Long Chen slashed down with his sword, forcing the five of them to unleash their strongest attack. This was a shocking collision, and the terrifying force directly knocked all six of them away.
Long Chen didn't know what was going on with the others, but Long Chen felt as if he had been hit hard by a huge hammer, almost spitting out a mouthful of blood.
He did not expect that these five people would have such terrifying power, and that the fourth Kaitian style could not kill them instantly.
But what Long Chen didn't know was that the five people were even more horrified and almost went crazy. They were all the best among the eighth-grade Skywalkers. They were almost invincible at the same level. When had they ever joined forces with others to defend against the enemy?
Now not only did he have to join forces with others, but five people joined forces to unleash the strongest power, and he was still so shocked that he coughed up blood.
The three strong men from the ancient clan were better off. After all, they had the blood of the mysterious beasts and were physically powerful. However, the two strong men from the Blood Killing Hall suffered a lot and were almost shocked to death.
His whole body was covered in blood, his bones were almost broken, and he rolled out like a ball of flesh.
Long Chen didn't know the situation of the others. He only felt uncomfortable all over. His chest felt like a big mountain was being pressed and he was knocked away.
When flying backwards, the direction of Long Chen's flight happened to be where Han Wenjun stayed, and he happened to catch a glimpse of the huge jar.
Long Chen was no longer the rookie he was before. He recognized the jar at a glance as an ancestor-level treasure. Without saying a word, he took out the black pot and threw it at it.
"Bang"
There was a loud bang, and the iron pot hit the jar hard, causing pain to the people inside the jar. It was like putting a group of mice under a huge copper bell and then hitting it hard with a sledgehammer.
The sour and refreshing feeling cannot be experienced by outsiders at all.
All the strong men spurted out a mouthful of blood, feeling like their souls were about to be shaken away. Blood slowly overflowed from their ear holes, and for a while they couldn't hear anything.
Those with poor cultivation were directly shocked to death, and some unlucky ones not only fainted, but also died, being directly shocked to death.
Those strong men who had not fainted did not have time to feel lucky. There was another loud bang, which made their heads buzz and almost turn into paste.
"Boom, boom, boom..."
Violent knocking sounds continued outside, and Han Wenjun only reacted at this moment. He formed seals with his hands, sprayed a mouthful of blood on the ancestral weapon, and prepared to use the ancestral weapon to defend against the enemy.
But after he sprayed out a mouthful of blood, he was horrified to find that the ancestral weapon had become extremely weak, and even felt waves of fear.
"boom"
"Crack, click, click..."
In the horrified eyes of Han Wenjun and others, their ancestral artifact of the ancient Korean nation, the God of Pickled Heaven, was shattered.
Endless pieces fell down, revealing Long Chen, who was holding an iron pot and sweating profusely.
At this time, the light wave storm has passed. Long Chen looked at Han Wenjun who looked dull, wiped his sweat and said: "Although you are a beast, I can't bear to see you suffocated in the pickle jar, so I finally broke the jar
, saved you.
You don’t need to thank me, this is what I should do. I have other things to do, so I’ll leave first.”
"Snapped"
Long Chen talked for a long time, and suddenly a big slap hit the face of Han Wenjun who was still confused. With the power of this slap, Long Chen flew backwards, like a bolt of lightning, towards the center of the battlefield.
Han Wenjun was slapped away by Long Chen, half of his face was smashed, and his head was at least half smaller. However, men in ancient Korea all have big pie faces, so half the size is enough.
It's just that Long Chen's slap was so harsh that it almost blew Han Wenjun's head apart. If he hadn't been blessed with powerful dragon veins, he would have been slapped to death.
"Kill them"
Xia Yunfeng and Xia Yunchong were overjoyed. Long Chen was so tough that he smashed the ancestral weapon and seriously injured Han Wenjun. The other strong men were also shocked and confused. It was the best time to kill the enemy. They all raised their weapons and attacked them.
Kill them.
After Long Chen slapped Han Wenjun away, he flew to the other side of the battlefield. There, five eighth-grade Skywalkers also struggled to stand up. Long Chen didn't want to give them any chance to breathe. He knew that
Five people were also seriously injured.
It's just that Han Wenjun's ancestral weapon is too terrifying. If it is not abolished, once Han Wenjun uses it, Xia Yunchong and others may be killed.
So Long Chen just smashed the ancestral pickle vat. In addition, Long Chen also had another idea, which was to see the secret of the iron pot.
Long Chen even had a glimmer of hope, just to see if the iron pot would wake up. If the iron pot woke up, he might be able to walk sideways in the future.
You know, this iron pot was made by the mysterious ascended person himself, and later gave it even more powerful energy.
However, the iron pot is currently sleeping, just like a monster's egg. To hatch it, a huge amount of energy is needed.
When Long Chen hit the Yanlong Cauldron with an iron pot last time, the Yanlong Cauldron later told Long Chen that the iron pot was a rogue, and every time he hit it, a massive amount of its original power would be extracted.
If you smash it, it will be completely destroyed.
So when Long Chen saw the ancestral artifact, he almost reflexively acted like a rogue and smashed it wildly. Sure enough, he found that the iron pot was very rogue. If he smashed it, the casting would be a bit weaker.
