"You killed someone? And you were one of my men!" Ye Chen opened his eyes and his eyes fell on the long sword stained with blood.
His expression was calm, but the moment Ye Chen spoke, the whole world became extremely oppressive, and a chilling air filled the air.
"I wanted to test the strength of the Blood Prison disciples, but I didn't expect those people to be so helpless!" Han Xin said calmly, with an indifferent expression.
"You want to challenge me?" Ye Chen said calmly. He did feel a pressure from Han Xin. This pressure was something he had never felt from Lin Dao and others.
This person is very strong, at least in the Lingwu realm. This person is the strongest person he has ever seen, the pinnacle of the Lingwu realm.
Shaking his head, Han Xin had a look of impatience on his face, "I am not one of those wastes, nor am I here to challenge you. I have only one purpose here, and that is to kill you!"
Bang bang! A roar suddenly resounded in the sky, and its murderous intent surged out like a tide. Around Han Xin, the water vapor even condensed into ice crystals.
Han Xin has killed many people, ranging from ordinary children to terrifying Lingwu Realm experts.
Han Xin's murderous intention set off a wave of space waves. Liu Dong and others all frowned and secretly said: "Han Xin, the God of Killing, how many people has he killed?"
His eyes were as calm as water, but Ye Chen's expression was still the same, "Kill me?"
In the lonely hell, the people Han Xin wants to kill will never live to see tomorrow. Therefore, few people can be so calm in the face of Han Xin's murderous words.
Even the elders of the first-class sects are like this. Han Xin's strength is enough to be feared.
But today they saw that even when facing the God of Death Han Xin, Ye Chen's expression never changed.
"If you want to gain prestige, you need matching strength!" Han Xin said lightly, his blood energy surrounding him, and space ripples spread out, "But if you don't have matching strength, you can only perish!
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Ding! The crisp sound of sword chants resounded, and the killing intent in Han Xin exploded without concealment.
"Are you done?" Ye Chen raised his eyebrows slightly, and the Qilin Sword appeared in his hand. In an instant, the sword light suddenly appeared, and Ye Chen took a step forward and struck the city with one sword.
Before he drew his sword, Ye Chen had no breath in his body, but the moment he drew his sword, he moved the sky like a sharp sword that had been dusty for a long time.
One sword can conquer the city, and its sword intent condenses out, overwhelming all the swords in the world!
It was a light sword, but facing such a sword, Han Xin's expression suddenly changed. In front of this sword, he actually found that he had no possibility of using the sword.
Back! He stepped back with his right foot, and Han Xin stepped back a few steps. He just picked up the long sword in his hand, and the sound of the sword resounded in vain, creating ripples in the space.
But at this moment, Han Xin found that the bright sword light in front of him dissipated. Not only the sword light dissipated, but also Ye Chen's figure, silently.
The sword missed, Han Xin suddenly turned around and stopped the sword before it was halfway out.
A bright sword light emerged in his eyes. This sword light was so soft and beautiful that people could not help but be immersed in it.
The sword light continued to expand in Han Xin's eyes, followed closely by that overly young face and those unimpressive eyes.
"Supernatural Thunder Shield!" Han Xin's eyes were like real sword light. He saw through the bright sword light and felt Ye Chen's terrifying sword intent. It was this sword intent that made the sword even more terrifying.
"Such a terrifying sword intent. I am not as good as him in terms of sword intent! No wonder this person can defeat several third-level spiritual warriors one after another. His sword intent is so terrifying, so naturally his magical power is not bad!" Han Xin's eyesight
Senran, the whole person revealed a cold aura
, at the same time, its clicking sound emerged in mid-air in vain, condensing in front of Han Xin, the thunder was like a dragon, flying, and finally gathered into a shield filled with mysterious marks.
This is formed by the gathering of the power of thunder rules, eventually forming ripples, and this shield is integrated with Han Xin's sword intention and magical thunder shield.
Ding! The explosion sound like the clash of metals echoed in vain. Ye Chen's light sword landed on the thunder shield, causing a faint ripple but failing to break it.
"No one can smash my shield, not even those old immortals!" It was because of this magical thunder shield that Han Xin was able to survive countless deadly battles.
"Thunder!" The sword fell, and countless thunderbolts surged out in vain, sweeping towards Ye Chen's figure. These terrifying thunderbolts were enough to tear the sky apart, and they contained sword energy and sword intention.
But Ye Chen's eyes were still calm and unruffled. When the thunder was about to touch Ye Chen's figure, Ye Chen said calmly: "Do you want to make me your enemy?"
Bang bang! The thunder that was shooting stopped in vain. In Han Xin's eyes, a strange mark appeared on Ye Chen's eyebrows. It was the mark formed by the thunder dragon, the thunder mark.
"I control the thunder in the world!" Ye Chen took a step forward, and its purple light emerged from the Qilin Sword in vain. For just a moment, roars resounded in the world in vain, and thousands of thunders in the world gathered in vain, entangled in the world.
Next to the Qilin Sword.
Whoosh! The Qilin Sword came out of his hand, carrying all the thunder from heaven and earth, and shot Han Xin directly with the force of thunder.
"How is that possible!" At this moment, Han Xin actually felt the vibrations of the Thunder Shield, and the patterns transformed by the Thunder Rules also had a tendency to collapse.
The pinnacle of spiritual martial arts! Han Xin is called the God of Killing who is only half a step into the martial arts realm. In just an instant, all the true energy in his body surged out, suppressing the thunder rules that were about to collapse, and at the same time, his body retreated.
The retreat is dozens of feet.
