A sword pavilion reaching into the sky, standing at the end of the horizon. ,!

Endless sharp qi surrounded the Sword Pavilion, dyeing the clouds golden.

A sword with a broken handle was inserted around the Sword Pavilion, and it was like a tomb of the sword, and the silence was terrifying.

The breeze blew across the ground, bringing a crisp sword roar, buzzing!

Above the Sword Pavilion, the surging sea of clouds set off huge cloud waves, and sometimes bursts of loud thunder sounded in the sea of clouds, and one after another thick thunderbolts flashed in the churning sea of clouds.

These thunderbolts were like swimming snakes, and finally hovered around the Sword Pavilion, illuminating the entire heaven and earth brightly.

The golden clouds shattered one after another, and the sharp qi around them also retreated to the sides.

A middle-aged man sat cross-legged on top of the Sword Pavilion, his eyes closed, slowly exhaling, and the thunder around him changed with his breathing.

The middle-aged man had sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and the bridge of his nose was hanging high, but his expression looked a little cold.

A terrifying coercion permeated the Sword Pavilion, making the surroundings even more deadly silent.

Boom! The thunder between heaven and earth seemed to be involved, gathered together, a width of several zhang, and slammed down and smashed down on the Sword Pavilion.

The Sword Pavilion shook slightly, and the thunder was swallowed strangely.

An inhuman roar sounded in the Sword Pavilion, and the middle-aged man with his eyes closed got up, slowly opened his eyes, looked at the Sword Pavilion under his feet, and muttered to himself: "After months of continuous thunder bombardment, I can't destroy that will!"

The strong soul power spread out, and the middle-aged man closed his eyes again. I saw that in the depths of the Sword Pavilion, it was like a thunder pool.

Countless thunderbolts surged in it, and in the deepest part of the thunder pool, there stood a lock martial arts frame, and a figure was imprisoned on the locked martial arts frame.

A young man, with extremely strange purple hair, danced like a snake, and let the thunder fall all around. The young man had no scars, and roared wildly, and this inhuman roar came from this young man.

The wild and uninhibited atmosphere permeated the youth. Every time the young man roared out, several thunderbolts merged into the young man's body.

A spatial ripple rippled in the thunder pool, and the figure of the middle-aged man slowly appeared. His eyes were like torches, staring at the young man, and a touch of fanaticism swept in his unwavering eyes: "No matter who your master is, that will, Ben Hou will definitely erase it!"

"The terrifying **, coupled with the control of the rules of the thunder genus, this ** body, Ben Hou is going to be decided!"

The middle-aged man smiled coldly, and his sword pointed at the heavens and the earth, and the already turbulent thunder pool became even more turbulent. A thick burst of thunder shot out and fell directly on the young man, and the roar became louder and louder.

"Erase that will and refine it into a puppet unique to the Hou, with the help of this puppet. Even my emperor has to avoid the edge for the time being!"

The middle-aged man suddenly raised his head, his sword eyebrows furrowed slightly, he raised his step, and his figure disappeared into the thunder pool again.

The young man roared, and a faint mark of thunder appeared at the center of his eyebrows.

Outside the Sword Pavilion, the figure of the middle-aged man reappeared. Looking at the sky solemnly, I saw a sword light piercing the sky and coming in an instant.

The sword light dissipated, and it was a young man in a gorgeous robe, with a noble spirit between his eyebrows.

Seeing this young man, the middle-aged man said lightly: "Destroy Hou Liu Chang!"

"Thunder God Hou Honglei!" The young man saluted slightly, grabbed a jade order in his right hand, and said in a deep voice: "Pass on the order of my emperor, Thunder God Hou will lead three thousand imperial troops to the southwest capital and kill a prisoner!"

Saying this, the young man shook his right hand, and the jade order turned into a streamer of light, shooting towards the middle-aged man's thunderstorm.

"It seems that all those wastes have fallen, otherwise my emperor would not let Benhou personally go out!" Grabbing the jade order, Hong Lei said lightly.

Lowering his head, Hong Lei glanced at the Sword Pavilion below, and said in a low voice: "Here, the Troublesome Destruction Hou takes care of it for me!"

"This is natural!" the young man arched his hand and smiled.

"Except for that prisoner, Ben Hou alone is enough, and there is no need for three thousand imperial troops!" Stepping out, Hong Lei's figure turned into a streamer and disappeared into the sky.

Until the figure of Hong Lei dissipated. The young man came back to his senses and looked at the Sword Pavilion below, a flash of fanaticism flashed in his eyes, "Hong Lei is really lucky, he actually found such a terrifying **!"

