"One" The sound of cold cheers rang out, and Ye Chen's figure swept out dozens of meters.

A terrifying coercion spread, and a mesmerizing sword light emerged from heaven and earth.

The stars in the sky seemed to have been eclipsed under this sword light, and the most terrifying thing was the speed of this sword, which made it impossible to pounce.

The moment the sword light dissipated, a miserable scream suddenly sounded.

In the stunned light of everyone, a headless corpse rose to the sky, and its blood came out.

The cold air jumped on the tip of the sword, and the blood was directly frozen into ice sculptures by the corpse, and exploded when it fell to the ground.

Withdrawing his sword, Ye Chen did not pause, his figure suddenly turned, and he jumped in the other direction.

Ling Hui was originally the head of a sect, but because of Emperor Ling Tian's conditions, Ling Hui agreed to this plan... , however, at the moment, he regretted it. In particular, the tragic death of his companion stabbed Ling Hui even more, but what made Ling Hui feel troubled was the sword god mén disciple in front of him, the crazy offensive caught him off guard, and was stopped, Ling Hui's face became more and more somber, and now what he had to do was to get rid of the old immortal in front of him.

A scream suddenly sounded, Ling Hui's heart sank suddenly, and a cold chill came out of his back in vain.

"Two!" The cold shout sounded in Ling Hui's ears in vain, like thunder, resounding in Ling Hui's mind for a long time.

The figure suddenly froze, Ling Hui turned around in shock, and the sword in his hand tried to swing out, but this turn became an eternity.

A sword captivates the city, the sword intent and killing intent are skillfully combined, and this extremely beautiful sword light makes people unable to extricate themselves.

The sword light dissipated, and a second scream rang out.

Blood spilled into the sky, and another headless corpse fell from the void and smashed onto the pile of corpses below.

It doesn't make a difference whether it's strong or weak when it falls, and in the end it becomes just that cold corpse.

"Three!" The terrifying sword shadow swept out, blasting the black-clothed man in front of him into pieces, but Ye Chen's figure was as uncertain as the cold wind.

"Four!" A strange figure appeared behind the man in black, Ye Chen took out his sword with his sword, and the fluttering sword ended the life of a martial artist in the hún martial realm.

"Five!" The Qilin Sword turned into a long rainbow, and the sword qi formed the appearance of a fire unicorn around the Qilin Sword, like a roaring fire unicorn rushing down.

The screams around him were undoubtedly inexplicable pressure on the last Outer Sect Master, and a dangerous aura came to him, and this person didn't even turn around, and jumped forward directly.

However, a flash of sword light was faster, directly passing through his back and piercing his heart, and the screams rang out, and after the screams, the wind in the void fell silent in vain.

Playing with his right hand, Ye Chen took a step forward, holding the unicorn sword that came out of the jī shè, and a little blood dripped down the sword body.

The battle in the void ended with this scream, and the battle on the five peaks of the Sword God also came to an end.

With the support of Luoxia Peak, the hostile forces of the Sword God Five Peaks were all destroyed, but when the disciples cheered, they saw an unforgettable picture in this life, a young man, a finger, a sword, and wiped out the strong man of the Hún Martial Realm with every move!

The five peaks of the Sword God were silent as if they were dead, but after a short period of silence, there was an uproar, and the disciples of the Sword God mén were all looking at the blood figure in the void with a look of adoration, and the eight Hún Martial Realm martial artists died at his hands, and one person killed eight Hún Martial Realms, and at this moment, in their hearts, Ye Chen's figure continued to magnify.

However, after some disciples described the picture of the battle of Luoxia Peak, the disciples of the Sword God Five Peaks boiled again, one man should be closed, and one person would destroy hundreds of Qi Martial Realms.

When they were still struggling to comprehend the origin, they began to destroy the bloody clothes of the martial arts realm with their bare hands.1 The thin figure was deeply left in the hearts of this disciple of the sword god mén.1 and could not be erased for a lifetime.

Since ancient times, the red face loves heroes, and the NV disciples of Xiyue Peak are all staring at the beating heart of the figure with a fiery face, and they can't calm down for a long time.

On the peak of the setting moon, Qianchuan Xue stood with a sword, and her white dress was also dyed blood-red, looking at the figure in the void, Qianchuan Xue murmured softly: "When did he become so strong?" Ye Muwan always smiled, who would have thought that the young man who was called a waste by the world could come to this day!

Liu Yuyan and the others stood behind Ye Chen with tacit understanding, at this moment, although those black-clothed people had reached the point of running out of oil and lamps, Ye Chen's ability to kill them also showed Ye Chen's strength.

Regarding everyone's movements, Ye Chen was extremely indifferent, because he knew that if it weren't for the help of the Fire Qilin, he wouldn't have killed these people so easily.

