The petals of the flowers fell down, and the sword qi like a rainbow shuttled between them.

The jade finger lightly touched the sexy lips, Wen Ran looked at the proud son, her beautiful eyes blinked slightly, and she giggled: "It turned out to be a little unicorn, I haven't seen it for thousands of years!"

"The little unicorn is obediently my sister's pet, and my sister will help you fight the bad guy of the second generation!"

For the cold gaze of the proud son, Wen Ran ignored it.

Let the proud son be a pet, this girl! Xiao Fat Man glanced at the proud son helplessly, he knew this girl dozens of lifetimes ago?

"Kill!" said the proud son coldly, only to see the void around him shatter violently.

There was a burst of light and darkness in the heavens and the earth, and the endless killing rules condensed out, forming phantom shadows.

Kill, kill, kill, kill, the monstrous killing intent permeates these phantoms, and these phantoms are all the people who have been killed by the proud son.

"Killing rules, after several lifetimes of reincarnation, you actually control this rule!" Wen Ran smiled gracefully.

"It's just a little unicorn, dozens of lifetimes ago, your origin body was all shattered, and in this life, have you ever condensed your origin body?"

"Giggles, you weren't your sister's opponent ten lifetimes ago, not to mention that now, you're still from your sister, and your sister will help you fight the bad guy of the second generation!"

Bei Tooth lightly opened, and before Wen Ran finished speaking, he chuckled.

"Ten generations ago, I killed the martial arts powerhouse of the Tiangang Great Yuan Kingdom, Bol!"

"In the ninth generation, I once killed the martial arts powerhouse of Tiangang Great Zhao Kingdom, Bai Yu!"

"In the seventh generation, I once killed the martial arts powerhouse of Tiangang Great Yan Kingdom, Yan Chu!"

Jiaozi said lightly, and the phantoms around him became more and more condensed, just like substance.

"And in this life, I will kill you!" Ten figures stood beside the proud son, the long sword in the proud son's hand was vertical and horizontal, and the sound of killing sounded in the heaven and earth.

Kill, kill, kill! Surrounded by countless phantoms, looking from afar, there are tens of millions of people.

In other words, the sword of the proud son was stained with the blood of tens of millions of beings, and the killing intent of tens of millions of beings converged into a general trend. Straight to the temperature dye.

"Giggles, it turns out that those ten unlucky eggs all died in your hands!"

"No wonder the Lord once mentioned that those ten unlucky eggs have fallen!"

"Ah, in this way, Tiangang's martial arts powerhouse is only my sister's strongest!"

Wen Ran's beautiful eyes were full of smiles. Ignore the whistling trend.

The rules of killing are part of this trend. A bloody sword with light and darkness changed, and the terrible screams of thousands of creatures echoed on it.

"Kill!" As the arrogant son fell, the blood sword, which was a hundred feet long, swung down.

"Giggles. Little Qilin, you are too underestimated to be sister!" Wen Ran covered his mouth and smiled, his white and tender jade fingers were raised, ripples undulated, and a hazy phantom appeared.

Seeing this phantom, Moon Sword Scar's pupils shrank suddenly. "Sure enough, this woman is a martial arts powerhouse who has condensed her original body!"

The moment the hazy phantom appeared, its right hand suddenly raised, just in time to catch the falling blood sword.

Bang! The giant sword containing the rules of endless killing was actually blocked by this hazy phantom, and the monstrous killing sound immediately fell silent.

At the same time, I saw that the flowing water around me was surging towards the blood sword, surrounding it, and finally transformed into a second phantom, the body of the rain origin.

"Unreal Origin. The Origin of the Rain!" A trace of shock finally swept up in his unwavering eyes, and the proud man muttered to himself: "Two Origin Bodies have been condensed!"

"Giggles, for a thousand years, even if my sister is lazy to cultivate, but with my sister's amazing talent. What's so difficult it is to condense the second Origin Body!"

Wen Ran shook his head, with a look of hatred that iron is not made of steel, and said angrily: "It's you little Qilin, reincarnation ten generations to restore the soul origin." Not even the Origin Body has been condensed!"

"Oops! Your qualifications are too worrying for my sister, so I can only let my sister train and train well!" A majestic aura permeated Wen Ran's body. Wen Ran walked towards Xiao Fatzi and Jiaozi, his illusory origin body followed closely behind, and the rain origin body walked towards Moon Sword Scar and the others. Whether it was Xiao Fatzi or Moon Sword Scar, they only noticed a terrifying aura coming to their faces, and the majestic coercion made many martial artists feel suffocated.

Compared to the depression here, under the blood moon, a series of snow floc rolled out, and a terrifying storm permeated the entire world.

A silver moon was already hanging in the sky, and endless moonlight was falling.

