A flash of sword light with a huge force, like the Milky Way falling from the sky, plummeting down.
In front of this sword light, both the retainers of Lord Xinling and the warriors imprisoned on the martial arts rack all felt humbled.
"Shuzi, how dare you!" The earth rolled back, the white-capped bone mountains rose from the ground, and the roar of Marquis Xinling resounded through the eighteenth level of hell, resounding between heaven and earth.
Boom! The majestic Bone Mountain was hundreds of feet high in the blink of an eye, blocking Zhu Hai's front.
His eyes were filled with white bones. It was only at this moment that Zhu Hai realized that Lao Hou was dead? He died in the hands of this seemingly weak scholar. Zhu Hai was dripping with cold sweat.
"If Hou Ye hadn't taken action, I might have fallen as well. Damn it, this scholar's strength is too terrifying." Zhu Hai was still frightened and stepped back, and at the same time said sternly: "Set up an array to trap this guy."
Before he finished speaking, Zhu Hai's voice suddenly stopped in vain, and the sound of broken rocks roared across the sky and the earth.
I saw the unattainable mountain of bones in front of me collapse suddenly, broken arms and debris flying, and a bright sword light appeared through the sky.
"Did he break Wu Hou's offensive?" Zhu Hai's throat rolled slightly, and a trace of panic flashed across his ferocious face. He raised his hand, and the body of the source of power appeared, forming two giant hammers.
Taking the body of the source of power as the body, and the will as the secondary, it transforms into a giant hammer, the hammer of power.
This is somewhat similar to Wuming's attack method. Grabbing the giant hammer, Zhu Hai is like a demon. His already tall body is even more majestic. He can collapse the world with just one move. Zhu Hai also firmly believes that he can collapse the monster in front of him.
Sword light.
"Fuck me!" Zhu Hai looked extremely ferocious, and his two hammers followed a mysterious trajectory as they crashed down, followed closely by the pressure of heaven and earth.
This hammer landed just right on the sword light.
Raising his eyes, Ye Chen looked at Zhu Hai who was very close at hand, turned his right hand, and shot out the proud sword in vain, "A hundred-step flying sword!"
Many rules of heaven and earth surround the sword body, crushing everything. The world in front of you, this hammer of power, and even Zhu Hai's body.
Crush, the hammer of power shattered, and the bright sword light instantly penetrated Zhu Hai's body. The surging martial arts will burst out from the sword body, carrying the force of destruction, tearing Zhu Hai's soul apart.
Poof! Poof! Blood splashed wildly, dyeing the sky red.
The hammer of crushing force broke through Zhu Hai's body. The power condensed on the Ao Wang Sword did not diminish, and it fell straight to the ground below like a falling meteor.
Stopping, Ye Chen was dressed in white and made a hunting noise. His dark eyes were full of calmness. Unchanged by the killing of Zhu Hai and Hou Ying, he stared down. Under the earth, there was a shocking wave.
Oppression surged in, "Marquis Xinling, you finally can't stand it anymore. Arrogance has to pay a price. Two warriors who have condensed their original bodies, oh, they should feel heartache!"
The warrior who condenses the original body is a mainstay even for the Tiangang countries.
A series of dull eyes focused on the falling shadow, and boom, the ground suddenly shook and shook, and cracks tens of feet long spread out. Like a spider web. And in the center of the spider web, a
The crack was a hundred feet wide.
A crack appeared in the restriction on the 18th level, and the Sword of Pride appeared in the sky above the 18th level of hell.
Marquis Xinling stepped out of the air, his eyes were like lightning. He stared straight at the corpse on the sword, his handsome face twisted together. His elegance was gone, and his expression was full of ferocity, "I will cut off my left and right arms, and I won't break you into pieces."
The corpse is so broken that it is difficult to express the hatred in my heart!" He clenched his hands tightly, and a gurgling sound resounded in his arms. Xinlinghou raised his hand and waved his feather fan down. A storm of the laws of heaven and earth rolled out and struck down on the pride.
On the sword, the proud sword trembled slightly, its power collapsed, fell straight down, and landed beside the locking martial arts frame.
Lowering his eyes, Fatty Xiao looked at Ao Shijian, with a smile on his lips: "Ao Shi!"
The Divine Sword channeled spirits and noticed Fatty Xiao's aura. The proud sword trembled lightly, and the sound of the sword sounded cheerful.
"Killing two warriors who condensed the original body, haha, interesting!" Through the broken sky, Chi You saw the figure in white, and also saw Ye Chen's cultivation, condensed an original body
"If he really kills Jing Ke and Zhao Kuo, then there may be hope of breaking through this hell."
"It's just that this hope is a bit slim." After a pause, Chi You glanced at Xinlinghou.
Where Xinlinghou stood, the heaven and earth collapsed. A shocking oppression rose into the sky. The originally broken eighteenth level of restrictions completely collapsed.