"Hundred Steps Flying Sword!" The Qilin Sword was like a rainbow, lifting up across the sky and drawing out streaks of dazzling lightning. At the same time, Ye Chen raised his feet and took a step forward. In just an instant, the Qilin Sword appeared in the thunder.
In front of the shield, Ye Chen's figure also appeared.
Holding the Qilin Sword, he stabbed out with a sword, and thousands of thunders roared. The sword fell on the thunder shield. In an instant, the seals transformed by the thunder rules immediately shattered, and cracks spread out.
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The bright sword light broke through the thunder shield and shot directly into Han Xin's chest. Although there was a little fear in his eyes, Han Xin did not retreat this time. The murderous aura in his body filled the air. The sword in his hand changed and became murderous.
Pulled by the situation, sword shadows emerged one after another.
, each sword shadow is actually filled with a wave that Ye Chen is familiar with. This is the killing rule. Although it is only an incomplete killing rule, when used in Han Xin's hands, it is no less than an ordinary magical power.
Endless murderous intent permeated the air, and each sword shadow brought up a cold wind. The void was like turning into a hell on earth, with bursts of cold wind. Ye Chen could clearly understand the shadows of each sword that passed by.
The earth felt the power on it that could tear the sky apart, and
and the piercing killing intent, but this seemingly terrifying killing rule was full of flaws in Ye Chen's eyes.
"Killing rules? It's a pity that I just stepped into the threshold of the killing rules. What a pity!" In an instant, Ye Chen's white clothes suddenly started to fly.
Endless murderous intent transformed into the void. At this moment, the people watching below actually heard the shocking howl of ghosts and wolves. The previously gentle-looking Ye Chen turned into a murderous god in just an instant.
"Kill!" Immediately afterwards, an aura that was even more powerful than before came out from Ye Chen's body. The murderous intent spread quickly. In an instant, everything within a radius of several hundred feet was enveloped by Ye Chen's murderous intent.
This killing intent was more terrifying than the killing intent in Han Xin. At this moment, Han Xin had a trance-like feeling that the man in front of him was the real God of Death who came out of the sea of blood.
Almost at the same time, the Qilin Sword in Ye Chen's hand slashed downward into the void. It was a clean and sharp sword strike, but with the rules of killing, everything changed.
Zhuikula skillfully tore Han Xin's sword shadow into pieces, and the Qilin Sword hit Han Xin's sword body with a loud bang.
Han Xin's figure flew backwards like a meteor. At this moment, Han Xin finally knew the gap between the two. In just this moment, the killing intent in his eyes disappeared.
Phew! The sword light was still extremely bright, and a young face kept enlarging in Han Xin's eyes.
A chill spread around his neck, and Han Xin's mind was immersed in the sword light until it dissipated. In the void, a figure in white stood with a sword, and beside him was an ice sculpture.
Gazing slowly around, Ye Chen calmly put away the Qilin Sword, walked forward without saying a word, and stepped on the stone sword.
Lin Dao and Lu Qing looked at the white-clothed figure above with complicated expressions. He was too strong, and even a strong man like Han Xin could not push him to his limit.
"The number one person in martial arts!" Lin Dao waved his feather fan and whispered: "This is the only name that suits him!"
"***, you bullshit god of death, it's easier to be killed by this evil star than to kill a pig!" Liu Dong cursed in a low voice after wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth.
But a hundred feet away, the onlookers were already boiling. No one could forget the previous swords, no one could forget the moment when Ye Chen sealed his throat with a sword, especially the terrifying killing intent, which was even more terrifying than Han Xin.
Many Lingwu Realm warriors were hidden among the crowd, but after witnessing Ye Chen's strength, they all chose to remain silent. They believed that they were not Han Xin, and they would not be able to take that man's sword.
Perhaps after today, no one in the Lonely Hell will not know the name Blood Hell Emperor.
There was a bit of noise all around, and this noise made Ye Chen frown slightly, "From today on, anyone who violates the rules of the Blood Prison within the scope of the Blood Prison will be like this person!"
As soon as Ye Chen spoke, the ice sculpture in the void immediately shattered and turned into ice shavings.
Silence! The surroundings fell silent in vain, and the crowd of onlookers subconsciously moved back, because the void they were standing in still fell within the scope of the Blood Prison.
Those strong Lingwu realm men who looked down on the Blood Prison also chose to retreat, and the Lingwu realm masters present never challenged him again. Ye Chen's sword not only ended Han Xin's life, but also shattered the fighting spirit in the hearts of the Lingwu realm masters present.
"The number one person in martial arts, is this title important?" Ye Chen whispered, seemingly to himself, but also seemed to be asking Lin Dao and others.
Hearing this, Lin Dao and others were silent. At this moment, they were also thinking, is this so-called name important?
After several months of contact, Ye Chen gradually understood this so-called hell. It was indeed full of killings. It was a hell on earth because the cheapest thing here was human life.
Here, the existence of blood crystals allows warriors to improve their cultivation in a short period of time. They do not need to spend countless lonely and boring days accumulating and condensing their true energy. They only need to comprehend, comprehend the origin, and comprehend the sword.
Intention, evolve sword intention.
"The most indispensable thing in this world is genius, but many people can't bear the loneliness, either because of fame or fortune. They abandon that loneliness and pursue the so-called fame and fortune!"
"However, they don't know that the reason why a strong person is a strong person is because a strong person is built up by countless lonely days! It has nothing to do with fame or profit?"
"So, is the so-called reputation of being the number one martial artist really that important?" Ye Chen's mutterings floated in the wind, but fell into the minds of Lin Dao and others.