Bang! The blood light flashed out, and there was only this extremely brilliant sword light in heaven and earth.

Elder Qing's eyes had already diluted, and he would never have thought that Ye Chen would suddenly make a move until he died.

There was no chance to resist, and Ye Chen didn't give the other party a chance, and a sword pierced Elder Qing's entire head.

Grabbing towards the void with his left hand, Ye Chen grabbed Elder Qing's soul and said with an indifferent expression: "I forgot to say that a few months ago, that guy Li Ren died under this sword!"

Poof! The reincarnation flames burst out, flooding Elder Qing's entire body, and a miserable scream rang out.

Erasing his sanity, Ye Chen put away Elder Qing's soul, although the soul of the Spirit Martial Realm is not as good as the soul of the Martial Dao, it can be used as a sweetheart for the guy in the Hungry Ghost Dao.

The sudden change broke the silence of the scene, and the warriors who had suppressed the killing intent in their hearts broke out one after another.

The sword qi gushed out like a long rainbow, instantly flooding the void around Ye Chen.

Raising his head, Ye Chen looked at the rushing martial artists with a calm expression, the sword was slightly raised, and there was still a little blood on the tip of the sword.

With his eyes slightly closed, Ye Chen ignored the sword qi that came in, and muttered, "When the sword is stained with blood, it has killing intent, because the sword is originally used to kill!"

"Killing never needs a reason, in the eyes of the wicked, killing is sacred, and in the good one, killing is sin, but in my eyes, killing is killing, and there is no need for any definition!"

The sword qi burst in, tearing apart Ye Chen's figure, and the figure was shattered, and it was an afterimage.

Dressed in white and standing with a sword, Ye Chenyun waved the sword in his hand lightly, easily bringing up a series of bewitching and beautiful blood flowers.

In hell, the cheapest thing is not dignity. It's life, and life is cheap. But Ye Chen used artistic techniques to erase everything.

Void. The sound of killing rose to the sky, stirring the two qi of life and death around him, and the two qi of life and death were interrupted, forming a terrifying whirlpool of life and death. Its corpse was swept in, and the pungent smell of blood permeated it.

on huge stones. Qianchuan Xue closed her eyes slightly, looking at the flying white clothes with a calm expression.

"In his opinion, the so-called wind and snow moon is to wield the sword in his hand!" a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Chikawa Xue reminisced about the days in Lonely City. He danced his sword while he watched quietly.

The sword shadow flew, and Ye Chen's figure swayed like a fluttering dead leaf.

Dozens of divine powers evolved in the void, and dozens of Lingwu Realm's killing intents tried to lock Ye Chen's figure, but they couldn't catch it.

Facing the siege of dozens of Lingwu Realm. Coupled with the sword formation formed by those Soul Martial Realm martial artists, Ye Chen was still moved a little pressured.

Slightly closed eyes. Wherever Ye Chen passed, his gang wind suddenly emerged, forming a series of phantoms: "Divine power, turn into wind!"

One, ten, hundred, Dao phantoms spread out! The white clothes flew, and the blood splashed could not stop those figures, and a famous warrior fell, and the blood dyed the entire black and white world into a blood-red picture.

"Divine power!" Gongzi Su sighed slightly, he stepped into the martial arts realm, and he needed the strength of the opponent to try, but this guy on the Lord didn't give him a chance at all.

"How can you be the master to deal with some little minions!" said Gongzi Su Youyou, he could detect the suppressed battle intent in the hearts of those martial artists behind him.

The powerhouses of Hell crawled out of the pile of corpses, they were never afraid of death, they even enjoyed the thrill of fighting, and the dullness of these months made them feel bored.

This is a one-to-one battle, but it is a one-person stage, on this stage, Ye Chen is fascinated by the sword style that he thinks of in his heart, the supernatural power.

Hundreds of figures converged to form a green dragon soaring for nine days, and the dragon swung its tail to smash all supernatural powers and rules.

It wasn't until the sound of killing dissipated that Ye Chen opened his eyes and looked at the shocking scene around him, with flesh and blood flying and bones floating, like hell on earth.

Putting away the Qilin Sword, the blood red in Ye Chen's eyes gradually receded, and he became clear: "I like hell a little, this is the world of killing!"

The bloody aura emerged from the corpse, turning into an extremely piercing murderous aura and merging into Ye Chen's body, the killing origin appeared in front of Ye Chen again, his eyes were slightly condensed, Ye Chen stared at this illusory sword shadow, and strange imprints were circulating on it.