"With his own strength, he can only barely kill one of them!" Because he knew the gap, Ye Chen never felt complacent about the results he had won.

At this moment, Ye Chen's attention was not on the few people behind him or the five peaks of the Sword God, his gaze fell on another battlefield from afar, where there was someone he would kill, Emperor Ling Tian!

Huang Ling Tian held the sword in both hands, and with a wave of the long sword, the sword shadow danced, and the sword retreated from the moon and shocked the immortals!

Looking down with an ugly face, this time the sword god mén was undoubtedly saved, and his years of hard work have come to naught, if he changes someone, he will definitely be angry, but Huang Ling Tian is unusually calm.

Whoever achieves great things must be able to afford to let go, Huang Lingtian undoubtedly has this, slowly put away his long sword, looked at the moon frightened immortal lightly, and said indifferently: "You won this time, but next time I'm not sure if you will win!"

Hearing this, before the Moon Terror Immortal could answer, several long whistles came, and the rolling sound spread to the surroundings, and the figures of Liu Yuyan and several people appeared next to the Moon Terror Immortal, looking at Huang Ling Tian with jealous eyes.

The damage suffered by the sword god this time exceeded the expectations of the Moon Terror Immortal, the Moon Terror Fairy's face was cold, the long sword waved, the sword qi continued to churn out at the tip of the sword, and the sword qi turned into a cloud, at this moment the Moon Terror Fairy seemed to be stepping on the sword cloud, his dark eyes stared at Huang Ling Tian, and he did not hide the killing intent in his eyes at all, and said coldly: "Do you have a chance to leave today?"

Although his words were full of confidence, the Moon Terror Immortal knew that the chances of leaving Emperor Ling Tian today were very slim.

The third-layer martial artist of the hún martial realm was already called a strong man, because he knew that the three-layer martial artist of the hún martial realm was terrifying, and the moon terror immortal sighed slightly.

Huang Lingtian was god as usual, he patted the dust off his shoulders leisurely, and said lightly: "Yue Jing Immortal, you can't help me, you can't keep me with you and those wastes, can you?"

Only Huang Ling Tian dared to call Liu Yuyan and the others a waste to his face, and said with a faint smile: "After this battle, I don't know how many jīng Ying you have left!"

The Moon Terror Immortal couldn't help frowning, even though Huang Ling Tian's words were more difficult to hear, but they were true, but at this time, a pitch-black spatial crack suddenly appeared in the space around Huang Ling Tian, and a flash of sword light appeared in the sky.

The sword eyebrows were slightly furrowed, Huang Ling Tian did not panic at all, the sword finger was slightly pointed, and the spatial rift coincided again, and the figure retreated lightly, avoiding the sword light, his eyes looked coldly at the dozens of meters ahead, and there was a trace of astonishment on his face.

An invisible bō pattern spread out in all directions, and the space moved slightly.1 A cold figure suddenly appeared in front of Huang Ling Tian and Yue Jing Xian.1 Looking at that indifferent face, Huang Ling Tian and Yue Jing Immortal couldn't help but be stunned, and then a trace of complexity appeared on Huang Ling Tian's face, and he said lightly: "It's not bad to cultivate, being able to kill a hún martial arts realm martial artist with a fake hún martial realm martial artist, this also shows your strength!"

Looking at the blood shadow in front of him, the Moon Terror Immortal Sword frowned slightly, and the previous scene of Ye Chen killing the Hún Martial Realm martial artist was naturally also seen by him.

"You are definitely no match for him, step aside!" As for the future of Luoxia Peak, the Moon Terror Immortal scolded.

Hearing this, Ye Chen didn't pay attention to Yue Jingxian's reprimand, Ye Chen's eyes were full of killing intent, looked at Huang Ling Tian's eyes, and said calmly: "Do you know me?" At the moment when he said this, Huang Ling Tian noticed Ye Chen's constantly suppressed killing intent, and there was a strange light in his eyes.1 said lightly: "With the wind, Huang Wushuang's apprentice, hehe, Wushuang has taught a good apprentice!" When Huang Ling Tian mentioned Huang Wushuang, an inexplicable gloom flashed in his eyes.

Hearing this, Ye Chen didn't say anything, raised his head and looked at the sky and muttered, "Your unfinished regrets will be up to me!"

"In terms of seniority, I am your ancestor, and I should also guide and guide you!" Huang Ling Tian suddenly spoke, his left hand and finger pointed at the sword, and the fingertips were surrounded by wisps of sword qi, pointing forward in vain, several wisps of sword qi turned into a torrent and rushed towards Ye Chen, a trace of black mist constantly surrounded the sword qi, looking strange and terrifying. Huang Ling Tian's seemingly casual finger implied a killing intent, and when the Moon Terror Immortal saw this, he couldn't help but scold: "Retreat!"