Two sounds of heaven and earth resounded in the sky, and this voice overwhelmed the wild laughter of the Holy Son.

At the same time, these two sounds of heaven and earth were hovering in Ye Chen's ears, but Ye Chen's eyes were still blood-red.

Two long rainbows crossed the sky, tore apart the sky, and stepped through the sea of blood.

The white hair is like snow, and the flying white hair is extremely eye-catching in the sky above the sea of blood, and under the flying white hair is a pair of lifeless eyes, but there is a rare monstrous killing intent in the empty eyes.

The killing intent was pervasive, and the sea of blood shook when this figure stepped down, setting off a monstrous blood flame.

And next to this figure is a slightly obese killing intent, in appearance, this should be a simple and incomparably fat man.

It's just that the killing intent on this fat man's body is even colder, especially the sword weapon engraved with pride in his hand, which shook wildly, and the sound of the sword stirred the sea of blood below.

The two figures tore apart the sky, rushing towards the two hundred-zhang dragons and Ye Chen like two meteors.

The sudden change in the void attracted the attention of Qing Jue and the others in the distance, raised their heads, Qing Jue and the others looked at the two Changhong with a little doubt, who were those two people?

On those two figures, Qing Jue felt a terrifying coercion, which was no less than the monstrous sea of blood in front of him.

And the Moon Dance Evil was shocked, and a little joy appeared on the originally hideous face: "Sentimental Sword, Proud World Sword!"

The Sentimental Sword, the Proud World Sword, and the Moon God Sword, these three swords spread throughout the entire Huangfeng Country at some point.

These three swords represent three people, the moon god Ye Chen, the only love Muchen, and the proud Xiao Ziyun!

This sword each represents three legends, only the legend of the Emperor Feng Kingdom! Stepping on the sea of blood, two terrifying sword intents condensed out at the same time, and in just a few breaths, the two sword shadows that penetrated the heavens and the earth slashed into the air and landed on the two hundred-zhang dragons.

The extreme of sword intent! The earth-shattering sword shadow tore apart the void and set off a sea of blood! Bang bang! Two low roars rang out, and two hundred-zhang long dragons fell backwards.

Bang bang! The sea of blood was rolling, and two long dragons were churning in the sea of blood! At the same time, two figures appeared beside Ye Chen.

With white hair like frost, Mu Chen held his sword and stood beside Ye Chen, his body filled with cold killing intent.

No matter when, Mu Chen was always like this, he didn't say much, but his sword showed everything, tens of thousands of miles away, just because it involved Ye Chen, he came.

The Proud Sword shook slightly, and the sound of sword groans resounded, and Xiao Fatzi also stood beside Ye Chen, without saying much.

"Those two blood dragons, help me stop them!" Ye Chen's voice was slightly hoarse, and his eyes were still blood-red.

Hearing this, Mu Chen and Xiao Fatzi came out with swords, fearless of the terrifying martial arts will, and shot directly at the two blood dragons.

Two long rainbows crossed the sea of blood and shot directly at the two hundred-zhang blood dragons, seeing this, the smile on the corner of the Holy Son's mouth became stronger: "The more people there are, the more interesting this game will be!"

"But with these two more people, five generations, you can't help me!" The Holy Son hugged Qianchuan Xue's waist and felt the slender willow waist, and the Holy Son sneered.

The will of martial arts was suppressed on Mu Chen's body like a mountain, Mu Chen's eyes were empty, his figure still fell forward, and with every step, the blood splashed by it turned into blooming lilacs.

Mu Chen's sword was screaming, and a kind of mournful fluctuation filled the void, and this sorrowful roar made people inexplicably sad.

The white hair is flying, Mu Chen's eyes are still so empty, the body suppressed by the martial will, but he can't suppress his will, because he has no heart.

Facing the roaring hundred-zhang blood dragon in front of him, Mu Chen came out with a sword, raised his sword, took out his sword, a sword without sword light, but it contained the ultimate of affection!

This inexplicable sorrow made a mournful sound in the void in vain, even the sword screamed, this mournful scream infected the three blood-colored bodies, although they lost their souls, but the heart-rending heartache flowed everywhere in the flesh.

This terrifying martial arts will also rippled, retracted the sword, and took out the sword again, Mu Chen was like this, he kept collecting the sword and taking out the sword, and such an action had become the instinct of his body.

But it was this fluttering sword that blocked the pace of the hundred-zhang blood dragon, compared to the hundred-zhang blood dragon, Mu Chen's figure seemed so thin.

A figure, flying white hair, and a sword are enough! The blood dragon's mournful roar also resounded, and the smile on the corner of the Holy Son's mouth froze in vain when he saw this scene, and there was a trace of incredulity in his eyes: "How is this possible!"

"He is only the third layer of spiritual martial arts, but he can shake the will of martial arts with the extreme of artistic conception!

"Kill!" A terrifying roar sounded like rolling thunder, sounding in this sea of blood, and for a moment, the surrounding sea of blood rolled, and was forced to retreat dozens of miles away.

A figure holding a sword, stepping on the broken space turbulently, holding the Proud Sword, Xiao Fatzi looked coldly at the hundred-zhang dragon in front of him, as if he could see through the hundred-zhang dragon at a glance, "It's just a residual martial arts will! If a martial artist loses his soul, then his martial will is no longer a martial arts will!" Xiao Fatzi's long hair was flying, and a terrifying sword intent erupted on him, this is three generations of sword intent, but now it has evolved into his Xiao Fatzi's sword intent.

