The first thousand four hundred and sixty-two chapters
There was a rain of blood, and it took several days for the rain to dissipate.
The pungent smell of blood permeated the heaven and earth, and a rising sun hung above the sky, oozing with blood-like light.
The sky is like a scroll, and the blood rain is like spilled paint, dyeing it blood red.
In the blood-red sky and earth, a sense of murder filled the air.
"Anyone who kills this man will be the prince of Yan and Zhao, commanding an army of tens of millions!"
"Anyone who kills this person will be accepted by Emperor Yanzhao as his disciple and teach him the ways of the Emperor!"
A roar resounded through Tiangang, making countless warriors ready to move, and thousands of swords trembled above Tiangang.
Countless hermits broke out of the barrier one after another. Although the position of general is noble and commanding tens of millions of troops is the supreme honor, it is the disciples of Emperor Zun that make martial arts experts crazy.
The Heavenly Gang is vast and boundless, there are countless martial arts cultivators, and there are also many strong people in the martial arts realm.
However, there are very few Tiangang Emperors. There are seven world-famous Emperors.
Become a disciple of the Emperor, pursue the supreme martial arts, and have a status comparable to that of the Emperor.
On a sea of flowers, delicate flowers of all shapes and sizes are moving in the wind.
A graceful and graceful figure stood on it, and the dress as thin as gauze could not hide her body as delicate as suet.
Slender white jade fingers traced the petals, Wen Ran raised his head, a flash of surprise flashed through his water-clear eyes, looked at the red sky, and chuckled: "Kill Jing Ke and Zhao Kuo, the Five Dynasties will really have you!"
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"But you will feel better if you make this mess!" Wen Ran's beautiful eyes moved slightly, and she said faintly: "The body that condenses the origin of killing is terrifying, but it is not the enemy of the emperor."
"Fudai, I hope you can grow up quickly!" Flower petals filled the sky, and Wen Ran's figure disappeared into the sea of flowers.
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The strong wind blows, the blood and sand roll, the sky is dark and the earth is dark, and a man dressed in white walks between the sky and the earth.
"Use Tiangang's troops to hunt me down. This kind of honor is hard-won!" Ye Chen raised his eyes and looked at the vast desert.
The roars of the Second Emperors of Yan and Zhao echoed across the heaven and earth, like a strong wind. They stirred up blood and sand all over the sky. Amidst the blood and sand, three figures appeared, following Ye Chen.
"Master, there are countless powerful people in Tiangang. Even in the two kingdoms of Yan and Zhao, there are many powerful people hiding in the world, including Jing Ke, Zhao Kuo and others!"
Fatty Fish looked a little frightened. He was chasing after him with all his strength. Thinking of the endless pursuit, Fatty Fish felt like his scalp was numb.
Holding the wine bottle with one hand, Ye Chen burped and said with a half-smile, "If not for this, how could Tiangang be in chaos?"
To disrupt the Tiangang, Ye Chen openly killed Jing Ke and Zhao Kuo, not just to have such an effect.
Seeing Ye Chenyun's calm expression, Feiyu's heart suddenly sank, and he said bitterly: "Master, what should we do? Countries have set up a dragnet, and our traces will one day be discovered!"
Hearing this, Ye Chen raised his eyes and stared at Fei Yu. Gu Jing Wubo's gaze made Fei Yu tremble with fear. Fei Yu said solemnly: "Master, Xiao Yu didn't say anything wrong!"
"You're not wrong. You're right!" Ye Chen said seriously, raised his hand, pointed at the rolling blood sand in the distance, and said calmly: "Fat fish, you said you would wear stars and cut the moon for me, even if you die.
Not saying goodbye?"
Feiyu's expression was shocked, and his eyes showed a look of fanaticism: "Fatyu disrespected the world and openly rebelled against Tiangang, just to follow his master!"
"Then, you will lead these pursuers away for me!" Ye Chen said calmly.
Hearing this, the fanatical look in Feiyu's eyes disappeared, his face turned pale, his heart beat rapidly, and he said cautiously: "Master, you are joking!"
"It's true that you are joking. With your cultivation, it is not enough to distract these pursuers!" With his eyes shining brightly, Ye Chen took a long drink and said leisurely: "However, with your cleverness, you have to blend into these pursuers. It shouldn’t be difficult!”
The previous sentence made Feiyu secretly relieved, but the next sentence made Feiyu have the urge to faint.
In Tiangang, Ye Chen was isolated and helpless. Even though he was extremely confident in his own strength, he also knew that he would perish if he was besieged by countless powerful Tiangang men.
Ye Chen needed a pair of eyes, and Feiyu had these eyes. After a while, Feiyu left with his sword, looking like he was going through fire and water, looking forward to death.
Watching Fei Yu leave, Ye Chen turned around and continued walking towards the desert.
"Although this person recognizes me as his master, his loyalty has yet to be tested." Ye Chen murmured, but before he finished speaking, the strong wind blew away all the breath.
