The moment the colorful ancient sword appeared, a loud sword cry suddenly resounded between heaven and earth. The whole world trembled because of the sword cry, and the surrounding clouds were dyed colorful by the brilliant light on the ancient sword.
The color is dazzling and eye-catching.
Since Ye Chen refined the Zhenwu Jietian Sword, this is the first time he has used it in a battle with someone. The person in front of him is the ancestor of the blood clan, one of the most powerful beings on the star. With Zhenwu Jietian,
A sword fight will not disgrace the name of the Zhenwu Jietian Sword.
"This is..." Nitat looked at the colorful ancient sword in Ye Chen's hand, his pupils narrowed. He had already smelled an extremely dangerous aura on it. Even he, the nearly immortal ancestor of the blood clan, was full of blood at this moment.
The hair on my hair stood on end, and an unprecedented heart palpitation emerged from the depths of my heart.
"This sword is called the Zhenwu Jietian Sword, and it was made by me!"
"If you are really an immortal in this world, I will kill you with it today!"
Ye Chen pulled his hand, and the Zhenwu Jietian Sword trembled violently, as if it was screaming in joy at the master's first summons.
"Zhenwu Jietianjian, huh, I'm not ashamed of my words, but I'm just pretending..." Nitat suppressed the throbbing in his heart and mocked, but before the last word "ghost" came out of his mouth, he suddenly
The pupils shrank.
Ye Chen held the Zhenwu Jietian Sword in his hand and just waved it lightly.
"rub!"
The loud sword cry sounded again, and he didn't even react. Blood arrows suddenly spurted out from his left shoulder, and his entire left arm was broken at shoulder level and fell to the ground.
"What?"
He tilted his head slightly and looked at his flat left shoulder, his pupils shrinking suddenly.
For just a moment, he couldn't even react. He only felt a cold sensation on his left shoulder and one of his arms had been cut off.
Just kidding, he is the ancestor of the blood clan, the founder of all the blood clans on this planet. His body is many times stronger than the body of gods and demons. He is the Sky Devourer that Ye Chen is proud of.
The holy body can be torn apart with his bare hands. It can be said that even if it resists intercontinental missiles or the most advanced laser weapons, he will not be damaged at all.
The so-called magic blades in the world are just a joke in his eyes. Even if a strong man in the legendary realm holds a magic blade and lets him chop for three days and three nights, he may not be able to leave a single scar on his body.
But it was the strange ancient sword that exuded colorful light in Ye Chen's hand that cut off his arm with just a wave of his hand, and the cut was as smooth as jade, without any unevenness. This sword has surpassed the sharp blade of a magic weapon.
The category is enough to be included in the team of "magic weapons".
"You actually possess such a magic weapon?"
Nitat's expression changed again, and he made a sound of horror.
"magic weapon?"
Ye Chen was slightly startled, then shook his head.
"I don't know what the magic weapon you are talking about is, but today, I will use your blood to sacrifice my magical power!"
As Ye Chen finished his last word, he raised his hand slightly and swept it down with his sword.
"rub!"
The buzzing sound came from space, but the direction could not be determined. Nitat swayed and subconsciously tried to avoid the sword, but it was still a step too late.
His remaining right hand was broken at the wrist, and his broad palm fell from the sky.
Ye Chen only fired two swords at the front and back, while Nitat's two arms were damaged one after another.
This scene made Xiao Wenyue and others below look surprised.
Ye Chen was not defeated, but came from behind and gained the absolute upper hand.
A group of team members under Liu Jianbang roared angrily, admiring Ye Chen's supreme power at this moment, as a man should be.
In the urban area of Jinling, rows of armored vehicles are marching towards the Art Institute in groups. As they march, all vehicles give way.
At the front of the convoy, two girls in camouflage uniforms stood on the roof of the armored vehicle with their hands behind their backs, looking at the fierce duel in the sky in the distance.
Although they are young, their eyebrows do not show the immaturity that should be expected for this age group. Instead, they have a certain sophistication and maturity, and their eyes have an aura of being in control of everything.
These two people were the twin sisters surnamed Lin who had been Ji Ruoxue's bodyguards before, and they had met Ye Chen once in the Holy City of Yelen.
At that time, they were still newly promoted members of the Southern Dragon Blade. Now, the elder sister has become the vice-captain of the Southern Dragon Blade, while the younger sister has become the special staff advisor of the Southern Dragon Blade, and has a pivotal position among the Southern Dragon Blade.
"Deputy Lin, Staff Officer Lin, we have received intelligence this time and are going to the Art Academy to rescue General Liu, please give us instructions!"
The motorcade stopped in front of the gate of the Art Institute. A handsome young soldier rushed in front of the Lin sisters, performed a military salute, and shouted loudly.
The twin sisters in the army did not answer immediately. They looked at the two figures fighting fiercely in the sky, their eyes dim, as if they were thinking about something.
The young soldier felt a little strange. He was about to repeat it, but his sister Lin Zeya waved her hand.
"Follow my instructions, the entire team is on standby and stay put!"
"ah?"
When the young soldier heard this, he was even more surprised and said strangely, "Liu Lieutenant, this..." "General Liu is still at the Art Academy at the moment. According to reports from students who escaped from the Art Academy, four walls of blood surrounded General Liu.
We’re at the Friendship Square, don’t we take some measures?”
"No!"
My younger sister, Lin Zerou, waved her hand at the right time.
"Since he is here, let him handle everything here!"
"In other words, if we can't even deal with him, no matter how many people we bring in and no matter how many methods we try, it will be useless!"
"he?"
The young man was confused, "Consultant Lin, what are you referring to?"
Lin Zerou raised her jade hand slightly and pointed at the figure shining with blue light in the sky.
"That's him!"
After she finished speaking, she suddenly turned around and shouted loudly to the back.
"All new recruits of Nanlong Blade, please stand upright. When you grow up, your eyes can clearly see this battle in the sky!"
"That is the chief instructor that you have admired for a long time. Open your eyes and see clearly how the chief instructor fights evil spirits and protects the country and the family!"
"Chief instructor?"
Hearing Lin Zerou's words, the entire convoy immediately boiled.
Both men and women all straightened their waists and stared at the blue figure in the sky without blinking, with a look of fanaticism in their eyes.
Since the first day they joined the Southern Dragon Blade, they have respected the chief instructor like a god. They have always wanted to meet him for comfort. But now, the chief instructor, who exists like a belief, is fighting in the sky. Who wants to
Missed this visual feast?
In the sky, Nitat has revealed his blood ancestor's true form, and has returned to that huge body again. The arms that were cut off by Ye Chen have also recovered again, but even so, there are still many blood marks on his body.
Injured by the Zhenwu Jietian Sword.
"How can a mere human being do this, bastard?"
Nitat roared angrily, but there was nothing he could do. He had already mobilized the power of the vampires, and coupled with his nearly immortal body, he was unable to break through Ye Chen's sword net.
Every time Ye Chen swings the sword, a blood mark will appear on his body. Later, his vampire power can no longer repair him.
"The gods may not be invincible!"
Ye Chen's eyes were as cold as before, and he suddenly raised his hand and held the ancient sword across his chest.
The seven-colored light, like a stream of water, wound up from Ye Chen's palm, and finally reached Ye Chen's whole body. A seven-colored light pillar soared into the sky, penetrating the clouds and reaching beyond the sky.
“Let’s learn a lesson from human methods!”
"The intention of true martial arts!"
At this moment, the world was in a state of silence, with only the colorful light mottled! The huge body of the Blood Ancestor gradually disintegrated under the shining of the colorful light!