The two qi of life and death shuttled through the dense forest, and its cold wind swept by, and the layers of green waves stirred up thousands of life and death qi.

Ye Chen's figure shuttled through the forest like a ghost, fluctuating.

Ye Chen's aura was completely constricted, if it weren't for Mu Chen's ability to see the erratic figure in front of him, he almost thought that Ye Chen had disappeared.

The occasional roar of some beasts of life and death could be heard in the forest, shattering the peace.

With the aura of Han Jian, Ye Chen and the others moved forward silently, without attracting the attention of the surrounding life and death beasts.

In the gray sky, its light casts out, hitting the leaves and leaving flicks of light.

A tall figure stood in the midst of the mountains and rocks, holding the giant sword in his one-armed left hand, and slashed forward one after another, provoking a burst of sounds.

After hundreds of swords in succession, the middle-aged man stopped his sword, and the sweat had already soaked his whole body: "** strength is still not enough!"

With a resolute face, his eyes full of determination, the middle-aged man rested for a moment, held the long sword again, and continued to cultivate.

However, at this moment, a sound of breaking wind sounded, and one of its backs rushed out of the surrounding stone forest, rushing straight to the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man's sword eyebrows furrowed slightly, his body suddenly bent down, avoiding the phantom that rushed in, and his left hand clenched the giant sword, and he picked it up from bottom to top.

Its sword intent condensed, tearing at the surrounding void, and the huge sword body slammed down on the illusory shadow, bang!

A dull sound sounded, blood flashed, and this figure fell to the ground, and it was an ordinary wolf-type beast of life and death.

Fresh blood gushed out, and the middle-aged man stared at the corpse next to his feet, with a hint of solemnity in his eyes: "Why did this life and death beast appear here!"

The pungent smell of blood filled the void, the middle-aged man's sword eyebrows furrowed in vain, and he looked around, roars resounded in the surroundings, and his blood shadow shook in the surrounding dense forest.

"More than fifty wolf-type life and death beasts!" The middle-aged man's heart sank suddenly, he deliberately chose this place for his cultivation because this place was quiet and safe after all, how could there suddenly be so many life and death beasts.

His eyes were fierce in vain, and a figure couldn't help but flash in the middle-aged man's mind, "Only that person would be like this, instead of acting openly, he would design an ambush to kill me?"

Surrounded by many life and death beasts, the middle-aged man did not have any fear in his eyes, and rushed out with a giant sword, his huge sword body crashed down, and the sword intent flowed out.

Stimulated by the smell of blood, more than fifty beasts of life and death went crazy and besieged the middle-aged man.

In the distance, on a treetop that reached the sky, a young man stood on it, looking coldly at the scene of the battle below, and a smile rose at the corner of his mouth: "Han Jian, today is where you are buried!"

"For decades, the Lord has rarely taken a fancy to a woman! This woman is destined to be a son, and no one can touch her!" the young man sneered, but his figure turned into a streamer of light and dissipated.

Middle-aged people, both Korean. The extremely heavy giant sword was like a feather in his hand, the sword light flowed, and its fierce sword intent made Han Jian's sword momentum even more terrifying, tearing at those giant shadows that rushed at him.

The hot blood splashed on Han Jian's body, but Han Jian's eyes became more and more fierce, now he is only the third layer of soul martial arts, and in the face of this endless attack, he is still effective and difficult.

However, Han Jian knew that he couldn't die here, and every sword was dealt with with with all his might, and he was bound to kill a giant wolf with one sword.

It's just that there is also an eye-catching scratch on his body, and the scorching pain has aroused Han Jian's will even more, blood rain swayed, and sword qi surged.

Circling next to his ears was his piercing roar, and as the injuries on his body worsened, Han Jian's sanity gradually dispersed, his vision gradually blurred, and the giant sword in his hand became extremely heavy.

Despite this, Han Jian still held on strongly, until the last roar dissipated, the giant sword in Han Jian's hand fell to the ground, and the figure fell in a pool of blood, and Han Jian's breath gradually weakened, "Hold on!"

"It's a pity that the injury is too serious!" Han Jian's only left arm pressed against the ground and wanted to stand up, but after several attempts, he still fell into a pool of blood again, "It's already run out of oil, I'm really unwilling!"

Vitality is lost in Hanjian's body, and Hanjian's world has become a blood-red.

Suddenly, a footstep gradually sounded in Han Jian's ears, and Han Jian raised his head with great difficulty, looking forward, his sloppy gaze gathered in vain.

In the blood-red world, a figure dressed in white like snow emerged, and the overly young face.

"Before the sword is broken, the person is here!" The familiar voice came into Han Jian's ears, and Han Jian's scattered mind gathered again, and his blood-stained eyes also welled up with ecstasy: "Sect Master!"

His tone trembled a little, and Han Jian was even a little afraid that this was just a fantasy that appeared before he died.

Ye Chen took out hundreds of blood crystals, the blood crystals shattered, the blood mist was filled, and its thick vitality was raised, as Ye Chen's right hand pressed Han Jian's shoulder, its thick vitality merged into Han Jian's body.

Han Jian's injuries were also relieved, and his senses gradually became clearer.

Several wind-breaking sounds sounded, and Mu Chen and Qianchuan Xue also rushed to the scene, standing on the tall tree pole.

Looking at this scene, Han Jian knew that all this in front of him was true, not his own illusion.

