The first thousand one hundred and fifty-eight chapters, the end of the strong aid, the decisive bat
"Let me deal with the Blood Hell Emperor?" Yan Yu's expression was a little complicated, and the martial arts will that was surging around him even stagnated.
Under the blood-red void, Yanyu's face changed constantly...
A few months ago, I fought against this person, and I suffered a dark loss at his hands last time. But today, I have the help of many martial arts realms, which is enough to suppress this person. Yanyu took a deep breath, turned around resolutely, and left
With his next words, he rushed towards the crowd below.
"I will leave this person to you two. As for the Blood Hell Emperor, I will kill him today!" The cold words were full of murderous intent, and Yan Yu's expression was extremely serious.
Blood rained down one after another, and a torrent of sword energy flowed through the crowd.
Ye Chen stopped in vain. There was not a single figure within a few feet, only pieces of bloody corpses.
Raising his head, Ye Chen stared at the misty rain coming from the sky, and a chill flashed in his dark eyes: "I let this old guy escape in the past, but today I will let him bury him here forever!"
In the past, before Ye Chen could break through martial arts, he relied on the four wills of the Moon God, the six wills of the Sword Corpse, and many magical powers to severely injure Yanyu.
But today, he has entered martial arts, and his cultivation is at the pinnacle of martial arts.
Integrating the origin of the six paths, the will of heaven and earth, and the will of the thirty-six heavens, Ye Chen's martial arts will is superior to all martial arts wills.
Ye Chen stepped out of the air, wearing white clothes and making a hunting sound.
"Shu Zi, I said I would take your head the other day, and I will take your head today." Yan Yu said solemnly. The cold light seeping out of his eyes was bone-piercing.
"Take my head. Old guy, are you sure you won't escape?"
"You were able to escape in the past, but today, old fellow, can you afford to be embarrassed in front of the heroes of hell?" Ye Chen's voice was extremely cold, and the chill was bone-piercing.
The three hell warriors who were fighting around them all retreated to both sides, away from this god of death.
In just a moment, Ye Chen's sword had already been stained with the blood of thousands of people.
Woohoo! Mu Chen and Fatty Xiao came roaring over, standing behind Ye Chen with swords in hand, looking at Yanyu with a solemn expression.
Compared to the previous two guys, Yanyu is not an ordinary second-level martial artist. His martial arts domain covers more than 7,000 feet, which is enough to show how terrifying he is.
"Why, you were so powerful before. Now you're looking for help, three against one?" Yan Yu said solemnly, and she couldn't help but increase the strength of her grip on the hilt of the sword.
Hearing this, a mocking smile appeared on Ye Chen's lips, "Don't you think it's funny?"
"This is a fight, not a so-called competition!" Wills emerged from Mu Chen and Fatty Xiao, and two majestic momentums rose into the sky.
These two momentums also set off a spatial wave in Yanyu's martial arts field. In response, Yanyu laughed wildly and waved his long sword. Before the sword fell, a cold shout sounded: "Deal with those two white-haired and fat guys!"
As soon as the words came out, dozens of powerful will waves emerged in the void.
In terms of the number of martial arts realms, the Blood Hell is still inferior to the three major hells. This is undeniable.
"Emperor of the Blood Prison, today I will crush the Blood Prison in front of you. You can't stop the iron hoofs of my three hells." The general trend gathered, and the aura of Yan Yu became more and more fierce, and the space was agitated.
Holding the sword out, Yan Yu walked towards Ye Chen step by step. Within the seven thousand feet of martial arts domain, the rules of heaven and earth emerged, condensing into a monstrous coercion of heaven and earth.
"Destroy the blood prison, hehe, at least you can't do it, Yanyu." Ye Chen chuckled. A biting chill reflected on his white teeth.
"It has become a fact. The current blood prison alone cannot withstand the offensive of the three hells." A mocking smile flashed in his eyes, and Yan Yu said disdainfully.
"In just ten years, an unknown force has developed to a level comparable to the four hell cities. I have to admire this!"
"It's a pity that you shouldn't have killed my son in the Sword Tomb that day. Since you killed my son, you and the Blood Prison will have to pay the due price."
The pressure of heaven and earth rises and falls in the martial arts realm like a tide, and within this martial arts realm, Yanyu is the master, controlling the rules, condensing the pressure of heaven and earth, and dominating everything.
The pressure roared in, and the expressions of both Fatty Xiao and Mu Chen changed.