If you don't make a sound, you will be proud of the world for nine days! This is Xiao Fatzi's sword intent, endless sword qi is forming under his feet, and the momentum on Xiao Fatzi's body at this moment is surging wildly, and the surrounding void is involuntarily shattered.

Xiao Fatman's eyes fell on the blood dragon, and the hundred-zhang blood dragon in front of him trembled in vain, as if he couldn't withstand Xiao Fatty's gaze.

The Holy Son took a step back, looked at the figure standing in the sea of blood with an extremely solemn expression, and whispered, "How is this possible, three generations of sword intent!"

There seemed to be a coercion from the ancients, the coercion of the three generations of moon gods! Holding the sword, Xiao Fatzi stepped forward, his left hand and pointed at the sword, and gently landed on the Proud Sword, and a sword groan resounded.

At the same time, a long-lasting sword groan also came out of Xiao Fatzi's mouth, and this sword groan hovered above the Nine Heavens like the sound of heaven and earth.

In the endless void, a huge sword groan suddenly sounded, and this sword groan shattered the void, and at the same time, endless sword qi emerged.

The sea of blood also shook violently, and endless sword qi quickly condensed in it, condensing countless sword shadows, each sword shadow drawing a mysterious trajectory.

The domineering sword intent soared into the sky, and the sword shadow gathered at Xiao Fatzi's feet, and a huge sword shadow emerged, and Xiao Fatman's figure fell on it.

In the void, the sword shadow flew like a turbulent current, and the terrifying sword intent actually shook the blood qi in this space, and there was no trace of blood in a radius of hundreds of miles, at this moment, Xiao Fatzi finally took out his sword, "Hundred steps to dominate!"

The extension of the three generations of famous sword skills in the hundred-step flying sword! The supernatural power of the hundred-step mastery! The Aoshi Sword took off its hand and spun quickly, and the Aoshi Sword stirred up invisible spatial ripples, tearing apart the sky, and carrying the dense sword shadow in the void, falling on the blood dragon.

As if ten thousand arrows pierced the heart, countless sword shadows merged into the blood dragon's body, and at the same time, Xiao Fatzi held the Aoshi Sword, a sword that was extremely strong, and slashed from top to bottom.

Bang! A dull sound sounded, followed by a mournful roar, the blood dragon seemed to be broken at any time, the surrounding void shattered, and the broken void shattered again, forming a continuous spatial ripple, hitting the blood dragon.

With this fat figure here, this blood dragon can't go beyond half a step.

Although the soul of the Holy Son has been separated from the six realms, the changes in the six realms are still in his hands at all times.

Six heart-rending pains spread in the depths of the Holy Son's soul, and at this moment, the Holy Son finally realized the horror of the two people in front of him.

One kind of affection, one kind of domineering! Two extreme sword intents, there was no smile on the face of the Holy Son, and the sword eyebrows furrowed for the first time.

However, at the moment when the Holy Son frowned, countless terrible sword groans sounded in the sea of blood, and at the same time, a cold cry as if it came from hell rang out: "Kill!"

As soon as this killing word came out, the heavens and the earth changed color, countless wails resounded, and almost at the same time, the martial artists within a radius of tens of thousands of miles suddenly woke up from their cultivation, looking at the sword qi in their hands in shock, and a trace of killing was floating out, and finally dissipated in the void.

On Fengzong Island, all the sect disciples and sect masters stood up and looked solemnly at the direction where Forgetful Island was located, and they felt a shocking killing intent.

This killing intent broke through the illusory rules of the Holy Son and flowed out, and at the same time, those sect masters were horrified to find that a shocking killing intent appeared in vain on the sword weapon in their hands, and finally turned into a wisp of murderous aura and dissipated in the void.

Although they had doubts in their hearts, no one dared to step forward, because they knew that there was a fight going on there, a fight between the Holy Son and the Sect Master of the Sword God Sect!

Instead, the Moon God Prince took a step forward, looked at Fengzong Island behind him, and said lightly: "Those three guys still don't make a move?"

And at this moment, the proud son of the Martial God appeared outside Fengzong Island in vain, and the eyes that had been closed were rarely opened, looking at the direction where the Island of Forgetfulness was located.

"Do you care about the five generations?" Looking at the figure a few feet away, the prince said lightly.

Hearing this, the proud son did not answer, still standing there, in this regard, the prince shook his head slightly, "You are also an incomprehensible chess piece!"

A sword groan sounded, and the sword in the hand of the proud son was also filled with a killing intent, and the killing intent transformed into a sword qi and dissipated in the void.

Every sword had been stained with blood, killed people, and the killing intent was precipitated in it, and Ye Chen's shout seemed to alarm the killing intent of every sword within a radius of tens of thousands of miles, and these killing intents strangely condensed out in the sky above Ye Chen, merging into Ye Chen's eyebrows.

His eyes were blood-red, and the killing intent in Ye Chen's eyes was not concealed in the slightest, and the surrounding void immediately gave birth to a thick cold aura.

And at this moment, snowflakes were floating silently around Ye Chen