"Sect Master!" Han Jian got up from the pool of blood, regardless of the injuries on his body, and bowed to Ye Chen with a respectful expression.

"The peak of the third layer of soul martial arts, it only takes time to step into the fake spirit martial realm!" Ye Chen did not refuse Han Jian's disciple salute, his eyes swept over Han Jian's body full of scratches, and the eye-catching scratches could not hide the dense scars, obviously Han Jian had not had a good life this year. Hell is the stage of killing, it is the paradise of the strong, and it is also the hell of the weak! The Soul Martial Realm can only become the object of slaughter here, and Han Jian has survived hundreds of baptisms of life and death.

"Although you have relieved your injuries with vitality, you are mainly on your own!" Ye Chen did not stop Han Jian who was about to speak, and said lightly: "The most important thing is to stabilize the injury first, otherwise it will be serious to hurt the soul and leave a disadvantage!"

With Ye Chen's current strength, it was easy to see Han Jian's injuries.

Hearing this, although Han Jian looked anxious, he also realized the seriousness of his injury, and directly sat on the pool of blood and cultivated.

The aura of heaven and earth surged, and the tranquility of the dense forest was restored again. Gongzi Su, Leng Feng and the others all looked at Han Jian, although they had doubts in their hearts, they didn't ask questions.

Han Jian only suppressed the injuries in his body, and after a while, Han Jian got up, and his breath was no longer as weak as before, "Sect Master, Feng Ge is in trouble over there!"

"Feng Ge!" Ye Chen closed his eyes slightly, his terrifying soul power swept out, on this boulder, he did sense Feng Ge's breath, but Feng Ge's breath was stable, and he was not as weak as Han Jian.

The situation was serious, Han Jian simply and clearly informed Ye Chen of the ins and outs of this matter, and in the end, a trace of shame flashed in Han Jian's eyes, blaming himself for not having enough strength.

Hearing this, Ye Chen's sword eyebrows furrowed in vain, and a chill flashed in his dark pupils.

"No one can force the people of my Sword God Sect, even in the Martial Dao Realm!" a sneer appeared on the corner of Ye Chen's mouth, and killing intent emerged.

A year ago, the martial artists who entered the Sword Tomb went to hell one after another, and the same was true for Han Jian and Feng Ge.

However, Han Jian and Feng Ge appeared in Youzeng Hell, the hell full of magma. After months of fighting, Han Jian met Feng Ge quite rarely, and then, the two went together to deal with the endless fighting.

Until the abyss of life and death opened, Feng Ge and Han Jian both went to participate in the battle of life and death, and through the team ratio, they also obtained the qualification to enter the abyss of life and death.

However, trouble also followed, and a martial arts realm martial artist in Han Jian's team fell in love with Feng Ge and wanted to marry Feng Ge.

If it is Lang's wife's will, it is okay, the key is just the wishful thinking of the martial arts realm martial artist, not to mention that as far as Han Jian knows, the reason why the martial arts realm martial artist wants to marry Feng Ge is not because he likes Feng Ge, but because he has taken a fancy to Feng Ge's appearance and wants Feng Ge as the furnace.

The cultivation method of the furnace ding is extremely evil, and in the end, the side of the furnace ding will inevitably lose its vitality and annihilate its soul.

Therefore, when a female warrior is used as a furnace ding, the result is also doomed, and few people voluntarily become furnace dings, and most of them are persecuted.

Ye Chen had also heard Liu Dong talk about this furnace in a lonely hell, but he didn't expect it to happen to the disciples of his own sect.

"How can a disciple of my Sword God Sect be humiliated by others!" Ye Chen also admitted that he was extremely protective, at least, as the sect master of the Sword God Sect, then it was necessary to protect Han Jian and the others.

Mu Chen's gaze was still extremely empty, and he just lightly grasped the hilt of the sword.

Dozens of sharp wind-breaking sounds resounded in the void, and several figures flickered among the treetops.

Ye Chen raised his head, his gaze stopped on those figures, the killing intent in his eyes converged, and his expression was calm, these figures were not the martial artists of hell, but the people of the three ancient clans.

"I've seen five generations!" A Qinglong clan elder led by him was quite embarrassed, with more or less sword marks on his body, and when he saw Ye Chen in white in front of him, he said with a ecstatic expression.

"I've seen five generations!" The two people from the three ancient clans who followed closely behind also saw Ye Chen, and they all shouted, they also noticed Qing Jue.

Ye Chen nodded, it was a return gift, his eyes swept over the three people of the ancient clan, they all had injuries on their bodies, although they did not hurt their souls, but they were also seriously injured.

"What's going on?" Ye Chen said lightly, his gaze falling on the sword marks on the three of them.

Hearing this, the three of them looked slightly embarrassed.

"Qingliu, what's going on!" Qingjue also asked out loud, he realized the seriousness of this matter, with the strength of the three Qingliu Spirit Martial Realms, they could be compared to the peak of Spirit Martial Arts together, and the only ones who could seriously injure them were the Martial Arts Realm or the Half-Step Martial Arts.

Qingliu, the elder of the Qinglong Clan sighed slightly, and said, "Our strength is not good, and we are defeated under the opponent's sword, no wonder!"

"The injury is not light, who made the move?" After the previous words, Ye Chen was sure that the one who shot must be the martial arts realm martial artist that Han Jian said before.