With the influx of murderous aura, the shadow of this sword gradually changed, forming a phantom, extremely illusory, but its outline looked like a human figure.

"Killing body, this is the direction of the evolution of my killing supernatural power!" Ye Chen muttered, reining in his murderous aura, and the phantom in front of him turned into a streamer of light and integrated into his body.

The yin wind gusted, dispelling the smell of blood that permeated the surroundings, and Ye Chen returned to the stone with his sword, quietly reminiscing about the previous battle.

As for the handling of the aftermath, it is directly handed over to Gongzi Su to do, and every time at this moment, Gongzi Su misses Liu Dong more and more.

Qianchuan Xue also closed her eyes, and her jade hand held the sword of forgetfulness, although it meant forgetfulness, but there was an obsession in her heart.

After a while, Ye Chen put down and opened his eyes, turned around, looked at Gongzi Su behind him, and said solemnly: "You used to be the son of Eight Cold City, so you should know the strength of Eight Cold City?"

Eight Cold City! A tall figure flashed in Gongzi Su's eyes, his hands were clasped together, and he exhaled lightly: "The four major cities are all famous, but there are also rankings, at least when I leave the Eight Cold City, the strength of the Eight Cold City is still a few points stronger than that of the Lonely City!" However, after the fall of my father, the vitality of the Eight Cold City was greatly damaged, and its strength should not be as good as that of the Lonely City, but it will not be too different!"

His expression was no longer as indifferent as before, and a trace of inexplicable sadness and piercing killing intent flashed in Gongzi Su's eyes, all of which was caused by that man.

"No matter what, that man must die!" Martial Dao's will came out in turmoil, and the life and death qi around Gongzi Su also began to vibrate.

"Killing intent can make the sword momentum become fierce, and it can also make people's minds sink, as a martial artist, you should be able to control your own killing intent, not be controlled by killing intent!" Sensing Gongzi Su's strangeness, Ye Chen said lightly, his flat voice exploded in Gongzi Su's ears, like the sound of heaven and earth, penetrating Gongzi Su's soul. Hear the words. Gongzi Su's heart shook slightly, and the killing intent in his eyes gradually converged. Return to the previous indifference.

"Your father has fallen?" Although he knew that this question would touch the pain in Gongzi Su's heart. Ye Chen still mentioned it.

With a lonely expression, Gongzi Su sighed slightly, "Who would have thought that a strong man who had been in hell for decades would fall silently, or die at the hands of his own son!"

Look up at the vast sky. Gongzi Su still found it difficult to maintain his previous indifference, and one close relative died at the hands of another close relative. What a sorrow.

Ye Chen took out the wine jug in the Qilin Ring and handed it to Gongzi Su. Leng Feng and the others all retreated to the side with interest, but Leng Feng and the others' expressions were a little weird. Childe Sue. It turned out that he was Su, the son of Bahan City.

The swordsman used the sword in his hand to tell the past, Gongzi Su rarely mentioned this matter to others, and perhaps did not want to mention it, drinking this slightly bitter wine, Gongzi Su muttered: "The invincible strong man died in the hands of his son, it is very sad!"

"Gongzi Yu. He killed his father! His father was suspicious, and few people could get close to him. Even the Archons are the same!"

"However, for me and Gongziyu, my father has no scruples. Father once said that what he was most proud of was not to become the city lord of the Eight Cold Cities on the dominant side, but to watch me and Gongziyu grow up!"

"However, such a hero died under his own son's sword!" Gongzi Su's mind was extremely firm, but when he mentioned this, his hands were trembling, and the wine overflowed the wine jug, and in that moment, he not only lost his beloved father, but also his proud brother. The brother who once taught him swordsmanship and taught him the principles of being a man, the brother of the bullshit, "My father is busy with cultivation most of the time, I have been taken care of by Gongziyu since I was a child, he taught me martial arts, taught me the way of the strong, and also taught me what I should do for the son of man, bullshit, some are bullshit, the prince of heaven and earth is a teacher, but he finally shattered the faith in my heart!"

Drinking alone, Ye Chen looked at Gongzi Su who was gradually going crazy in front of him, he was not as elegant and noble as before, and extremely rare foul words were also spoken in his mouth.

"Is supreme power really so important?" Gongzi Su's eyes were full of mockery, "Gongzi Yu!"

"Now the city lord of Eight Cold City is Gongzi Yu!" Ye Chen said softly, maybe that's the case, Gongzi Su Cai is willing to be a slave and ask himself to kill that Gongzi Yu.