"Killing is originally the melody of hell. In hell, killing is happening all the time. The moment you step into martial arts, you must be prepared to be killed!"
"I killed your son and you came to seek revenge. It's as simple as that. Hey, old guy, do you really think that there is no other martial arts realm in my Blood Prison?"
"I forgot to mention that the Blood Prison not only created the Samsara City, but also the Tiandao City!" Ye Chen raised his head and stared at the sky at the end of the sky, with a playful smile in his dark eyes.
The power is overwhelming, and at the end of the blood-red sky, its loud and incomparable roar echoes in vain: "The vast hell, but my bloody hell!"
"The Blood Hell raises its sails and its sword points to the sky!"
"Rebuilding the mountains and rivers, I am the only one in bloody hell!"
"Those who offend my blood prison will be punished no matter how far away they are!"
With uniform shouts, their terrifying martial arts will raged in the void.
Dozens of martial arts oppression roared in, covering the sky with overwhelming force. Yanyu's face changed slightly, and he looked straight to the sky, and sword lights emerged in his sight.
The sword light came instantly, and it turned out to be a famous warrior.
Carrying one hand on his back, Young Master Su came through the air, roaring towards him with many strong men. More than ten thousand Tiandao City guardians and Tiandao City's forces, dressed in white and white robes, formed a sharp contrast with the blood-red void.
Looking at the towering Blood Evil Peak in the distance, Young Master Su also raised a smile on his lips: "He's back!"
"Ten years have passed, and I finally returned to the Blood Prison. It's been a long time since I've seen you. Blood Prison!" Holding the Young Master's Sword, Young Master Su looked at the battlefield below with a somewhat indifferent expression. He raised the long sword and roared out: "Reorganize the Mountains and Rivers"
,Only my blood prison!"
"Those who offend my blood prison will be punished no matter how far away they are!" As Master Su swung down his sword, dozens of terrifying waves of his will spread out in the void, and more than ten thousand guardians stepped on the surging space.
The turbulent flow, like a meteor, appeared on the battlefield in just a few breaths. The martial arts practiced by the warriors of the Eight Cold Hells are more like ice, so the warriors of the Eight Cold Hells have a biting chill on their bodies.
More than ten thousand guardians roared out, and as the chill filled the air, bright sword lights appeared through the air.
Most of the warriors who came with Ye Chen this time were elites. Although they were small in number, they were strong in strength.
The guardian of Tiandao City is like a sharp knife, glaring at everyone.
More than thirty figures stood beside Young Master Su Zhou, among whom were Xianxu, Lin Dao, and Lu Qing.
Nearly thirty strands of will came together to attack Yanyu's martial arts realm.
Faced with this pressure of will, Yanyu's eyes showed fear, and she tightened her grip on the hilt of the sword by several points.
Looking at the more than thirty figures, whether they were the Blood Prison Army or the law enforcers of the three hells, they all took a breath and showed shock in their eyes. There were nearly thirty martial arts wills. Are these people in the martial arts realm?
"Young Master Su?" Liu Dong stood on the bloody corpse, raised his head, and stared at the scene in the void, dumbfounded, "***, I haven't seen you in ten years, this guy has made such a rapid rise, and he has managed to achieve so many martial arts realms."
"***, I, Old Liu, have so many noble people to help me to achieve some achievements. This guy is no worse than me, and he has already entered the martial arts realm?" Liu Dong's pupils were wide open, and although his expression was exaggerated,
A smile appeared on Liu Dong's protagonist: "I really miss the feeling of fighting with this guy, it's been a long time!" Liu Dong roared out and thrust a giant sword into the crowd.
The killings below resumed, and blood rained heavily.
"Finally arrived!" Ye Chen also secretly breathed a sigh of relief. In order to rush on the road, he had gone all out, so he separated from Young Master Su and others and rushed to the Blood Prison.
"Before, it was uncertain who would win, but now, you will sleep here forever!" Ye Chen stepped out of the air, his white clothes making a sound, snap!
Scanning the opponent's martial arts realm with ruthless eyes, Ye Chen swung down his long sword and shouted: "Do it!"
Whoosh! More than thirty dazzling sword lights streaked through the void, shooting directly at the three Hell Martial Arts Realm warriors in front of them.
Looking at these rushing sword lights, Yan Yu felt a chill in her heart, "How is this possible? Even if he killed Gong Ziyu and took control of Bahan City, he could actually win over so many martial arts realms in such a short period of time.
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