Chapter One Hundred and Thirty Killing God Hui Guo Shi
"This general is already here."
Ye Chen put his horse on the ground for a moment, looked up at Master Shenhui, and grinned, revealing a row of neat, fine, white teeth:
"Use whatever tricks you have, otherwise I will beat you to death later!"
At this time, Grand Master Shenhui was no longer as calm as before, his eyes were solemn, and he shouted softly:
"Invite you, uncles and brothers!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a dozen old monks wearing bright yellow cassocks walked out from the big tent at the back. Ye Chen glanced around and saw that there were thirteen in total. Each of them had a powerful aura, second only to the Master Shenhui. They were all innate.
A super master, and due to years of hard training, his cultivation level is much better than that of the average early stage innate person.
"Is this your trump card?"
Ye Chen smiled and shook his head:
"You should know that even if you all swarm up, you are still no match for me. Instead, you will be beaten to death by me one by one. Tell me, what other cards are best shown to avoid being beaten to death by me and not having the chance to use them."
Imperial Master Shenhui did not answer, but opened the long brocade box in his arms. The box was padded with bright yellow silk, and inside was a beautiful long sword that seemed quite ancient.
Grand Master Shenhui picked up the long sword and slowly pulled it out. An invisible sword chant swayed, slowly revealing the snow-white sword body, as clear as a stream of autumn water.
Ye Chen's eyes fell on the sword, and he immediately felt the sharp edge of the sword, and his expression became solemn:
"It is indeed a good sword. It seems that this is what you rely on!"
With a flick of his wrist, Ma Shan was thrown to the ground. The remaining clothes on Ye Chen's body were shattered into pieces. The muscles all over his body were instantly turned into gold, and a violent aura rose into the sky. Without any nonsense, he grabbed Ma Shan.
He took a step forward of nearly ten meters and stabbed Master Shenhui directly with a spear.
His sudden outburst did not surprise Master Shenhui. With a shake of his hand, the sword in his hand flew out of the scabbard. With a shake of his wrist, two cold lights flashed, and the head of a spear flew out and plunged into the ground.
But Ye Chen didn't pay attention to the sharpening of the gun head, and the expression on his face didn't change at all. He just thrust out half of the gun body in his hand. Master Shenhui turned his wrist, pointed the tip of the sword directly at the gun body, and pointed it accurately.
There was a soft sound in the center of the body, and the sword blade cut through the gun body and stabbed Ye Chen, instantly splitting the three-meter-long horse in two.
Feeling that the body was split into two, and the coldness in his palm pricked his skin, Ye Chen let go of his hand and threw the horse away, folded his palms together, and wrapped around the sword body to grab it.
But in just a second, he let go and stepped back. He raised his hand and saw dozens of sword marks cutting through the skin on his palm. He looked up in surprise and saw the satisfied smile of Master Shenhui. He raised the sword in his hand and laughed:
"Uncles and brothers, if you don't take action to trap this beast, I will kill him!"
Just when he opened his mouth, the thirteen monks around him started to take action. Each of the thirteen people slapped him with one palm. Their strong internal force made the surrounding air seem to expand and squeeze towards him.
If it had been anyone else, even Guo Jing and Yang Guo would have been suppressed on the spot when faced with these thirteen old monks, but Ye Chen's twelfth-level Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill was so abnormal that it could be said to shock the past and the present.
The power was so incredibly strong that he seemed to have no feeling when the thirteen innate masters surrounded him. He didn't even stop them from hitting the vital points of his body. In the next second, his hands launched one after another as fast as lightning.
There were two clicks and explosions, and the two old monks were beaten to death by him before they even had time to hum.
But at this time, Master Shenhui had stabbed his chest with a sword. The extremely sharp blade pierced his golden body, penetrated several inches into the muscles, and was finally held up by the harder bones.
"It's great, it can actually hurt me."
Ye Chen grabbed the sword that had pierced his chest muscles with one hand, and raised his other hand to slap Master Shenhui.
The terrifying power broke through the air to form an extremely fierce punch. Within a distance of less than two meters, it was powerful enough to kill anyone in the martial arts world today, including Master Shenhui. Of course, he did not dare to block it, but he did not dare to block it.
He asked Ye Chen to grab the sword and pull it down. His body dwarfed, and an old monk stood up from behind him, clasping his palms together to meet Ye Chen's palm.
There was a loud cracking sound and a hurricane shot out. The old monk flew upside down like a kite with a broken string. His palms were shattered up to his wrists and he fell to the ground unable to move.
Taking this opportunity, the Imperial Master Shenhui pressed down on Ye Chen's belly with the sword in his hand, slicing open the golden muscles of his lower abdomen, and golden blood spurted out. The Imperial Master was overjoyed and was about to cut open his abdomen with all his strength.
But at this moment, Ye Chen turned his palm as fast as lightning and pressed down on Master Shenhui's forehead, pressing hard.
"Crack!"
His neck bones were broken and his head collapsed. Master Shenhui dwarfed and knelt heavily on the ground. His knees cracked, the ground exploded, and blood spurted out.
He was not dead after being so seriously injured. He roared and used all his strength to hit the hilt of the sword inserted in Ye Chen's lower abdomen with his shoulder. He slammed it into his lower abdomen, and a small piece of the sword tip emerged from the back without a trace of blood.
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He frowned, pressed hard with five steel-like fingers, and there was a crack. The great master Shenhui's head exploded like a watermelon, and he fell to the ground without even making a sound.
In less than half a minute, this Mongolian national master, whose cultivation was comparable to the top five in the world, was beaten to death by him, but it was not over yet. The surviving monks all gathered around and slapped him with one palm.
One of them reached out and grabbed the hilt of the sword inserted into his lower abdomen and stirred it hard. Ye Chen groaned, raised his hand and slapped him into the sky. When he landed on the ground with a 'clack', his body was twisted and distorted, and there was no trace of breath.
The next second, another old monk rushed forward, his eyes, beard and hair opened, and his mouth opened to roar.
"Lion roars!"
An almost substantial sound wave swept across, and the white transparent air flow flew backwards after grazing his ears. His eyes narrowed slightly and a fierce light flashed through his eyes. He slashed vertically into a sword and slashed down, killing the old monk's palm that was reaching for the hilt of the sword alive.
Breaking, he threw the back of his hand on his chest, and with a series of cracks and explosions, the old monk's chest suddenly collapsed, and his feet flew up into the air and flew more than ten meters.
These monks seemed not to be afraid of death. When one of them died, someone immediately picked him up. While he was beating one monk to death, another monk reached out and grabbed the sword and pressed it down with all his strength, but was knocked away in the next second.
They seemed to have made up their mind to die. One by one, the monks died in front of them. There was no trace of fear in their eyes, and they stepped forward one after another to die.
Yes, it is to die. No one has ever cultivated the dragon-elephant prajna to the twelfth level, so it is impossible to accurately estimate his strength. This sword is indeed extremely sharp, not worse than the legendary Yitian Sword, even he
His indestructible body can be broken, but breaking it is one thing, and whether you can kill him is another matter.
Ye Chen's indestructible body was obtained through a transformation of his super strong physique, rather than through physical training. Breaking the golden body was not fatal, and the impact on his combat effectiveness was not as great as they expected.
Therefore, Master Shenhui, whose cultivation was comparable to the Five Ultimate Skills, was beaten to death by him. Many masters of Tantric Buddhism with superb cultivation were beaten to death by him. In less than three minutes, all thirteen masters of Tantric Buddhism plus Master Shenhui were beaten to death.