The first thousand four hundred and sixty-five chapters blood kill the Quartet
"Bingfa Martial God!"
Ye Chen frowned slightly, and his main purpose was to relieve the pressure on the Martial God.
"Maybe after settling the trivial matters here, it's time to go back!" Ye Chen raised his eyes and looked at the empty sky. His eyes seemed to have penetrated time and saw the bright nebula.
"Master, what should I do now?"
"There are pursuers everywhere. If I'm not careful, I might fall into an ambush!"
Fatty Fish looked a little worried, and his scalp felt numb when he thought of the endless pursuit of soldiers.
"Pursuing soldiers!" Ye Chen said calmly: "He slaughtered countless members of my Martial God clan, how can I return the favor!"
"Master, you must not do this. Each country is like a crouching tiger, hidden dragon, and there are countless strong men!"
"At this moment, the kings of all countries may have prepared an ambush, waiting for the master to take the bait!"
Feiyu persuaded him hard, fearing that Ye Chen would be hot-headed and kill Zhao Guo. At that time, not only Ye Chen would die, but he would also die.
The massacre of millions of warrior gods' chosen tribes undoubtedly touched Ye Chen's negative side.
Although Ye Chen was angry, he did not lose his mind. He cultivated quietly for several days, and although he evolved the twentieth sword, Ye Chen also knew that although he was strong, he was no match for many powerful martial artists.
"Now, although I cannot kill the emperors of various countries, the generals of these countries and the powerful hidden men can still do it easily!"
"If you slaughter one million of my chosen clans, then I will kill a hundred of your generals!"
A bloodthirsty look flashed in his dark eyes, and Ye Chen's voice was as biting as the cold winter wind, making the rolling yellow sand around him still in vain.
"Kill your hundreds of generals!" Fei Yu took a breath, slightly unable to react.
Slaughtering hundreds of generals would make the countries even more crazy.
"Master, once this happens, your and my traces will be exposed, and we will have to face countless pursuers. Even if the master's cultivation level is amazing, I will probably..."
Feiyu didn't say the last half of his words, and looked straight at Ye Chen, hoping that Ye Chen wouldn't do such a crazy thing.
"Expose the traces!" Ye Chen's thin lips formed a beautiful angle. His sharp eyes swept across Yaoji and landed at the end of the horizon. He said lightly: "The traces have been exposed long ago. Are you still waiting for backup?"
The sudden words made Fei Yu's expression change slightly. Looking along Ye Chen's line of sight, a piece of yellow sand rolled.
However, in the rolling yellow sand, several figures slowly appeared, and surging pressure spread out. The rolling yellow sand all around gathered together to form a substantial giant sword.
Seeing these figures, Fei Yu took a breath and said in a daze: "The sword of Yan State destroys the marquis, the Zhao State of Xingfeng Marquis, and the Qi State of Yao Marquis!"
Ye Chen glanced at the three figures coldly, and stepped out, walking towards San Ru step by step, "Have you three already found me, why don't you take action?"
Hearing the mocking words, the faces of the three warriors all darkened.
"Don't let the untouchables be so arrogant. When the hunting army arrives, I want to see how you deal with it!"
One of the generals said coldly, but his eyes were extremely wary, and even the palm of his hand holding the sword had a lot of cold sweat.
"This is also the reason why you haven't taken action yet. Unfortunately, you are destined to not be able to wait for backup!"
Before he could finish his words, Ye Chen stood up and his figure was like a strong wind, rolling out. In just the blink of an eye, his figure appeared above the warrior who spoke.
The martial arts world of more than 50,000 feet erupted at this moment, like thousands of mountains crashing down. The entire desert trembled. The three warriors were dripping with sweat, and an extremely heavy feeling enveloped their whole bodies.
"Yan State, Zhao State, Qi State, very good!"
"Starting from today, I will slaughter all the generals and elites from all the countries!"
The Qilin Sword appeared in his hand, Ye Chen said coldly, throwing down his right arm, the Qilin Sword in his hand fell horizontally, opening and closing, splitting mountains and breaking mountains.
His pupils shrank suddenly, and the warrior tried his best to avoid the falling sword. However, he was in Ye Chen's martial arts world, and how could he dodge it.
Blood splattered, and the warrior was immediately split in half. A martial arts soul appeared among the flesh and blood.
With wild hair dancing wildly, Ye Chen was indifferent and ruthless. He grabbed the martial arts soul with one hand, thunder and flames emerged, and wiped out his mind in one fell swoop.