The lonely smoke in the desert, walking in white clothes.
A few hours later, Ye Chen stopped, his eyes filled with vigilance as he scanned the world.
"There is still some time before the appointment, and Wuming's strength is enough to bring the future and others out of the Daqian Empire!"
Ye Chen murmured to himself, and the rules of the world appeared around him, integrating into the world and forming a series of restrictions.
At the same time, the desert where Ye Chen stood trembled in vain, blood and sand rolled, a vortex formed below, rolling the blood sand, and Ye Chen's figure was swallowed by the blood sand.
Even the way of heaven and the way of hungry ghosts are like this, sinking into the depths of the desert more than ten thousand feet.
The yellow sand rolled around, and an empty space appeared below Ye Chen.
Ye Chen bent his knees, suspended in mid-air, closed his eyes slightly, and formed a mark. The spiritual energy from the surrounding world surged in, and penetrated into his body, condensing the first killing source body. The improvement it brought was also extremely huge. Yes, both his cultivation and soul power have skyrocketed. "If I meet the two emperors of Yan and Zhao, I have a slight chance of winning, but it's obviously a bit reluctant to defeat many with one!"
"But if I evolve the twentieth sword, my combat effectiveness should be improved by a few points!"
A deathly cold aura filled Ye Chen's body, and the insights brought about by condensing the original body of killing made some progress in his stagnant sword style.
"Although I managed to use the opportunity of all sentient beings to perform the twentieth sword, it is not the real twentieth sword. The twentieth sword should be integrated into the original method of killing!"
The murderous intention filled the desert in vain. Ye Chen's long hair behind him was not moving in the wind. He stood up with his sword and raised his sword postures one after another.
In this small space, Ye Chen's crazy evolution of the sword style was bound to evolve into the twentieth sword.
In the sky over the desert, streaks of sword light swept across, bringing with it a sense of killing.
The clouds moved in all directions, and countless hidden powerful men broke through the barriers. The figures of Tiangang warriors were everywhere.
But Ye Chen seemed to have disappeared from the world, allowing the two kingdoms of Yan and Zhao to cast a dragnet, but no trace was found.
In the imperial capital of the Yan Kingdom, Yan Ruxue stood with her hands behind her hands. Listening to the information coming from her, her eyebrows furrowed deeper and she said in a low voice, "You haven't found any trace of that person yet?"
Lowering his head, a soldier said solemnly: "Countless strong men have gathered in the lands of Yan, Zhao, Han and Wei, but there is still no trace of them!"
"The general has heard that we are going to send out a large army to attack?" The soldiers did not dare to look directly at the majesty of the emperor, and lay completely on the ground.
"The tens of millions of troops in the crusade cannot be moved, and the strategy of the crusade must not be delayed by this trivial matter. When the emperor's order was passed, the other capitals mobilized half a million troops to join the pursuit. The emperor did not believe it. We have spent all the power of the Yan Kingdom and dug three feet into the ground, but we still can't find this person!" The shout was as loud as thunder, Yan Ruxue raised her sword eyebrows slightly, and a chill turned into a storm and rolled out.
"No!" the soldier responded loudly, bowed slightly to Yan Ruxue, stood up and exited the palace.
After the soldiers retreated, Yan Ruxue sat down, looked at the empty palace, and murmured: "This person can use the seven rules of heaven and earth, could it be him?"
"No, it's definitely not that person. When the Emperor personally took action to kill that person, even if that person escaped the killing, his cultivation level would not be so terrifying. In the past, that person had not yet entered the world of martial arts!"
"And this person has condensed his original body!"
Yan Ruxue said to herself, thinking that Yan Ruxue had lost dozens of generals and a strong man like Jing Ke this time, Yan Ruxue felt a little heartbroken.
"The crusade must not be delayed because of this. During this expedition, I must break the last seal of the Martial God and compete with the Martial God!"
The majestic coercion filled the palace, and Yan Ruxue's voice was full of determination.
In the Kingdom of Zhao, in a magnificent palace, Zhao Xiao was playing chess with a gray-haired veteran, with black and white chess pieces criss-crossing and falling on the chessboard.
Staring at the chessboard, Zhao Xiao said in a deep voice: "Senior, the State of Yan has dispatched its remaining troops to hunt down this person. What action should I, the State of Zhao, take?"
Hearing this, the white-haired veteran raised his head, a murderous intention flashed in his clear eyes, "The Emperor Yan's move is really a bad move. This person can kill Zhao Kuo, and his strength must be extremely strong. If this person intends to
Condensing his aura, how can ordinary martial arts warriors find his traces! Haha, in Lian’s opinion, it is better to let the opponent fall into a trap by taking the initiative!"
"Throw yourself into a trap?" Zhao Xiaojian frowned slightly and said with a little doubt.
"This person is from the chosen clan of the God of War!" After holding on, the veteran looked at the end game and said calmly: "My emperor, Lian won this chess game, see you off!"
Before he finished speaking, the veteran's figure suddenly disappeared into the palace...