The capital, rainy and rainy, the oppressive atmosphere hovers in the sky.

The rain poured down and gathered into a stream, gurgling past the dead city.

More than 400,000 troops were suppressed in the ancient alleys, the undulating ice sculptures covered everyone's sight, and the cold ice rules were permeated on the ice, even after several days of rain, the frost never melted.

The silence of the entire capital was terrifying, and more than 400,000 pairs of eyes gathered on the surrounding pavilions, and the corpses were outlined by chains and hung in the air, shocking.

The sound of rain falling to the ground was endless, standing on the pavilion, Ye Chen grabbed the wine jug and took a sip, the spicy wine dispelled the chill of the early autumn.

In the past few days, nineteen generals have fallen into his hands.

The seven rules of heaven and earth appeared in the sky above, and Ye Chen muttered softly: "More than 50,000 zhang martial arts realm, plus a million killing machines, even if the rumored Great Emperor Tai exists, he is not afraid at all!"

The plain gaze swept over the millions of ice sculptures, Ye Chen froze these millions of soldiers with the rules of ice, and even froze the essence blood and cultivation in their bodies, for the sake of the essence blood in these people's bodies, if the Great Qiantai Emperor was in person, he would extract the vitality of this million essence blood and integrate it into the sword style, in the past, he had cut off the arm of the Great Qian Emperor like this, and now he has evolved more than 50,000 zhang martial arts world, it is not as simple as cutting off an arm.

Time passed like water, and Ye Chen stood with his hands in his hands, looking at the gloomy sky motionlessly.

It wasn't until halfway through the sound that a brilliant sword light appeared, dispelling the dark clouds in the sky, followed by a loud thunderclap.

The void shattered in pieces, and the roar resounded throughout the capital.

The army below, their eyes raised one after another, through the gap in the drizzle, and looked at the roaring sword light in unison.

"The Origin Body fluctuates, but it's not the Great Qian Emperor!" Ye Chen muttered to himself, grabbed the wine jug, and took a sip of spicy wine.

In the courtyard, An Yanghou's body trembled suddenly, his eyes widened, staring at the thunder roaring in the distance, this breath was very familiar to him.

"Gaga, lowly people, my great strong man has finally arrived, Ben Hou wants to see how you deal with it!" Sweeping away the previous decadence, Anyang Hou sneered, Thunder God Hou, it was actually Thunder God Hou who went out personally this time, a sword swept the country, a thunder destroyed all souls, Thunder God Hou!

Ye Chen didn't even raise his eyelids, and ignored Anyang Hou's words, "Emperor Daqian is really patient, how many other generals and marquis in his Daqian Empire let me kill?"

"Tsk, the strongest generals in the past were just in the martial arts world, and the Thunder God Hou condensed the God of Origin ten years ago, ten thousand thunders are here, killing you is easy!" For Ye Chen's ignorance, An Yang Hou sneered, he wanted to see how long this pariah could survive. Emperor Daqian is recognized as a strong man, in addition to the legendary Emperor Daqian, the strongest is undoubtedly Emperor Daqian, and then the Thunder God Marquis and the Destruction Marquis.

Still ignoring Anyang Hou, Ye Chen summoned the future, handed her the wine jug in his hand, patted the future forehead gently, and said softly: "Help uncle heat this pot of wine, and I'll drink it later!"

Taking the wine jug, the future nodded obediently, raised his eyes and glanced at the sky, only to see that in the distance, the dark clouds dispersed, and ten thousand thunderbolts roared in unison, followed by the sharp qi of the Hong, rendering the entire sky a piece of gold.

"Uncle Ye Zi should come back early!" the slender and white jade hand clenched the wine jug, and the future bit his lip and whispered softly.

"When the wine is warm, uncle will come back!" Ye Chen smiled gently, raised his steps, and walked towards the outside of the building.

"Xiao Nizi, your uncle can't come back!" An Yanghou quipped, feeling refreshed for a while.

Ignoring it, the future also directly ignored An Yanghou's words, turned around, and left a back, with a ponytail swaying in the wind.

Seeing this, Anyang Hou was angry for a while, mother, this untouchable person ignores Ben Hou, and this little girl dares to ignore Ben Hou.

The Qilin Sword turned into a streamer, rose from the ground, and shot straight at Ye Chen, and the sudden sword light made An Yanghou immediately silent.

Holding the Qilin Sword, Ye Chen's eyes looked at the Qilin Sword slightly, and he chuckled: "Old man, in the past few days, you have been stained with blood, and if you are dyed with some blood, you will be able to regain your previous sharpness!"

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