Mo Che exhaled slightly, a worried look appeared between his eyebrows, "Take advantage of the time he drags on the second generation, and break this round of Silver Moon Phantom first!"

Bang bang! The martial will broke out, and Mo Che moved in the moonlight with difficulty.

In the wind and snow, Ye Chen walked in the wind and snow with his sword, and walked forward aimlessly, and the oppression became more and more intense.

After cultivating martial arts for decades, the second generation in front of him was undoubtedly the strongest opponent Ye Chen had encountered, and this battle was also the battle that Ye Chen was most unsure of.

To defeat the second generation with today's strength, this is obviously an impossible event.

All Ye Chen could do was to hold this person back, "The three generations will definitely not let this seal be broken, what I can do is to buy time for him!"

In the vast white world, the coercion is getting stronger and stronger.

A weak petal appeared in sight, and Ye Chen's right wrist flipped over, holding the Qilin Sword in his chest.

A clash of gold and iron erupted, and I saw that the void where Ye Chen was standing suddenly collapsed, and chaos and order sprung up.

The power contained in the petals was extremely terrifying, even with Ye Chen's physical strength, the hand holding the hilt of the sword was tingling, "There are two kinds of rules and wills contained in the weak petals, only those who control the rules to the extreme can do this!"

"More than 50,000 zhang martial arts realm, not bad!" A flat voice came from the wind and blood, Ye Chen raised his head suddenly, the place touched by this wind and snow was his martial arts domain, but when the second generation stepped into the martial arts domain, he never caught the trace of the second generation.

A sharp sound of breaking wind gradually sounded in Ye Chen's ears, and in the sound of breaking wind, a sword shadow pierced the void, swept through countless snow catkins, and slashed a brilliant sword light between heaven and earth, appearing in the sky above Ye Chen.

The surging chaos and rules of order merged into the shadow of the sword, and the sword roared down like a dragon.

Bang bang! The majestic martial arts will broke out of his body, Ye Chen drew his sword and stepped out seven steps in a row, one sword out.

A flash of sword light appeared, and the terrifying strength erupted between the two swords.

Ye Chen was shocked back a few steps, and the whistling sword weapon also shot out, and suddenly transformed into a petal, the petals swayed in the weak wind, and at the moment when the petals were about to be submerged by the wind and snow, a pair of white hands tore the wind and snow and held the petals.

The crisp sound of the sword suppressed the sound of the wind around him, and the petals of the flowers turned into sword weapons again on those hands.

Wearing a green shirt, under the wind and snow, the expression of the second generation is even more indifferent and ruthless.

"Martial Arts World!" Ye Chen's expression changed slightly, and he finally realized at this moment why he couldn't detect the aura of the second generation in his martial arts realm.

Ye Chen looked at it, and the snow was flying all around, but the majestic chaos and order rules were full of this heaven and earth, and this was also the second-generation martial arts world.

"Welcome to the martial arts world of this seat, sanctions!" The second generation was condescending, like a god, with an indifferent expression, looking down at Ye Chen below.

A terrifying oppression rose all around, like a towering mountain, suppressing Ye Chen's heart.

"Sanctions!" Ye Chen muttered to himself, "No one in this world has a god, and there is no need for sanctions, only the Heavenly Tribulation will wipe out everything!"

Two blood-red thunderbolts flashed in the depths of Ye Chen's eyes, clicking!

Endless thunder tore through the wind and snow and broke through the sky.

In an instant, Ye Chen's surroundings turned into a thunder pool, and the thunder snake swam, relieving the oppression brought by the surrounding heaven and earth.

"Thunder!" The second generation looked at this scene indifferently, and the difference between the martial arts realm and the martial arts realm that condensed the origin body was as big as heaven and earth.

"Can you draw a sword?" the second generation said lightly, the sword finger was raised, and the phantoms of the two regular giant swords hovered behind, suppressing the heavens.

Can you draw your sword? The aftermath echoed between heaven and earth, and the thunder around Ye Chen was dead and silent at this moment, no longer churning, and the coercion from heaven and earth skyrocketed geometrically.

Can you draw a sword? Ye Chen's bones all over his body rattled, and the Qilin Sword in his hand was as heavy as thousands of mountains.

Can you use the sword? A suppressed aura filled Ye Chen's heart, and this suppressed feeling was almost suffocating.

"More than 50,000 zhang martial arts realm can make up for some gaps to some extent, but before the real gap, it is far from enough!"

The second generation walked up with a sword, and the roaring wind and snow fell silent, and the whole world was quiet only the footsteps of the second generation.

"So, you can't get out of the sword!" the second generation said lightly, and another phantom appeared behind him, the second generation's second origin body.