A touch of sword light caught the momentum of ten thousand jun, as if the Milky Way had fallen for nine days, and fell straight down. The domain name is the full spelling, please remember the domain name of this site!

In front of this sword light, whether it was the doorman of the Marquis of Shangxin Ling, or the warrior who was imprisoned on the locked frame, they all felt humbled.

"Shaft, you dare!" The earth rolled upside down, the mountain of bones rose from the ground, and the roar of the Marquis of Xinling resounded through the eighteenth layer of hell, resounding between heaven and earth.

Boom! The magnificent Bone Mountain was a hundred zhang high in the blink of an eye, blocking Zhu Hai's front.

There were white bones in front of him, but at this moment, Zhu Hai reacted, Lao Hou died? Died in the hands of this seemingly weak scholar, Zhu Hai was drenched in cold sweat.

"If it weren't for Hou Ye's move, I'm afraid I would have fallen, uncle, this scholar's strength is too terrifying. Zhu Hai felt palpitations, raised his steps and stepped back, and said sharply at the same time: "Set up a formation, trap this guy." Before he finished speaking, Zhu Hai's voice stopped abruptly, and the sound of broken mountains and rocks roared between heaven and earth.

I saw that the unattainable mountain of bones in front of me collapsed violently, the remains of the broken arm flew one after another, and a brilliant sword light broke through the sky.

"He broke through Wuhou's attack?" Zhu Hai's throat rolled slightly, a trace of horror flashed out of his hideous face, and when he raised his hand, the body of the origin of power appeared, forming two giant hammers.

With the body of the source of power as the body and the will as the secondary, it transforms into a giant hammer, a hammer of power.

This point is somewhat similar to the nameless attack method, grabbing the giant hammer, Zhu Hai is like a demon god, his already tall body is even more powerful, and he can collapse the world with his hands, and Zhu Hai also firmly believes that he can collapse the sword light in front of him.

"Give Lao Tzu a collapse!" Zhu Hai's expression was extremely hideous, and the double hammer smashed down with a mysterious trajectory, followed by the power of heaven and earth.

This hammer landed just right on the sword light.

Raising his eyes, Ye Chen looked at Zhu Hai, who was close at hand, flipped his right hand, and shot out in vain with the proud sword, "Hundred steps flying sword!"

Many rules of heaven and earth lingered around the sword body, crushing everything. The heaven and earth in front of you, this hammer of power, and even Zhu Hai's **.

Crushed, the hammer of power shattered, and the brilliant sword light instantly pierced through Zhu Hai's **. The surging martial will erupted in the sword body. With the momentum of destruction, it tore Zhu Hai's soul.

Poof! Blood splattered, staining the sky red.

Grind the hammer of force and break Zhu Hai**. The power condensed on the proud sword has not diminished, like a meteor falling, falling straight to the ground below.

Stopping, Ye Chen was dressed in white and hunting, and his dark eyes were full of calm. There was no change due to the killing of Zhu Hai and Hou Ying, staring down, under this earth, a shocking oppression surged, "Marquis Xinling, you finally can't stand it anymore." Arrogance comes at a price, two martial artists who have condensed their original bodies, heh, there should be a heartache!"

A warrior who condenses the body of the origin. Even for the Tiangang Kingdoms, it is the existence of the mainstay.

A series of dull eyes converged on the falling phantom, boom, the earth shook suddenly, and cracks dozens of feet long spread out. It's like a spider's web. And in the middle of the spider's web, a crack was a hundred feet wide.

A crack appeared in the eighteenth layer of the prohibition, and the Sword of Pride appeared above the eighteenth layer of hell.

The Marquis of Xinling, who stepped out of the air, his eyes were like electricity. Staring straight at the corpse on the sword, the handsome face twisted together. Elegance is gone, full of hideous color, "Cut off Benhou's right arm, don't break your corpse, it's difficult to vent the hatred in Benhou's heart!" "The hands were clenched, the sound of gurgling sounded in both arms, Xinling Hou raised his hand out, the feather fan fell, and a storm of heaven and earth rules rolled out, falling on the Proud Sword, the Proud Sword trembled lightly, the power collapsed, fell straight down, and fell on the side of the lock martial frame.

With his eyes lowered, Xiao Fatzi looked at the Aoshi Sword, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Aoshi!"

The divine sword was psychic, sensing the breath of Xiao Fatzi, and the proud sword trembled slightly, and the sound of the sword was joyful.

"Kill two martial artists who have condensed the Origin Body, giggles, interesting!" Through the shattered sky, Chi You saw the white-clothed figure, and also saw Ye Chen's cultivation, condensing the existence of an Origin Body, "If it is really him who kills Jing Ke and Zhao Kuo, then maybe there is really hope of breaking through this hell." ”

"It's just that it's a little bit hopeful. After a pause, Chi You glanced at the Marquis of Xinling.

Where the Marquis of Xinling stood, the heavens and the earth collapsed in pieces, and a shocking oppression rose to the sky, and the eighteenth layer of prohibition, which was already broken, completely collapsed.