This time, Long Chen didn't care so much. He smashed it hard and smashed an ancestral artifact that had been cultivated by hundreds of generations of ancient Korean people to pieces.
"kill"
Long Chen put away the iron pot and ran straight towards the two Blood Killing Palace killers who were covered in blood and were being healed by the power of heaven, and killed them with one strike.
"boom"
The two were horrified and hurriedly resisted, but Long Chen's sword was extremely powerful. The two of them were not good at strength, so they were knocked away by Long Chen's sword and rolled far away like a gourd rolling on the ground.
Before the two people's bodies had fully recovered, their wounds were shattered by Long Chen's knife again, and their bodies were covered in blood. If it weren't for the two of them working together, they wouldn't have been able to block Long Chen's knife.
"He is not strong enough, come together and kill him!" A killer from the Blood Killing Hall shouted loudly.
Long Chen had just activated the fourth form of Kaitian, extracting half of the power in his body in an instant. Now his spiritual energy was less than 30%, and his power had indeed declined.
But even if it is less than 30%, you must know that Long Chen has one hundred and eight thousand immortal platforms, and 30% of his spiritual energy is twice as much as the spiritual energy of an ordinary eighth-grade Skywalker.
You must know that when Long Chen fought against Dan Chu, Dan Chu was an alchemy cultivator, and Ling Yuan was the most honest monk among the monks except for the wood cultivator.
Even if so much of Dan Chu's spiritual energy was extracted, it was just a drop in the bucket for Long Chen.
Thirty percent of the spirit essence was enough for Long Chen to kill these guys who were about to run out of gas. The killer of the Blood Killing Palace shouted like this, just to ask the strong men of the ancient tribe to help them.
If the strong men of the Ancient Clan stood idly by, they would most likely be killed, which would be of no benefit to anyone. If they died, the people of the Ancient Clan would not be able to escape Long Chen's hands.
Although the strong men of the ancient clan disdain to cooperate with the killers like the Blood Killing Hall, they also see that the situation is not good at this time. Long Chen is too terrifying. If two people are killed, their hope of victory will be even slimmer. The three of them
He had just recovered a bit of strength, and at the same time he was attacking Long Chen.
A sneer appeared at the corner of Long Chen's mouth, and the runes on the leather boots under his feet lit up, as if teleporting, and he rushed in front of the two of them. The two men's swords, like poisonous snakes, stabbed Long Chen in two directions.
Even as enemies, Long Chen had to admit that the two people's combined attack skills were flawless.
Even when faced with a desperate situation, the two men's attacks were still not messy at all, without any flaws, and their angles and strength were perfectly controlled.
The two long swords, one pointed at Long Chen's heart and the other at Long Chen's weak point, seemed to attack at the same time, but they did not arrive at the same time. There were differences in the front and back, and they were gentle and slow.
It is impossible to resist two long swords at the same time. If they resist separately, it will give the two of them a chance to breathe.
"when"
Long Chen's left arm guard blocked one of the long swords, but the other long sword pierced Long Chen's ribs. The sharp long sword, under the full attack of the Blood Killing Palace killer, even with Long Chen's
His body couldn't stop it and was stabbed into his body.
"No"
The killer who was blocked by the sword let out a scream.
"puff"
Another killer from the Blood Killing Hall pierced Long Chen's body with his long sword. At the same time, the blood blade in Long Chen's hand slashed hard on his waist.
Last time, he was cut into two pieces by Long Chen, but he didn't die. However, this time he was not so lucky. The power attached to Long Chen's long knife directly cut his body when it cut through his body.
It was shattered into powder.
One of the twin killers fell, and the other killer's eyes were about to burst, and he fell into madness, roaring and killing Long Chen.
Long Chen pulled out the long sword with blood on his waist, looked coldly at the Blood Killing Hall killer who rushed towards him crazily, shook his head and said:
"Aren't you servants of the God of Death? Don't you mean that when you die, you return to the God of Death? I sent your brother to see the God of Death, shouldn't you thank me? Why are you so angry?"
Long Chen's voice was full of disdain. When killing others, he was ruthless and regarded life as nothing, with a lofty and god-like face.
Now I am being killed, but my face is ferocious. Since I know the pain, why do I become so indifferent when killing others?
"go to hell"
The Blood Killing Palace killer rushed towards Long Chen like he was crazy. He had already lost the calmness of a killer. He lost his brother who had been with him day and night since he was born. He instantly went crazy.
"Let's take action together"
When the three ancient warriors saw that Long Chen had killed the killer, their hearts froze. However, it was too fast and they had no time to rescue them. Now they saw that the killer had gone crazy, and they all tried their best to kill Long Chen.
.
They knew that if they didn't take action, Long Chen would immediately send him to meet the murderer in their hearts. Then it would probably be the turn of the three of them. Now every bit of combat power was extremely precious and could not be lost.
"The flames swallow the sky"
When the four people rushed towards Long Chen at the same time, Long Chen suddenly shouted, and the purple flames exploded instantly, swallowing up the space of a hundred miles in radius, and the terrifying high temperature ignited the entire world.