"Avenge the leader!" Several shouts of shouts erupted from the crowd like thunder, and soon there were several more shouts.
As the shouts became louder and louder, expressions of sorrow and anger emerged on the faces of the big men around them, and the blood in their hearts was also aroused.
Ye Chen glanced around with cold eyes, and immediately stepped back in vain, helping Mu Chen who was lying in a pool of blood. A breeze slowly lifted Mu Chen, pulled away the broken cloth, and held Mu Chen tightly.
Chen's body was tied to his own, and he glanced at Mu Ye, whose face was pale, and said calmly: "Give me your hand!"
"Yes!" Mu Ye's eyes were still on the bloody sword lying in a pool of blood. Hearing this, he couldn't help but give his hand to Ye Chen.
Taking the jade hand into his hand, a cold and soft feeling came to him. Ye Chen slowly looked towards the city gate of the wasteland, where a powerful momentum suddenly erupted.
The eight old men constantly changed their positions and formed a sword formation. Their momentum was enough to reach the peak of the second level of martial arts.
"Follow me, remember, hold my hand, I will take you to kill!" Ye Chen's figure suddenly shot forward, and the fire attribute energy poured out of the body like a tide, an invisible wave
Qi energy enveloped him and Mu Ye, and their figures shot forward like arrows from a string.
A feeling of dizziness slowly came over, Mu Ye was in a trance, and his vision became hazy, but the figure was vaguely visible.
Ye Chen was like a sharp blade, piercing deeply into the crowd. He kept swinging the sword in his hand, wildly harvesting the lives of the big man.
A large number of people around him fell down, and as they got closer and closer to the city gate, the resistance Ye Chen encountered became greater and his sword became colder and colder, killing several people with one sword.
As if God couldn't bear to look at the tragic scene, it started to rain heavily, and the setting sun disappeared without knowing when. At a glance, the sky was gloomy!
The blood was flowing at everyone's feet, but no one paid attention, only decisive killing!
In the heavy rain, Ye Chen was like a whirlwind, turning into an almost invisible black shadow moving, and the blood immediately dyed the clear rain red,
The ruthless killing unfolded silently and brutally in the heavy rain, a battle of one versus hundreds.
On this occasion, the people around him truly understood the origin of Ye Chen's title of devil, and the ruthless killing was vividly reflected in the long sword.
That white figure covered in blood easily took away lives one after another, no matter whether the life was old or young, male or female.
The surface of the Qilin Ring was filled with colorful light. The Fire Qilin was always observing everything around it, and immediately sighed secretly: "Ye Chen, you will eventually embark on this road of no return. From the moment you got the Qilin bloodline, you were destined to...
If you go on a killing spree, there will be gains and losses!"
The figure covered in madness flickered in and out of the crowd. The blood was washed away by the rain. At the gate of the city, it seemed to have formed a lake made of blood. Every drop of bright red blood,
They all represent the lives lost to the sword in Ye Chen's hand.
Every flash of sword light was accompanied by a series of screams, and several more lives disappeared.
The rain has blurred Mu Ye's vision. The whole world is red, red rain, red figures, red swords, everything is red.
The smell of blood and screams kept stimulating Ye Chen. At this moment, Mu Ye looked at Ye Chen's back with a hint of horror in his eyes. He couldn't help but loosen his clenched hands and stood there with a dull face.
He muttered the words: "Devil, devil, red devil!"
Ye Chen paused slightly, glanced at Mu Ye indifferently, then took Mu Ye's hand again and shot forward suddenly.
As he continued to approach the city gate, the sword in Ye Chen's hand became more and more sharp, as if the sword in his hand became more sharp as the number of times it was stained with blood increased, and the remaining pills were stuffed into his mouth as if they were free.
, as the true energy slowly recovered, Ye Chen's whole body's momentum rose again, as if there was only that sword left in the world!
The shadow of the sword filled the sky, rushing towards the eight people at the city gate like a tide, rolling up a pool of blood all over the ground, and the blood spattered wildly.
However, the sword shadow still could not break through the sword formation composed of eight people. Seeing this, the members of the Blood Sword could not help but feel confident and launched a crazy offensive against Ye Chen again.
Although Ye Chen's cultivation level is much higher than that of the Blood Sword members, facing a steady stream of Blood Sword members, when the enemy passes over Ye Chen again and again, the Zhenqi shield covering his body cannot withstand it after all.
That terrifying energy unknowingly caused more sword marks on Ye Chen's body.
The pain only made Ye Chen calmer and more ruthless, and he used Sword Qi to slash again.
Flying rain filled the sky, carrying terrifying sword energy, and swept towards the eight people like a violent storm. The roar was continuous, and the eight people were swaying, but they still resisted the attack. Dozens of cold sword energy rushed towards their faces,
The long hair on his cheeks split off, Ye Chen's body fell backwards with difficulty, and a crack slowly appeared on the silver mask.
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Undoubtedly, this move further stimulated the members of the Blood Sword to go crazy, and countless giant swords swept towards Ye Chen.
He raised his eyes slightly, and then pointed out with a finger, a flash of splendor flashed on the surface of the Kirin Ring.
The extremely weird purple flame slowly emerged in the air, and the terrifying energy around it also dissipated.
As soon as the purple flame appeared, it turned into a stream of light and shot towards the eight people at the city gate. The sharp explosion sounded in vain.
The eight old men jumped back in vain, and the giant sword slashed forward crazily. Dozens of sword shadows slowly overlapped together, trying to resist the small cluster of purple flames.
However, when the giant sword touched the purple flame, it turned into molten iron and fell. In the horrified eyes of several old men, the purple flame wrapped around their arms.
Before the screams could be heard, the eight people turned into ashes and scattered all over the sky, and the whole place fell into a deathly silence.
Looking at the falling ashes indifferently, he held Mu Ye's hand tightly, held the sword in one hand, stepped lightly, and shot towards the outside of the wasteland in vain.
The big men at the city gate also forgot to stop him, and hundreds of pairs of eyes looked at the figure that was gradually disappearing in shock.
There was very little true energy left in the body. Ye Chen's figure was swaying, as if he would fall down at any time. He felt that there was no breath coming from behind, and then he slowly exhaled and caught a glimpse of Mu Ye's pale face and sluggish expression.
, laughed at himself: "Do you think I'm cruel and heartless?"
Although the words were low, they fell into Mu Ye's ears like a bolt from the blue.
Qiaoying was slightly shaken, and she took off Ye Chen's left hand, and immediately realized something. A trace of guilt flashed across Mu Ye's face, and she said softly: "I'm sorry!"
He smiled faintly, but his face changed slightly, and he suddenly raised his head and looked into the distance, where several figures slowly emerged, and immediately several waves of powerful momentum swept over them. The figures were obviously moving extremely fast, just a few breaths away.
Time jumped into the sight of Ye Chen and Mu Ye.
A trace of joy could not help but appear on Mu Ye's face. Regardless of his injuries, he waved to the figure: "Father, I'm here!"
The leader was a middle-aged man, with a majestic face and the strongest aura on his body.
With a slight glance, he untied Mu Chen from behind and placed it gently on the ground. Ye Chen kicked his feet slightly. At this moment, the silver mask also cracked and fell to the ground, and his figure shot in vain in the other direction.
go.
A sharp explosion suddenly sounded, and Mu Ye suddenly turned around and looked to the left. However, in the blink of an eye, Ye Chen's figure disappeared from Mu Ye's sight.
At that moment, Mu Ye caught the pale face, the face that belonged to Ye Chen.
His face was pale, as if he was sluggish, and he stood there stupidly, Mu Ye said foolishly: "Ye Chen, it's really you!"