The blood-red void and the fluttering white clothes bring endless chill.

In the midst of the churning clouds and mist, Lonely Defeat and Yun Feng both looked at the smoke and rain with a somewhat cold expression, this guy must have hidden something.

Sensing the gaze of the lonely and defeated two, Yanyu's face was slightly gloomy, and he was about to explain something out loud, but at this moment, an exclamation sounded below.

Their faces changed slightly, and the lonely defeat and the others all looked down, and a look of surprise flowed out of the eyes of the three of them.

Rumo's long hair was tied behind him with a hemp rope, and Ye Chen raised his head to look directly at the two silver-robed old men who were close to him.

This terrifying sword rainbow roared, but the moment it was about to touch Ye Chen, the sword rainbow collapsed in vain.

The two silver-robed old men were shocked wildly, and an extremely terrifying force came from the hilt of the sword, shaking the blood and qi in their bodies for a while.

The will surged, and the sword of the silver-robed old man could not advance half a step.

Looking at the sword body in horror, the figure of the silver-robed old man was shocked, and in front of the sharp blade, two slender sword fingers emerged.

Ye Chen's sword pointing landed in the void, and ten wills condensed out, blocking these two sword weapons.

Gu Jing Wubo's gaze fell on the two sword weapons, Ye Chen could sense the killing intent contained in these two sword weapons, obviously, these two sword weapons had been stained with the blood of many living beings.

The path of martial arts is a bloody road, and the martial artists who can come to this point have at least tens of thousands of lives on their hands.

But these killing intents were a little insignificant to Ye Chen, and the killing rules appeared.

Ye Chen's sword finger fell again. Said lightly: "Do you want to be the enemy of this seat?"

Before the words fell, the swords in the hands of the silver-robed old man trembled slightly, and the humming sound of the sword echoed.

"The rules of heaven and earth are integrated into the words, and the words follow the law!" The silver-robed old man's pupils shrank. There was a big uproar in his heart, and this person actually incorporated the rules of killing into his words.

The old man in the silver robe looked at the long sword in his hand, and on it, he sensed a sense of fear.

"The sword destroys people, this is the end of the swordsman!" Ye Chen said lightly, and a majestic momentum permeated his body.

The rules of heaven and earth killing condensed and formed a killing body. The black robe was like night, the white hair was like frost, and after the killing body appeared, the two sword weapons trembled even more.

"Kill. You can destroy the heavens and the earth, the martial arts realm, kill!" Ye Chen's voice echoed, his figure took a step forward, and the two figures overlapped in the void.

At this moment. The endless rules of killing condensed like rain, turning into a rain of killing, sprinkled and struck on the two sword weapons.

In the stunned gaze of the two silver-robed old men. Cracks spread across the longsword, increasing as the rain intensified. The two swords shattered.

The rain of killing swept in, causing ripples in the martial arts realm.

Frightened eyes. The silver-robed old man gasped, and when his sleeve robe waved, the broken hilt of the sword in his hand shot towards Ye Chen.

At the same time, the silver-robed old man and the middle-aged man stepped back one after another, although the two were just ordinary second-layer martial artists, but the full sword was also extremely terrifying.

Now that the sword momentum of the two has been broken, the fighting intent in the hearts of the two is gone, and they must stay away from this place.

"I only think of retreating now, but unfortunately, it's too late!" Ye Chen ignored the hilt of the sword that shot out, and his right hand shook it in vain towards the void, and a sword weapon with a simple style emerged, Qilin Sword!

Ye Chen's long hair danced, stepping into the void, a brilliant sword rainbow appeared, and the endless void was like ink, falling on the blood-red void.

In the blink of an eye, the world fell into endless darkness, except for this extremely beautiful sword light.

Endless darkness shrouded the void in all directions, and above the void, the lonely and defeated people stopped their figures, looking at the sword light that crossed the sky with a little fear.

Yanyu's eyes were a little unnatural, and he gasped, "Compared to a few months ago, this sword is even more terrifying!"

At this moment, the heavens and the earth trembled slightly, and a brilliant sword light suddenly appeared in the sight of the two silver-robed old men, and as this sword light emerged, a monstrous pressure permeated it.

Above the sea of blood, the Blood Prison Army and the law enforcement of the Three Hells all gasped, looking at this sword with a shocked expression, and the true qi in the body even stagnated.

The sword light descended above the Nine Heavens, and with a sharp sword roar, it fell on the silver-robed old man and the middle-aged man in an instant.

The ink-like darkness was like a picture scroll, and on this picture scroll, two beautiful blood lotuses gradually bloomed.

