The night was like water, and the scarlet moonlight flowed out.

The night wind blew, rolling up the scarlet sand and dust on the ground, and a murderous aura permeated the air.

Hell at night is always a stage for killing, and countless sounds of fighting and killing waft in the wind.

Until the gray sky began to brighten, and Hell returned to its former tranquility, and the dawn tore through the thin clouds and cast it on the scarlet earth.

A noble son, coming with a sword, a luxurious robe, a luxurious sword, and the hilt of the sword is engraved with the handwriting of the dragon flying and the phoenix dancing: King's Landing!

An inexplicable domineering permeated the handwriting, the slender figure, holding a long sword, especially the handsome face with clear lines, anyone who saw it would sigh lightly: "What a personable noble son!"

Behind this noble prince was dozens of guards, whose armor was torn and blood-red, and it was evident that the armor was often soaked in blood.

With the giant sword on his back, these guards were filled with a terrifying murderous aura.

Outside the Blood Prison, some loose cultivators were sitting on the rocks and cultivating, and suddenly, a cold feeling appeared in vain.

These cultivators opened their eyes one after another, looking into the distance in horror, a figure came out with a sword, followed by dozens of guards, the aura on these guards made them feel palpitations.

"What a personable noble son!" these warriors were secretly frightened, and looked at the noble prince with a rather surprised expression.

The noble prince came with a sword, raised his head, and his eyes did not fall on these people, but on the vague mountain shadow in the distance, the bloody peak.

The sword is arrogant, and the people are also arrogant, the footsteps of the noble prince have never stopped, and his eyes have never stopped on these people, in the eyes of the noble prince, these people are just ants.

Holding the sword, it was not until the figure of the noble prince disappeared from everyone's sight that everyone whispered: "Who is this person?"

"Sister, why do I have a feeling of inferiority when I see that person!" whispers rang out, and at this moment, everyone realized that this person was coming to challenge the Blood Hell Emperor?

The periphery of the Blood Prison, which had been silent for a long time, boiled again, and even those Spirit Martial Realm martial artists got up one after another, looking at the Blood Demon Peak, "Finally, is there anyone who wants to challenge the Blood Prison Emperor again?"

At the top of the Bloody Peak, a noble prince came out with a sword, followed by dozens of guards.

Holding the sword, the noble son raised his head, looked at the figure of the white-clothed Shengxue, and said lightly: "Gongzi Su!"

Some people can reflect their nobility in their gestures, and this noble son is like this, the arrogance of the noble son has been integrated into his bones, and this arrogance is enough to make others feel inferior.

Lin Dao and the others opened their eyes and looked at that indifferent gaze like water, and Lin Dao felt a compelling extravagance from it.

"Childe Su?" On top of this slender figure, Lin Dao felt an inexplicable coercion, which spread deep in his soul.

The waving feather fan suddenly stopped, Lin Dao stood up suddenly, and his calm eyes also swelled with disbelief: "It's him!"

Lu Qing also got up, just one glance, he felt uncomfortable, he couldn't see the arrogance of this noble son in his bones, "Who is this person?"

Waving a feather fan, Lin Dao and Lu Qing have been close friends for many years, so they can naturally detect the strangeness in Lu Qing's words, shake their heads, and chuckle: "Compared to him, you and I are indeed inferior!"

"How about it?" Lu Qingjian's eyebrows frowned slightly, and the other three Spirit Martial Realm martial artists also threw their attention down, after a few days of getting along, everyone could feel Lin Dao's arrogance, but now an arrogant person actually admitted in public that he was not as good as others.

The reaction of the four people naturally fell into Lin Dao's eyes, the feather fan was slightly off, Lin Dao pointed at those guards, and said lightly: "Have you forgotten the child's sword of the Eight Cold Hells?"

The name Gongzi Su may be a little unfamiliar, but the name Gongzi Jian made Lu Qing and the others' faces change, "He is Gongzi, the son of the Eight Cold Hells!"

"Gongzi Su, the young son of the Eight Cold Hell Eight Cold City, and only this person can deserve this title!" Lin Dao whispered, just looking at Gongzi Su's eyes, there was a meaningful charm: "The Eight Cold City Lord has two sons, the eldest son Gongzi Yu, and the second son Gongzi Su, I heard that a few months ago, the Eight Cold City Lord had decided to pass on the next Eight Cold City Lord to the Great Prince of Eight Cold City, and now, this Gongzi Su actually appeared in the Lonely Hell?"

"This is interesting, the giant sword on those guards is covered with sword marks, plus that blood armor, it seems that these people have experienced a bloody battle!" Lu Qing whispered with the giant sword on his shoulder.

"Since the position of the ancient city lord will cause brothers to kill each other, could it be that this son Su is forced out of the Eight Cold Hell!" The feather fan waved, and Lin Dao felt a shocking killing intent on the dozens of guards, especially when he mentioned the Eight Cold Hell, the killing intent on these people became more and more cold. The cold wind blew, the luxurious robe hunted and hunted, Gongzi Su held the sword and looked at Ye Chen on the stone sword with an indifferent expression.

The wind rose, and the withered petals on the ground flew one after another. The petals fell on Ye Chen's face, and Ye Chen opened his eyes and looked at the figure below calmly.

"Compared to Han Xin, this person is stronger!" With just one glance, Ye Chen felt an oppression on Gongzi Su, if Han Xin was at the peak of spiritual martial arts, then this person would have stepped into the martial arts realm in half a step, and even in this figure, Ye Chen felt a terrifying will.