As soon as the restriction collapsed, the ground on the seventeenth floor collapsed and sunk.
In the eighteenth level of hell, huge phantoms appeared one after another. They were huge stones, falling straight down like meteorites, kicking up dust all over the sky.
The ground shook and roars continued. Fatty Xiao and Wuming raised their heads and looked at such a spectacular scene.
The restrictions collapsed, and the seventeenth-level restrictions and the eighteenth-level restrictions were completely merged together, regardless of each other.
Looking at the collapsed ground below, Ye Chen's expression changed slightly. He did not expect that the oppression of Marquis Xinling was so terrifying that he actually tore apart the broken restrictions.
Ye Chen stepped out, his body was like a rainbow, and he went straight to the locking frame below.
Ten warrior gods were imprisoned on it, and when they saw the figure in white emerging from the sky, they were all wild with surprise.
Without Hou Ying and Zhu Hai, Xinlinghou's retainers were leaderless. When they saw Ye Chen charging towards them, they felt cold in their hearts. They had no choice but to bravely confront Ye Chen in an attempt to block Ye Chen's progress.
"How can a group of ants block this seat? Retreat!" Ye Chen said coldly as his long sleeves danced. Thousands of thunderbolts burst out, and the disciples who rushed at the front were turned into ashes and their souls were extinguished.
At the same time, these thunderbolts fell on the locking weapon frame. The thunderbolts were three feet thick and condensed into sharp blades, cutting off the locking weapon chain in one fell swoop.
Dang! Dang! The chains were broken one after another, losing the shackles of the martial arts chain. A long-lasting aura appeared on the body of the Martial God Chosen Clan. At the same time, ten figures rose into the sky.
Seeing that the God of War had rescued his tribe, the expressions of many of the disciples suddenly changed.
However, the thunder in front of them seemed to be endless, blocking them so that they could not escape.
Boom! Thousands of thunderbolts fell on the shaking earth. The shattered earth was completely shattered in the thunder, and the huge rocks turned into ashes and rolled up in the sky.
The barrier between the seventeenth level of hell and the eighteenth level of hell completely disappeared, and two waves of shocking oppression rolled out. The auras of Ye Chen and Marquis Xinling collided together.
Heaven and earth are trembling, and the rules of heaven and earth are emerging between them like raging waves.
In the distance, the raging thunder was silent and silent.
Thousands of diners looked at this scene with dull eyes. Just the auras of these two people were so terrifying. How terrifying were the strengths of these two people?
Ignoring the turbulent rules of heaven and earth in front of him, Ye Chenyun walked forward lightly. Every time he took a step, the aura on his body increased sharply, and the way of heaven and the way of hungry ghosts followed closely behind him like shadows.
Until entering the eighteenth level of hell, all the rules of the heavens were dead.
At this moment, Xinlinghou's ferocious expression softened slightly. He stared at Ye Chen and chuckled: "Young man, in this world, not everyone can break into hell, and not everyone can kill!"
"And you have done both, and you will also have to pay the price!" Dancing wildly, Marquis Xinling was smiling, but his eyes were cold, and undulating prohibitive rules surged out, one after another, forming numerous restrictions, regardless of
The seventeenth level of hell and the eighteenth level of hell are all shrouded. Heavy pressure spreads around, allowing the churning sand and dust to fall quietly.
Sensing the oppression coming from all around, Ye Chen glanced at the sky and saw some clues, and murmured: "Restriction!"
Immediately, Ye Chen lowered his eyes and swept across the locking frame below. When he glanced at Chi You, Ye Chen's eyes obviously paused.
At the same time, Chi You also met Ye Chen's gaze, and a look of solemnity flashed across his moonlike face. His dark eyes were like a pool of stagnant water with no bottom, "There are people in this world that I cannot see through."
Very few, and now there is one more person!"
"The Martial God chooses the ancestors of the clan!" Ye Chen nodded slightly, then looked at Fatty Xiao, looking at the familiar edges and corners, a rare smile appeared on his face: "If it weren't for the Proud World Sword, I wouldn't have known you would be here!
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The familiar voice and tone made Fatty Xiao's eyes wet slightly, and he sighed sadly: "If you hadn't disappeared, how could I have appeared here? Fortunately, you are okay!"
"Have you suffered a lot these days?" Wearing a broken military robe, long hair draped messily on his shoulders, and sword marks all over his body, Ye Chen looked at Fatty Xiao and counted his breaths, and said slowly.
"The God of War chooses a clan. Who in Tiangang doesn't endure hardship?" After saying this, Fatty Xiao raised his lips slightly and said, "This guy has made me suffer a lot. Kill him and vent my anger for me!"
Kill him and vent my anger for me! The incomparable tone made the retainers of Xinlinghou sneer. Even Xinlinghou was the same. As soon as this guy appeared, he turned a blind eye and chatted with this damn fat man. Tsk, tsk, really serious