Ye Chen's sword is a pen, and the blood light is the red on the tip of the pen, outlining a beautiful picture.

The moment the blood appeared, the darkness dissipated, and Ye Chen had already appeared in front of the silver-robed two, the Qilin Sword in his hand was hanging down, and the blood beads were circling around the tip of the sword.

A striking sword mark appeared on the necks of the two of them, and they were completely full of life, as if they had turned into cold corpses.

However, Ye Chen was holding two dim martial arts souls in his left hand, staring at these two souls, Ye Chen muttered: "It's a pity, it's a pity that the sword is on the inside instead of the outside!"

Before the words fell, two screams sounded, and this scream made the martial artists of the three hells creepy for a while, erasing their senses, and two more martial arts realms fell, and they were the powerhouses of the second layer of martial arts.

Blood Hell Emperor, how strong is he?

"Hell is my blood!"

"The sail of the blood hell, the sword points to the sky!"

"Reorganize the mountains and rivers, only my blood hell!"

"Those who commit my blood prison will be punished even if they are far away!"

In the dead silence of the world, a burst of roars rushed into the sky.

Hundreds of thousands of Blood Prison Soldiers raised their heads to the sky and roared, their momentum completely suppressing the three hells.

Putting away the long sword, Ye Chen looked at the martial arts realm martial artists around him with an indifferent expression, and a smile rose on the corner of his mouth.

Killing two second-layer martial artists was not enough to destroy the fighting intent of the three hell martial artists, what Ye Chen wanted was to let these martial artists escape from the battle.

The sword rainbow appeared, Ye Chen took a step forward, and many martial arts realm martial artists had bloodless faces, and the brilliant sword light overshadowed the heavens and the earth.

The strange appearance of this sword light that overshadowed the heavens and the earth was also strange when it dissipated. The white clothes were fluttering, Ye Chen stood on the Thunder Dragon Phantom with his sword, the rain of killing was still falling, and several eye-catching blood lights were swaying in the wind.

Under the horrified gaze of everyone, the five corpses staggered and fell like kites with broken strings.

The momentum was gone, and Ye Chen's scalp was numb when he saw the scene of Ye Chen killing the Martial Dao Realm one after another.

"Isn't deterrence enough?" Ye Chen muttered, holding his sword, his figure turned into a long rainbow, rushing towards the three hell martial artists below, shuttling among hundreds of thousands of martial artists, and where he passed, between the blood light fluttering, a blood-stained corpse fell.

Ye Chen was like a killing god, no matter how high or low his cultivation was, he never had any mercy, and he killed him with one sword.

As if entering a no-man's land, the phalanx composed of the three hells was also broken because of Ye Chen's arrival, and it looked extremely chaotic.

The Blood Prison Army even took advantage of this moment to launch a fierce offensive.

"This guy's principle is to wipe out the shrimp first, and then clean up the big fish!" Xiao Fat muttered, his expression becoming extremely cold.

Mu Chen didn't have any words, he rushed down directly, as long as the person who stood in front of him was in front of him, he always killed with a sword.

Seeing their companions fall in a pool of blood one by one, many law enforcers felt a chill, and the shadow of death hung over their hearts.

In the void, the three of them were all slightly raised, and the situation below was completely reversed by Ye Chen, and if it continued like this, even if they killed the Fire Qilin, then the three hells would have to pay a heavy price.

"In just a few breaths, more than ten Martial Dao Realms have fallen!" The corners of Yun Feng's mouth twitched, and his heart ached faintly, most of these fallen Martial Dao Realms were the leaders of his You Zengcheng.

If this continues, even if this blood prison is destroyed, then You Zeng Hell will be greatly damaged, and when the time comes, how can the two guys of Lonely Defeat and Yanyu let You Zeng Hell go. Thinking of this, Yun Feng's sword momentum became a little hurried.

This is not only the case for Yun Feng, but also for Lonely Defeat.

Only Yanyu's face was gloomy for a while, no matter how much he paid today, he would step into the blood prison to vent the hatred in his heart.

"Brother Yan, this person will be handed over to me, and as for the Blood Prison Emperor, I will hand it over to you to deal with!" Yun Feng knew about the grievances between Yanyu and Ye Chen, and said quite kindly.

"That's how it should be!" said Lonely Defeat with an indifferent expression, avoiding the will of the flames churning around him.

Hearing this, the sword in Yanyu's hand froze in vain, and his expression was a little unnatural: "Let me deal with the Blood Hell Emperor?"