Although this will is still not really formed, it is still there. Standing with a sword, the area within dozens of zhang around is dominated by Gongzi Su, who dominates everything.

The oppression permeated out, and in the face of this oppression, the five people of Lin Dao had to use their true qi to resist, "He actually reached the oppression of the half-step martial arts and half-step martial arts?"

In the face of this coercion, Ye Chen's gaze was still like stagnant water, not wavering, and in that indifferent gaze, Ye Chen sensed a shocking arrogance.

This person is different from Lin Dao, Lu Qing, Han Xin and others, just this gaze, Ye Chen knows that this person is not because of the reputation of the first person under the martial arts, in this figure, Ye Chen saw the shadow he thought he had, just like the Lingwu Realm martial artists who challenged various second-rate sects when he first came, just to become stronger, simply to become stronger.

"They call me Emperor!" Ye Chen said lightly, raising his right hand to hold the falling petals, "You want to challenge me?"

"Hmm!" Gongzi Su faintly, the long sword was raised, and its flying petals fell on his body one after another, and the cold light spread above the sword weapon.

"There are rules for challenges!" A little purple thunder spread out from Ye Chen's fingertips, beating, surrounding the petals, and a petal condensed by thunder bloomed in Ye Chen's palm.

The thunder was violent, and it had the power to destroy everything in the world, but the violent thunder was gentle at Ye Chen's fingertips.

His eyes condensed slightly, and Gongzi Su's gaze stopped on the swimming thunder, "What a terrifying power of control!"

"Rules! If I fail, I will be a sword slave in this life!" Gongzi Su said lightly, an arrogant noble son became a sword slave, which was enough to trample on the arrogant dignity of Gui Gongzi, but this sentence was still so light in Gongzi Su.

No one could see Gongzi Su's expression, and his gaze was still as indifferent as water.

Even Lin Dao was surprised, "The Eight Han Princes are sword slaves!" Everyone knows the status of the Eight Colds Hell, and this status is more noble than those first-class sect masters.

Childe not only represents a noble identity, but also symbolizes the supreme status of the Eight Cold City in the Eight Cold Hells, even if those first-class sect masters see Childe Su, they have to call Childe!

"Then let's take out the sword!" Ye Chen said lightly, the thunder in the palm of his hand dissipated, the Qilin Sword emerged, and a crisp sword groan resounded in vain all around.

"Sword name Childe, Childe Sword!" His gaze lowered slightly, and Gongzi Su's gaze fell on the long sword in his hand, and his crisp sword groan also resounded, and two earth-shattering sword groans resounded in the void within a radius of hundreds of zhang in just an instant, stirring up spatial ripples.

A terrifying coercion permeated all around, whether it was Lin Dao and the others, the guards, or those onlookers, they all retreated a few steps back.

"Half-step oppression!" Lin Dao whispered, the sword had already involved the aura in a radius of hundreds of zhang, whether it was facing Ye Chen's sword or Gongzi's sword, Lin Dao knew that he had no chance of winning, this was the gap.

The ring finger and thumb were clasped tightly, holding the hilt of the sword, Gongzi Su held the sword and made a sword salute to Ye Chen.

Sword salutes are not common in hell, this kind of sword salute is extremely common in the Martial God Continent, as a noble son, Gongzi Su's demeanor reflects his cultivation.

The sword aura is pressing, Gongzi Su took a step forward, and the withered petals below it immediately flew up, without any sword skills, nor any rules, supernatural powers, in Gongzi Su's hands, his sword was extremely simple, but a fluttering sword locked all of Ye Chen's retreat. One step out of a hundred steps, the sword rises, and the sword shadow comes all over the world, in each sword shadow is integrated into the will of Gongzi Su, a half-step martial arts, not completed, but the will that exists.

"Soon sword!" Ye Chen's eyes narrowed slightly, looking at the flashing sword shadow, each sword was very fast, it had already broken through the space, Ye Chen knew that no matter if he took out the sword or retreated, Gongzi Su's sword would fall on his body. And what can make Ye Chen feel oppressed is the unformed martial arts will, half-step martial arts, not just rhetoric, very interesting sword, Gongzi sword!

A smile spread at the corner of Ye Chen's mouth, Ye Chen also did not use the rules, sword skills, supernatural powers, raised the sword, integrated into the will of the four generations of moon gods, and stabbed out lightly with a sword.

However, it was this fluttering sword that made the surrounding sword shadows stagnate, and it was this indifferent sword that broke the sword shadows around the sky.

Wherever Gongzi Su Jian fell, it was within Ye Chen's calculations, and with one hand on his back, Ye Chen walked out of the world of sword shadows leisurely, his face was unwavering.

Gongzi Su's expression was still as indifferent as before, he also carried his back with one hand, closed his eyes, and the sword came out, as soft as a flower, and the two extremely bright sword lights met in mid-air, and each sword was suppressed by Ye Chen.

Looking at this scene in the void, Lin Dao and the others were silent, they never thought that the extremely simple sword style was enough to destroy the world, and the sword of one move and one style would reflect different mysteries, and no one would ever use the basic sword style to the point where it is now.

"Childe's sword, Childe's way!" The slender fingers held the slender sword, Gongzi Su's body was slightly off, and the thousands of sword shadows around him dissipated, turning into a light and fluttering sword, but this sword contained his martial arts will that had only gradually formed a rudimentary form.

This is the sword of Childe, which tore the sky apart! But before facing the will of the moon god, this sword of Childe can only be suppressed on its back.

A crackling sound like a metal clash rang out, and in the void, two slender fingers emerged, clamping the tip of the sword that was filled with cold light