"He has been a grandmaster for more than ten years, and his strength has already reached the peak of a top-grade grandmaster. He is only half a step away from the middle-grade master. Unexpectedly, he can't even resist Ye Chen's moves."
Everyone felt a chill in their hearts, and they couldn't help but feel the sadness of a rabbit dying of a fox.
Although they are very powerful, they are not strong enough to kill them instantly with one move.
Obviously, Ye Chen is much stronger than them in terms of strength.
"At this point, if we retreat and wait for this kid to recover from his injuries, who can escape his pursuit?"
The old man from the Black Witch Sect said with a sinister look on his face.
Everyone's eyes froze, and the thought of shrinking in their hearts was completely cut off.
Those who can cultivate to become a master are not ordinary people. They naturally know how much potential a young man in his twenties has.
It is no exaggeration to say that there is no problem for Ye Chen to enter the Peerless Grandmaster, it just depends on the amount of time.
When Ye Chen breaks through to the peerless master, those of them who attacked Ye Chen today will undoubtedly die.
"Let's do it together."
A stern look flashed in the eyes of the old man holding the Ten Thousand Ghosts Flags, and he shouted sternly. At the same time, his lips moved slightly, and he murmured in a low voice. The Ten Thousand Ghosts Flags suddenly moved automatically without wind.
Chen bit it and left.
Several other masters were also unambiguous, using various martial arts techniques to suppress Ye Chen.
"Since you are seeking death, you can't blame me."
A fierce look flashed in Ye Chen's eyes, and he suddenly turned his head to look at the old man with Wangui Banner. He took a step forward, appeared in front of the old man, and punched out.
The terrifying fist strength is accompanied by the unique aura of Yuanli, which is like the sun to these fierce ghosts.
Under Ye Chen's fist, the fierce ghosts in the sky melted like ice and snow.
The old man's expression changed, and he quickly retreated holding the Ten Thousand Ghosts Flag.
"Want to leave now? It's too late."
Ye Chen roared, a dazzling light burst out from his eyes, all the blood in his body rose to the sky, and he punched him.
Seeing that Ye Chen was about to kill the old man, several other masters could not just watch Ye Chen do it, and all kinds of martial arts were launched at Ye Chen's back.
There was a hint of joy on the old man's face. If Ye Chen really wanted to kill him, he would definitely be hit by these attacks. This kind of lose-lose style of play would not be chosen by the old man.
But Ye Chen chose this craziest style of play.
"Death."
Ye Chen transferred his Yuan Power to his back and did some simple defense, then unleashed all his strength and blasted directly at the old man.
No matter how the old man mobilized thousands of ghosts to resist Ye Chen, it had no effect. Ye Chen's punch penetrated the old man's protective energy and punched his body into two pieces directly from the abdomen, with blood mixed with it.
Intestines spilled all over the floor.
The second grandmaster fell!
At this time, attacks from other masters also hit Ye Chen on the back.
With a bang, even though Ye Chen's physical body was strengthening, his back was still a mortal body, not a divine body.
The combined attack of several masters nearly shattered Ye Chen's body, causing a mouthful of blood to spurt out.
"He has been injured. As long as everyone joins forces, he will definitely die."
The great witch of the Black Witch Cult showed a happy face and shouted loudly.
"Want me to die? I will kill you first today."
Ye Chen let out a long roar, his face full of crazy killing intent, and whispered in a low voice: "Flowers in the Mirror, Moon in the Water."
As Ye Chen's voice fell, a dazzling light shone on the long sword, instantly covering everyone present.
"Cut."
Ye Chen's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he slashed at the great witch of the Black Witch Cult with his sword.
As if there was a sound of breaking glass, Da Wu looked at Ye Chen with a flash of horror in his eyes, and his lips moved slightly to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything.
A crack extended from the center of the witch's eyebrows to his lower limbs. There was a stabbing sound, and blood spurted out from the crack. The majestic shaman of the black witch sect was cut in half by Ye Chen's sword.
The third strong man, the great witch of the Black Witch Cult, has fallen!
In the blink of an eye, Ye Chen killed one high-ranking master and two middle-ranking masters, and he did it under the siege of six or seven powerful masters.
Such a feat, if word spread, would be enough to shock the world.
"Kill."
Several other grandmasters were also furious. They held weapons and fought fiercely with Ye Chen.
Although Ye Chen is much stronger than them, the energy in his body is depleted very quickly after fighting nearly ten grandmasters of the same level in a row.
If it weren't for the speed at which his Immortal Mysterious Art absorbs spiritual energy, coupled with the power of his demigod body, Ye Chen would have died long ago.
"Death."
Ye Chen roared low, and held his back to receive a full blow from a middle-grade grandmaster, and punched the female grandmaster of Tianling Sect.
Hearing only the crisp sound of fractures, the female grandmaster's eyes almost popped out of her head. She spurted out a mouthful of blood. She was knocked away and fell to the ground, completely breathless.
"Heroic Spirit."
A middle-aged master next to him roared, his eyes filled with blood-red color, and roared at Ye Chen: "You actually killed the heroic spirit, I will kill you."
"If you want to kill me, come here."
Ye Chen spurted out a mouthful of blood, his face full of madness.
"A long river of bloody battle."
The middle-aged master roared, and the blood in his body seemed to be burning. He swung out his sword, and it was like a river of blood flowing towards Ye Chen.
"Fight it."
A flash of madness flashed in Ye Chen's eyes, and he growled: "Dreams come true."
A strange wave of spiritual energy appeared around Ye Chen, quickly covering the middle-aged master's sword energy, and the surrounding space became a bit illusory.
If Ye Chen was in his prime, this move could directly swallow up the sword of the middle-aged master. However, now that the energy in Ye Chen's body is almost exhausted, it can only make the sword pause in the sky for a breath.<
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This breath of time was enough for Ye Chen to use the laws of space and disappear.
"Death."
Ye Chen's face was full of murderous intent, and with a sudden stroke of the mirror in his hand, he cut off the middle-aged master's head.
The fifth grandmaster was killed by Ye Chen on the spot. At this time, there were only two grandmasters left around.
These two grandmasters are also in the middle-grade grandmaster realm. Looking at the bodies of many grandmasters lying on the ground, their faces turned a little pale.
Many of these dead grandmasters were powerful men who were famous in China, and they could also be regarded as important figures with dignity in the grandmaster realm.
Ye Chen almost killed a grandmaster with one move. How could he not frighten them with such strength?
"Why haven't you two taken action? Don't you want the inheritance in my hands?"
Ye Chen looked at the remaining two grandmasters with a cruel smile on his face.
As soon as Ye Chen said this, the two remaining masters looked at each other, with a hint of hesitation in their eyes.