Two sounds of heaven and earth resounded in the sky, and this sound overwhelmed the Holy Son's wild laughter.
At the same time, these two sounds of heaven and earth were swirling around Ye Chen's ears, but Ye Chen's eyes were still blood red.
Two rainbows streaked across the sky, tearing the sky apart and breaking through the sea of blood.
Her white hair was as white as snow, and the flying white hair looked extremely eye-catching above the sea of blood. Under the flying white hair was a pair of lifeless eyes, but there was a rare murderous intent in those empty eyes.
Killing intent permeated the air, and when the figure stepped down, the sea of blood shook, setting off a torrential flame of blood.
Next to this figure is a slightly fat murderous figure. From the appearance, this should be a very simple and honest fat man.
However, the killing intent in this fat man was even colder, especially the sword in his hand with the inscription "Proud of the World" on it, which was vibrating crazily, and the sound of the sword's roar stirred the sea of blood below.
The two figures tore the sky apart and rushed towards the two hundred-foot giant dragons and Ye Chen like two shooting stars.
This sudden change in the void attracted the attention of Qing Jue and others in the distance. They raised their heads. Qing Jue and others looked at the two rainbows with confusion. Who were those two people?
On those two figures, Qing Jue felt a terrifying pressure, which was no less than the monstrous sea of blood in front of her.
Yue Wuxie, on the other hand, was shaken, and a hint of joy appeared on his originally ferocious face: "Weiqing Sword, World-Proud Sword!"
The Weiqing Sword, the Proud World Sword, and the Moon God Sword, these three swords spread throughout the Huangfeng Kingdom at some unknown time.
These three swords represent three people, the moon god Ye Chen, Weiqing Mu Chen, and the proud Xiao Ziyun!
Each of these swords represents three legends, which only belong to the legend of Huangfeng Kingdom! After stepping on the sea of blood, two extremely terrifying sword intents condensed out at the same time. In just a few breaths, two sword shadows pierced the heaven and earth and fell in the air.
It fell on top of the two hundred-foot giant dragons.
The ultimate sword intent! The shocking sword shadow tore through the void and set off a sea of blood! Bang bang! Two low roars resounded, and two hundred-foot-long dragons fell towards the rear.
Bang bang! The sea of blood was rolling, and two long dragons were tumbling in the sea of blood! At the same time, two figures emerged next to Ye Chen.
With white hair like frost, Mu Chen stood beside Ye Chen holding a sword, his body filled with cold killing intent.
No matter when, Mu Chen was always like this. He didn't say much, but his sword said everything. Even though he was tens of thousands of miles away, he came just because it involved Ye Chen.
The Ao Shi Sword vibrated slightly, and sword chants resounded loudly. Fatty Xiao also stood beside Ye Chen without saying a word.
"Those two blood dragons, help me stop them!" Ye Chen's voice was slightly hoarse, and his eyes were still extremely blood-red.
Hearing this, Mu Chen and Fatty Xiao came out with their swords, unafraid of the terrifying martial arts will, and shot straight at the two blood dragons.
Two long rainbows crossed the sea of blood and shot directly at the two hundred-foot-long blood dragons. Seeing this, the smile on the corners of the Holy Son's lips grew thicker: "The more people there are, the more interesting this game will be!"
"But there are two more people, Godai, and you can't do anything to me!" The Holy Son held Qianchuan Xue's waist and felt the slender willow waist, and the Holy Son sneered.
The will of martial arts suppressed Mu Chen like a mountain. Mu Chen's eyes were empty, and his figure still fell forward. Every time he took a step, the blood splashed by him turned into blooming lilac flowers.
Mu Chen's sword was mourning, and a kind of mournful wave filled the air. This mournful cry made people inexplicably sad.
Those who love only have no self! His white hair was flying, and Mu Chen's eyes were still as empty as ever. His martial arts will suppressed his body, but he could not suppress his will, because he had no heart.
Facing the roaring hundred-foot-long blood dragon in front of him, Mu Chen stepped out with his sword, raised the sword, and drew the sword. There was no sword light, but it contained the ultimate in love!
This inexplicable scream made a scream sound in the void, and even the sword screamed. This kind of scream infected the three bloody bodies. Although they lost their souls, the heartbreaking sadness still flowed in the bodies.
Everywhere.
This terrifying martial arts will also rippled, sheathing the sword and drawing out the sword again. Mu Chen was like this, he kept putting away the sword and drawing out the sword. This action has become the instinct of his body.
But even this light sword blocked the pace of the hundred-foot-long blood dragon. Compared with the hundred-foot-long blood dragon, Mu Chen's figure looked so thin.
A figure, flying white hair, and a sword are enough! The blood dragon's screams also resounded. Seeing this scene, the smile at the corner of the Holy Son's mouth froze in vain, and there was a trace of disbelief in his eyes: "How is this?
possible!"
"He is only at the third level of Lingwu, but he can shake the will of martial arts with the ultimate artistic conception! The ultimate in love!" The Holy Son's hand holding Qianchuan Xue froze in vain, and at this moment, an equally terrifying momentum appeared in his arms.
Rising from the sea of blood.
"Kill!" His earth-shattering roar sounded like rolling thunder in the sea of blood. For a moment, the sea of blood around him rolled and he was forced to retreat dozens of miles away.
A figure holding a sword came through the turbulent flow of the broken space. Holding the Proud World Sword, Fatty Xiao looked at the hundred-foot giant dragon in front of him coldly, as if he could see through the hundred-foot giant dragon at a glance, "It's just a remnant."
