"The Tian Family has really hidden deep enough. It's only now that they have called out you eighteen dead ghosts."
When Chen Yan first saw these eighteen powerful Martial Saints, he couldn't help but be startled.
But soon, his mood calmed down.
"Demon King, it is useless to show off your rhetoric at this time."
"The boss just doesn't bother to participate in this kind of secular battle. Not everyone is willing to sit on the dragon chair. There are many things in this world that are more precious than the dragon chair."
An Apocalypse warrior spoke calmly, looking at Chen Yan like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.
He has a sense of superiority and contempt for everything.
Chen Yan nodded: "What you said is absolutely correct. There are many precious things in the world. It is not easy to cultivate to the level of a martial saint. Why do you need to be a lackey for the Tian family? Lose your life in vain here? How about this? You abandon the dark and turn to the light. Come here
Become my subordinate, and the treatment I will give you will be better."
"Hahaha, you still want to instigate rebellion against us? We, the Eighteenth Apocalypse, are born as the boss, and die as the boss's ghost! Demon King, are you going to commit suicide, or will we help you?"
Chen Yan's expression was indifferent, disdainful, or something else.
He opened his arms and closed his eyes.
"Hey, what do you mean, close your eyes?"
"If you don't resist, let us kill you? That's considered sensible!"
After the person who spoke finished speaking, his aura subsided and concentrated on his right hand.
He slapped Chen Yan on the head fiercely.
If this palm had hit hard, Chen Yan's head would have completely exploded.
but,
Will Chen Yan be willing to die?
That's absolutely impossible!
The moment the Apocalypse warrior's palm was about to touch Chen Yan, Chen Yan's body activated instantly.
His foot slipped, missing the man's hand, and he received a heavy elbow blow.
An elbow into the soul.
"Puff puff puff——"
The chest of the Apocalypse warrior made a sound of shattering bones, and his heart burst continuously.
One blow, death!
"What?"
"Lao San, is he dead?"
The Seventeen Tianqi next to him had not yet reacted.
How could a strong Martial Saint be killed so easily?
Chen Yan shook his head and hooked his little finger around his ear. It didn't hit his hair, so he quickly put it down. However, this action looked a bit girly.
Seventeen Tianqi was stunned.
But Chen Yan did not, taking advantage of this rare gap.
Instantly took action again.
"boom--"
An Apocalypse warrior was selected by her and stomped over. The man quickly dodged and counterattacked, but Chen Yan's kick was a false move. He had a follow-up move waiting for him. He raised his thumb and seemed to be in tune.
One finger and another poked the man's temple.
"puff!"
A bloody hole was poked in the temple.
His innate spiritual power even blew up his brain.
The second one, die!
"Fuck, come on together."
"Don't give him every chance to defeat you."
The Apocalypse warriors were angry and horrified. Two Tianwu Martial Saints died in the blink of an eye. It was like a dream. It was so unreal. Even the boss Tian Yixian did not have such sharp fighting qualities, especially him.
His movement, speed, and skills are breathtaking.
Not far away.
Two women were watching quietly.
These two people were none other than Luo Keke and her master Feng Ping.
When Luo Keke first saw Chen Yan meeting the eighteen Martial Saints, he felt numb all over. Not to mention her, her master Feng Ping was also fighting with both sides. She felt like she had to urinate urgently. With this kind of battle, she