As soon as the prohibition collapsed, the ground on the seventeenth floor collapsed and sanctuated.

In the eighteenth layer of hell, huge phantoms appeared, and they were huge stones, like meteorites, falling straight down, rolling up the sand and dust in the sky.

The earth shook, the roar continued, and Xiao Fatzi and Nameless raised their heads one after another, looking at such a spectacular scene.

The ban collapsed, and the seventeenth and eighteenth layers of the ban completely merged together, without distinguishing each other.

Looking at the collapsed ground below, Ye Chen's face changed slightly, he didn't expect the oppression of the Marquis of Xinling to be so terrifying, and he actually tore apart the broken prohibition.

Stepping out, Ye Chen's body was like a rainbow, and he went straight to the lock frame below.

Ten Martial God Electors were imprisoned on it, and when they saw the white-clothed figure floating in the sky, they were all surprised.

Losing Hou Ying and Zhu Hai, the group of Xinling Hou's disciples was leaderless, and when they saw Ye Chen rushing forward, the cold air was rising in their hearts, and they had to catch up with it head-on, trying to block Ye Chen's pace.

"A group of ants can block this seat, retreat!" The long sleeves danced, Ye Chen said coldly, and ten thousand thunderbolts burst out, rushing to the front of the doorman, directly turned into ashes, and his soul was annihilated.

At the same time, these thunderbolts fell on the lock frame, and the thunder was full and thick, condensed into a sharp blade, and cut off the chain of lock weapons in one fell swoop.

The chains were broken one after another, and the shackles of the chains were lost, and a strong aura appeared on the body of the Martial God Xuan Clan, and at the same time, ten figures rose to the sky.

Seeing the Martial God Clan getting out of trouble, the faces of many disciples changed drastically.

However, the thunder in front of them seemed to be endless, blocking them and making it impossible for them to get out.

Ten thousand thunderbolts fell on the shaking earth, and the shattered earth was completely shattered in the thunder, and the huge mountain turned into ashes and rolled upside down in the sky.

The barrier between the seventeenth layer of hell and the eighteenth layer of hell completely disappeared, and two earth-shattering oppressions rolled out, the breath of Ye Chen and Xinling Marquis respectively, colliding together.

Heaven and earth trembled, and the rules of heaven and earth surged between the two like raging waves.

In the distance, the raging thunder quietly fell silent.

Thousands of guests, looking at this scene with dull eyes, just the breath of the two of them is so terrifying, how terrifying is the strength of these two people.

Ignoring the surging rules of heaven and earth in front of him, Ye Chenyun walked lightly, and with every step he took, the aura on his body skyrocketed by one point, and the Dao of Heaven and the Dao of Hungry Ghosts followed closely behind.

Until the time he stepped into the eighteen layers of hell, the rules of the heavens were silent.

At this moment, the Marquis of Xinling's hideous face softened slightly, stared at Ye Chen, and chuckled: "Young man, in this world, not everyone can break into hell, and not anyone can kill them!"

"And you have done both, and you will also have to pay the price!" Dancing wildly, although the Marquis of Xinling was laughing, his eyes were cold, and one after another the undulating prohibition rules surged out, one after another, forming a heavy prohibition, whether it was the seventeenth layer of hell or the eighteenth layer of hell, they were all shrouded. Heavy pressure spread out in all directions, causing the churning sand and dust to fall quietly.

Sensing the oppression coming from all around, Ye Chen's gaze swept across the sky, and he also saw some clues, and muttered, "Forbidden!"

Immediately, Ye Chen lowered his eyes and swept across the lock frame below, and when he glanced at Chi You, Ye Chen's gaze paused obviously.

At the same time, Chi You also met Ye Chen's gaze, and a touch of solemnity also flashed over the moon's face, and his eyes were as black as ink, like a pool of stagnant water, bottomless, "In the world, there are very few people who the emperor can't see through, and now there is one more!"

"Ancestor of the Martial God Chosen Clan!" Ye Chen bowed slightly, and immediately looked at Xiao Fatzi, looking at the familiar edges and corners, a rare smile appeared on his face: "If it weren't for the Proud World Sword, I didn't know you would appear here!"

The familiar voice and tone made the corners of Xiao Fatzi's eyes wet slightly, and he sighed: "If you hadn't disappeared, how could I have appeared here, fortunately, you're fine!"

"These days, have you suffered a lot?" Dressed in a broken martial robe, with long hair draped over his shoulders and sword marks all over his body, Ye Chen looked at Xiao Fatzi for a few breaths and said slowly.

"Martial God Xuan Clan, in Tiangang, who doesn't endure hardship?" Saying this, the corners of Xiao Fatzi's mouth turned slightly upwards and said, "This guy didn't let me suffer less, kill him, and get angry for me!"

Kill him, take my breath!" The incomparably flat tone made the doorman of Xinling Hou sneer, even if Xinling Hou is the same, this guy will ignore himself as soon as he appears, and talk to this dead fat man, tsk, is this really his own family yard?

This is hell, the hell guarded by Benhou!

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