It's just the martial arts will! If a warrior loses his soul, then his martial arts will is no longer the martial arts will!" Fatty Xiao's long hair was flying, and the terrifying sword intent burst out from him. This is the third generation of martial arts will.
The sword intention, however, has now evolved into the sword intention of Fatty Xiao.
If you don't scream, you will be proud of the world for nine days! This is Fatty Xiao's sword intention. Endless sword energy is taking shape at his feet. At this moment, Fatty Xiao's aura surges crazily, and the surrounding void involuntarily shatters.
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Fatty Xiao's eyes fell on the blood dragon. The hundred-foot-long blood dragon in front of him trembled in vain, as if he couldn't bear Fatty Xiao's gaze.
Bang bang! The Holy Son took a step back, looked at the figure standing in the sea of blood with a very solemn expression, and whispered: "How is this possible, the third generation of sword intent!"
There seemed to be pressure from ancient times in that gaze, the pressure of the three generations of moon gods! Holding the sword, Fatty Xiao stepped forward, pointing his left hand together as a sword, and lightly touched the Proud World Sword, and a sword chant resounded.
And rise.
At the same time, Fatty Xiao's mouth also issued a long-lasting sword chant, which was like the sound of heaven and earth, hovering in the nine heavens.
In the endless void, a huge sword roar suddenly sounded. The sword roar shattered the void, and at the same time, endless sword energy emerged.
The sea of blood also shook violently, and the endless sword energy quickly condensed in it, condensing countless sword shadows, and each sword shadow drew a mysterious trajectory.
The extremely domineering sword intent shot straight into the sky, and the sword shadows gathered at Fatty Xiao's feet. A huge sword shadow emerged, and Fatty Xiao's body fell on it.
In the void, the shadow of the sword was flying like a turbulent flow. The terrifying sword intention actually shook away the blood in the space. Within a radius of hundreds of miles, there was no trace of blood. At this moment, Fatty Xiao finally drew his sword, "Hundred Steps"
dominate!"
An extension of the famous sword skill of the Three Generations, the Hundred-Step Flying Sword! The magical power of the Hundred-Step Master! The World-Proud Sword took off his hand and spun quickly. The World-Proud Sword stirred up invisible space ripples, tearing the sky apart, carrying with it the densely packed swords in the void.
The shadow fell on the blood dragon.
Like thousands of arrows piercing the heart, countless sword shadows merged into the blood dragon's body. At the same time, Fatty Xiao held the Ao Shi Sword and slashed it down from top to bottom with one powerful sword.
Bang! A dull sound sounded, followed by a mournful low roar. The blood dragon seemed to be broken at any time. The surrounding void shattered, and the broken void shattered again, forming continuous space ripples.
Falling on the blood dragon.
With this fat figure around, the blood dragon couldn't cross even half a step.
Although the soul of the Holy Son has been separated from the six-path body, the changes in the six-path body are still under his control at all times.
Six piercing pains spread deep in the soul of the Holy Son. At this moment, the Holy Son finally realized the horror of the two people in front of him.
One kind of sentimentality, one kind of domineering! Two extreme sword intentions. There was no smile on the face of the Holy Son anymore, and the sword eyebrows were wrinkled for the first time.
However, at the moment when the Holy Son frowned, countless shrill sword chants rang out in vain in the sea of blood, and at the same time, a cold shout as if from hell resounded: "Kill!"
As soon as the word kill came out! The sky and the earth changed color, and countless wailing sounds resounded. Almost at the same time, the warriors within tens of thousands of miles suddenly woke up from their training, looking at the sword energy in their hands in horror, and traces of killing were happening.
Floating out, and finally dissipated into the void.
On Fengzong Island, all the sect disciples and the sect master stood up and looked solemnly in the direction of Wangqing Island. They felt a shocking killing intent.
This murderous intent broke through the illusory rules of the Holy Son and flowed out. At the same time, the sect leaders were horrified to find that a shocking murderous intent emerged from the swords in their hands, and finally transformed into a wisp of murderous intent and dissipated in the void.
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Although they were confused, no one dared to step forward, because they knew that a fight was taking place there, between the Holy Son and the Sword God Sect leader!
On the contrary, the Moon God Prince took a step forward, looked at Feng Zong Island behind him, and said calmly: "Those three guys are not going to take action?"
At this moment, the proud son of the God of War appeared outside Fengzong Island in vain, and his eyes that had been closed were rarely opened, looking in the direction of Wangqing Island.
"You do care about those five generations?" The prince said calmly, looking at the figure a few feet away.
Hearing this, the prince did not answer and still stood there. In response, the prince shook his head slightly and said, "You are also an invisible chess piece!"
Ding! A sword chant resounded, and the sword in the hand of the proud man was also filled with murderous intent. The murderous intention turned into sword energy and dissipated in the void. Looking at this scene, both the prince and the proud prince showed contemplation in their eyes.
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Each sword was stained with blood and had killed people, and the murderous intention was precipitated in it. Ye Chen's shout seemed to alert the murderous intention of every sword within tens of thousands of miles. These killing intentions were mysteriously reflected in Ye Chen's body.
It condensed out from the sky and blended into Ye Chen's eyebrows.
With blood-red eyes, Ye Chen's eyes revealed no trace of murderous intent, and the surrounding void immediately became filled with a thick chill.
At this moment, snowflakes were floating silently around Ye Chen.