"I will use the sword in my hand to prove whose era this is!"
The plain and indifferent voice makes people feel like they are in hell.
The majestic martial arts will surged out and hit Zhao Zun's iron sword without any hindrance.
The iron sword that was galloping forward made a sound at this moment and immediately shattered.
Plop! In the process of direct collision between swords and swords, in the eyes of the world, Zhao Zun, the aloof god, actually walked backwards at this moment.
At the same time, a series of blood flowers splashed in the void, and this sudden change caused silence all around.
Even Wen Ran's red lips were slightly raised, and there was a hint of astonishment in her bright eyes.
Although he knew that Ye Chen was very powerful after condensing the five sources of origin, Wen Ran did not expect that Ye Chen's strength would be so terrifying.
Cough cough! Zhao Zun coughed up several mouthfuls of blood, his face was as pale as rice paper, a terrifying force surged up and down in his body, and the blood surged wildly.
Covering his chest, Zhao Zun looked at his chest with some confusion. Two terrifying sword marks clearly appeared in his sight. Blood flowed like pillars. Zhao Zun could even see the white bones.
These two sword marks looked like plows pushing across the field.
Cold sweat oozed out on Zhao Zun's forehead for the first time. Zhao Zun raised his head and looked at Ye Chen in surprise. That calm gaze contained endless killing intent.
Facing such a look, Zhao Zun felt uneasy for the first time in his heart.
Kaka! I saw the trees and vines standing all around, shattering at this moment.
Even the hell space was covered with cracks like spider webs, and the void was actually broken.
As soon as the hell space was broken, the warm spring breeze came slowly, and the dappled sunlight tore open the hell void and fell on the hell that was turned into ruins.
The sun fell on Zhao Zun's face, but his face became paler. Standing in the sun, he was sweating from behind. He knew that he had been locked by a murderous intention, and that murderous intention came from Ye Chen in front of him.
"This sword is really beyond my expectation, but, Fifth Generation, your most powerful sword is limited to this!"
"Such a sword style may be able to hurt me, but it cannot kill me!" Zhao Zun said pretending to be indifferent. In front of everyone, his majestic emperor was repulsed by a sword from a martial arts realm. He looked a little embarrassed, tongguo these words
, trying to save his face.
"Really?" Ye Chen said with a faint smile, turning his right hand over, and the Qilin sword in his hand brought out a shadow of the sword that made people change their color.
After this fight, Ye Chen also had a rough understanding of his current strength.
Indeed, this sword plowing the sky can only repel Zhao Zun at most, but it is far from enough to kill him.
The peak sword style? More than ten days ago, this twenty-second sword style was indeed his strongest sword style, but now it is no longer.
Ye Chen held the bloody Qilin sword and stepped out, stepping on the void as if walking on flat ground.
Seeing Ye Chen approaching, Zhao Zun immediately became extremely vigilant. In his eyes, Ye Chen at this moment was like a ferocious beast from ancient times. Under that calm face, the sharpest fangs were hidden.
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Zhao Zun knew that if he was careless, the hidden fangs would bite him bloody.
Be vigilant, be extremely vigilant!
The rules of the heavens appeared behind Zhao Zun, and thick vines were wrapped around the huge wheel of time, which was slowly rotating.
Boom boom! Ripples spread out, covering all directions of heaven and earth. Zhao Zun whispered: "The wheel of time, turn!"
As soon as the sound came out, the whole world became extremely slow, and the catkins dyed red slowly fell, until finally they seemed to stop in mid-air, with no sign of falling anymore.
The time here has stopped, the heaven and the earth have stopped. Below, the expression on the face of the chosen warrior god has stopped at this moment. Everything in the world has stopped.
However, even if the world is still, it cannot stop the figure dressed in white like snow.
Waves of terrifying oppression came from all directions. Ye Chen's face was expressionless, his eyes were as sharp as a sword, and his whole body was as cold as the Qilin sword in his hand. But at this moment, a warm spring breeze suddenly came.
It rises from the still world and comes towards your face.
Whoosh! The white clothes made a sound, and the daytime world was now filled with darkness like ink.
It was as if the inkstone had been overturned and half of the world was blackened with ink.
Behind Ye Chen, black and white are clear.
This strange scene fell in Zhao Zun's eyes. Zhao Zun's pupils shrank slightly, his heart beat faster, and he even felt creepy.
"I can also do a sword style!" Ye Chen said as he walked: "It's called Killing the Lord with One Sword!"
Kill an emperor with one sword! Kill some emperor! Of course, kill the emperor!
"Really?" Zhao Zun's confidence is a bit weak. In his soul, clusters of flames are about to ignite. If the situation is slightly wrong, he will immediately withdraw. As for the so-called Emperor Zun's face, he has now been thrown nine days away.
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The sky and the earth were clearly black and white, and the whole world became extremely hazy.
Ye Chen did not answer Zhao Zun. He directly used the sword in his hand to represent his words. Like a flying fairy from outside the sky, a stunning and brilliant sword style was displayed in Ye Chen's hand, passing through the world, and only this was left in the whole world.
A bright and beautiful sword light.
Looking at this dazzling sword, many of the warrior gods were a little intoxicated. This sword was so beautiful.
However, Zhao Zun frowned, and even the hairs on his body stood up.
With eyes as bright as lightning, Zhao Zun stared at the sky and the earth as the sword light passed by. In the black and white void, a clear crack emerged. In that crack, a breath of destruction swept out.
In front of this breath, Zhao Zun even noticed the long-lost breath of death.
What kind of sword style is this? Is this a sword style that can be controlled by the martial arts realm?
Zhao Zun's heart was beating faster, and the rules of time lingered on his fists, forming a ray of light visible to the naked eye. At this moment, Zhao Zun's entire body became as hard as metal. He knew that he had been beaten by Ye Chen
Locked by the force of his sword, he could not avoid this sword, so he could only catch it forcefully. If he could not catch it, Zhao Zun would definitely retreat without any hesitation.
"I don't believe it. I can't handle the sword style displayed by him at the martial arts level!" Zhao Zun galloped out, like thunder, clenched his hands into fists, and blasted out with both fists towards the sword light,
The surrounding tree vines were even wrapped around his arms. Zhao Zun's arms were as thick as pillars and fell on the sword light.
Clang! A deafening roar resounded throughout the world. Under the shadow of fists all over the sky, the bright sword light was unstoppable, destroying it like a cunning force, and landed directly on Zhao Zun's chest.
The power of this sword will always exceed Zhao Zun's expectations.
Hiss! Heartbreaking pain spread out from Zhao Zun's chest, POOP!
With a dull low sound, Zhao Zun's body fell heavily to the ground, causing catkins to fill the sky. Blood flowed like pillars, and scarlet blood gushed out from his chest, dyeing the ground red.
Above the void, catkins were flying, and under the mottled sunlight, a bright sword light flashed, bringing up a scarlet lightning, and a torrential rain of blood fell down... (To be continued...)