A series of explosions were heard, and wherever the fist passed, all the dryads exploded.
When the fist dispersed, a gap appeared on the ground filled by the dryads. This gap was a kilometer long. If viewed from a high altitude, it was particularly conspicuous.
"court death!"
One of the eighth-level dryads saw that Yun Chen had killed many of his companions with one punch, and his originally green eyes turned scarlet.
It is at least eight meters tall, has a human head and a tree body, and is made of a large willow tree.
"kill!"
He raised his hands slightly, and endless wickers suddenly shot out from his hands, like thousands of threads, piercing in the direction of Yun Chen, trying to tear Yun Chen's body apart.
Come.
The Martial Emperor is in the same realm as the eighth-level tree demon.
Moreover, Yun Chen is only in the middle stage of Martial Emperor, but this tree demon is already in the late eighth level, which is a small level higher than Yun Chen.
Lin Yuchu, who was in mid-air, was also attacked by several level 8 tree demons.
The two people thus triggered a battle with the tree demon.
"It's you who died!"
Yun Chen shouted loudly, and the powerful laws of gravity gathered on his fist, and then suddenly blasted out.
The sound of "dong dong dong" came out, the fist was punched out, and the void exploded one after another. Then, the countless wickers exploded one after another, causing the tree demon to let out a shrill scream.
The breath of death was crushing over him, and a look of despair appeared in the eyes of this tree demon.
The next second, a fist hit him, and his whole body exploded, green liquid and branches spilled all over the ground.
A demon pill rolled down and Yun Chen raised his hand to put it away.
Not far away, in front of the monk army camp.
Xu Jianfeng and others were immediately stunned.
The fighting power shown by Yun Chen and Lin Yuchu was too incredible.
That's it for Li Yuchu. After all, it's the early stage of the realm. It's not surprising that he can fight against the eighth-level tree demon.
But what about Yun Chen?
A mid-level Martial Emperor can actually kill a late-level eight tree demon with one punch.
You must know that even if Murong Qiu, a master at the pinnacle of the realm, wanted to kill the eighth-level tree demon, he would never be able to do so as easily as Yun Chen.
"Where did these two guys come from?" Xu Jianfeng said in great surprise.
While speaking, he glanced at Miao Fu.
Miao Fu's face was calm.
He had fought against Yun Chen and he naturally knew the strength of these two people.
"Okay, let's do it quickly! Maybe these two people can deal with the ninth-level tree demon!" As Miao Fu spoke, his body flashed and he was already whizzing away towards the front.
Just because Yun Chen and the others didn't join forces with him, it didn't mean that he couldn't kill the ninth-level tree demon alone.
After all, he was an ancient power, so he didn't believe that he couldn't kill a mere ninth-level tree demon without help.
Seeing that Miao Fu was already taking action, Murong Qiu hesitated. He pointed his spear forward and ordered at the same time: "Kill everyone!"
"kill!"
Countless monks suddenly erupted into deafening shouts of killing, and then the army of monks roared towards the front like a rolling torrent.
They seemed to be stimulated by the sight of Yun Chen killing everyone.
Two people dare to fight into an army of hundreds of millions of tree demons, and their army of monks has hundreds of millions of people at least. Isn't it better than two monks?
The tree demon on the opposite side was also enraged, and with roars one after another, the army of tree demons swept over like a torrent.
Ten can't breathe.
With a "bang", blood, green liquid, and broken limbs instantly covered the ground.
The two armies collided together like two huge mountains, erupting with a roaring roar.
In just a few breaths, at least tens of thousands of monks and tree demons died.
War is often the cruelest.
In this kind of battlefield where hundreds of millions of people are fighting, human life is truly as worthless as a piece of grass.
Although Yun Chen fought his way into the tree demon army, he also noticed the battlefield behind him.
Seeing countless monks shattering like bubbles, he couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness in his heart, and the sad poem involuntarily appeared in his mind.
"I am so angry that I lean on the railing and the rain stops."
"Looking up, looking up to the sky and roaring, with strong feelings."
"Thirty years of fame and dust, eight thousand miles of clouds and moons. Don't wait for a moment. The young man's head will turn gray, and it will be empty and sad."
"The shame of the tree monster has not yet snowed. The hatred of the ministers, when will it be destroyed? They will trample it with a long chariot, and the Helan Mountain will be missing."
"The ambition is to eat the meat of dryads, and to laugh and drink the blood of monsters. To start over, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and build the sky."
"kill!"
Yun Chen roared, and the murderous aura in his body suddenly exploded to the extreme, and he punched out his fist again, with sadness, desolation, indomitableness, and desperation.
There was a roar in his body, as if something had been broken, and the spiritual energy from heaven and earth swept over him, pouring into his body crazily.
The seventh level of Emperor Wu!
"Boom..."
The shadow of the fist blasted out, and the world trembled violently. Then, a violent and boundless murderous intent roared out like thousands of troops, with a huge killing momentum, with the goal of defending the home and the country, vowing not to retreat.
determination.
"Bang bang bang bang..."
Within a few miles, the seventh-level tree demons and the eighth-level tree demons all exploded under this punch, turned into blood mist, and dissipated.