Seeing Ye Chen Qian neatly kill a martial artist, the faces of the other two generals changed. Only when they faced Ye Chen did they realize how terrifying Ye Chen was.
Almost at the same time, these two people ignited the power of their souls, and their auras surged in vain.
"Retreat!" The giant sword condensed from the yellow sand shot out of the air and shot straight at Ye Chen. At the same time, the former's body retreated like lightning.
"I want to run away even in front of you!" After learning that all the countries were madly slaughtering the chosen tribe of the God of War, Ye Chen always wanted to kill all the generals and princes of the countries, so how could he let these two people go.
With cold eyes flashing, the Qilin Sword in Ye Chen's hand shot out violently, bringing with it the rules of killing like a rainbow, tearing the yellow sand giant sword into pieces, and even the Yao Di.
Huh! A hundred steps of flying sword, but there is no need for a hundred steps to attack. In an instant, the Qilin sword is like the Milky Way falling for nine years, across Erru's neck, and two heads are thrown up.
The blood mist filled the air, and Ye Chen grabbed two martial arts souls and wiped out his mind.
Carrying the bloody Qilin Sword, Ye Chen walked step by step towards the void. In the distance, he noticed thousands of extremely powerful auras.
Looking at this scene with a blank expression, Fatty took a breath, glanced at the broken corpses on the ground, and then reacted and exclaimed: "Master, wait for Fatty!"
In the emptiness of the earth, streaks of brilliant and colorful sword light swim like dragons.
The majestic coercion filled the Yao ground, and it was extremely terrifying.
Sensing the roar in the distance, a look of ecstasy flashed on the faces of many warriors. They chased for dozens of days, but did not see Ye Chen. At this moment, they found his traces, and they were all gearing up. As long as they
If you kill that untouchable, you can become a disciple of the emperor.
There are thousands of people. For the pursuers who are rushing to the ground, these thousands are just a drop in the ocean. However, there are more than ten martial arts experts among them, and there are even two who have condensed the original power.
body's existence.
Looking at the undulating yellow sand below, a smile appeared in everyone's eyes.
But at this moment, a storm hundreds of feet wide was set off in the desert below, reaching up to Jiuyao and going down to Biluo, rolling up the yellow sand, and Yaodi fell into the world of yellow sand in vain.
The sudden scene caused these thousands of warriors to stop and look at the rewinding storm with vigilance.
Suddenly, Man Yao's murderous aura emerged from the storm, and a figure dressed in white like snow slowly walked out.
Holding the bloody Qilin sword, Ye Chen Gujing's unwavering eyes swept over these people. Without too much nonsense, the long sword trembled slightly, and he raised the sword out. The yellow sand condensed into a sword and followed closely.
After that.
"This is the untouchable who will kill Jingshahou and Wanjunhou!" A warrior said weakly, facing the yellow sand giant sword that rolled up on the ground, feeling a little scared in his heart.
"Kill!" Dozens of martial arts warriors roared out, raised their swords, and rushed forward with crazy expressions. As long as they kill this person, they will be honored as the emperor's disciples.
Poof! One sword will shock the earth, two swords will weep ghosts and gods, and three swords will rain blood on the earth.
Looking at the warriors rushing towards him, Ye Chen swung out his long sword, and the bloody light suddenly appeared, crushing these attacks with overwhelming force. He killed several people in ten steps, and was unstoppable.
Until Fat Fish arrived, all he could see were dead bodies. The blood mist was floating, and the corpses were like falling stars, falling straight down and smashing into the rolling yellow sand below until they were swallowed up.
"Nǎinǎi, more than ten martial arts masters died like this." Feiyu's throat rolled slightly, and it took a long time before he said these words.
Blood dripped on the Qilin Sword. Ye Chen turned around and looked at the bloody path behind him. He did not feel any sense of accomplishment in his heart. He had killed thousands of people, but there were only a handful of strong ones among them, which made him feel uninterested.
However, killing two warriors who have condensed their original bodies can also make those emperors feel heartbroken for a while.
"You slaughter my millions of warrior gods' chosen tribes, and I will slaughter all the princes of your empire!"
"If you slaughter the tribes chosen by my tens of thousands of warrior gods, I will slaughter all the elites of your empire!"
Looking at the hazy sky, Ye Chen roared out, and his voice turned into an unimaginable Yaodi sound, roaring out and echoing throughout the Yaodi