"After he killed his father, he took his father's place, and for decades, he secretly co-opted the leaders and enforcers of Eight Cold City, and as soon as his father died, he became the city lord of Eight Cold City!"

"Although I know the truth, but the Eight Cold City is completely controlled by him, there is no chance for me to speak, followed by endless pursuit, which is why I will have a lonely hell!"

"Then why do you think that I have the strength to kill Gongzi Yu?" After taking a sip of wine, Ye Chen spoke.

"Because of consciousness!" Gongzi Su said with a firm expression: "I believe in my own consciousness, even if the Lord is not defeated by Gongzi Yu at the beginning, but after a few years, Gongzi Yu is definitely not the enemy of the Lord!"

"He's strong?" Ye Chen was a little surprised, there weren't many people who could make Gongzi Su so jealous.

"Very strong! a second-layer martial arts powerhouse, control the domain!" Gongzi Su sighed slightly, and had to admit that compared to Gongzi Yu, his strength was indeed too weak.

Although there is only one layer difference between the first layer of martial arts and the second layer of martial arts, the difference in strength between them is like the difference between heaven and earth, at least today's Gongzi Su has no chance of winning against the second layer of martial arts martial artists.

"But the current Eight Cold Hell is not in the hands of Gongzi Yu, there is someone else who controls the Eight Cold Hell!" Ye Chen said lightly.

Hearing this, the wine jug in Gongzi Su's hand slipped and fell on the stones, splashing one after another: "There is another person?"

"Prince of the Moon God Temple, have you ever heard of this person?" Ye Chen said with a slight solemnity, being able to make a second-level martial arts powerhouse who controlled the realm surrender, this method was enough to move Ye Chen.

"The Prince of the Moon God Temple?" Gongzi Su shook his head, his eyes showing a blank look, "I know most of the leaders of the forces of the Eight Cold Hells, and there is no Moon God Temple Prince among them!"

"Heaven and earth are chess, and the common people are the sons, is this Gongzi Yu a chess piece? can make a second-level martial artist of martial arts a chess piece, maybe he is the only one who has this courage!" Ye Chen looked at the dazed Gongzi Su and shook his head secretly: "If he is just a martial artist of the Eight Cold Hells, then he doesn't have the ability to control the entire Eight Cold Hells." In front of the real strength, all the conspiracy methods seem so powerless, if you want Gongziyu to surrender, then the prince's strength is at least the second layer of martial arts, and he can suppress Gongziyu, maybe it will be stronger!"

"Just like the fat man said, compared to the crown prince, the holy son is a scum!" Ye Chen sighed slightly, the more the path of martial arts went to the back, and the one step forward was like a difficulty in ascending to the sky.

"Although the Eight Cold City is not as good as before, but with the power in the secret, the Eight Cold City has no less than twenty martial arts realm martial artists, and this Moon God Prince will control the Eight Cold City in just a few months?" After pondering for a moment, Gongzi Su asked, "Lord, did you know about this matter from the mouths of those Eight Cold Hell Martial Artists?"

"This matter should be true!" Ye Chen said lightly, his strength in holding the wine jug also increased by a few points, only the Moon God Prince had such ability, so what about the three hall masters and the Martial God Proud Son?

"Hell is like a pool of stagnant water, but the arrival of these people has broken this pattern, and now, the waters of Hell are also beginning to muddy!"

"The abyss of life and death is both the end and the end, maybe not only those people will be seen!" After drinking the last sip of wine, Ye Chen got up and looked in the southeast direction, "The plan now is to find the Eight Cold Hell controlled by the prince first, and he should not be comfortable in it!" Ye Chen took a step forward, his figure jumped forward like a long rainbow, and the sword corpses such as Qianchuan Xue and Tiandao followed closely behind.

"Let's go!" calmed down the shock in his heart, Gongzi Su also got up and jumped forward, more than a hundred sword lights pierced the silent world, and the sharp sound of breaking wind echoed.

The black and white world, its life and death are strangely circulating, and huge stones float in it.

On top of a boulder thousands of feet, several embarrassed figures fell on it, and their blood dripped down the sword marks on these people's bodies, dripping on the stones, ticking.

Although the aura of these people was a little weak, their bodies were filled with a piercing killing intent, and their expressions were a little hideous.

One of the warriors covered with some scales on his body got up, took a few steps forward with difficulty, and said to a middle-aged man with closed eyes: "Patriarch, get rid of those guys for the time being, but this is just an expedient measure, if this continues, those people will find out about me sooner or later!" As he spoke, the warrior coughed and spit out a few mouthfuls of bloody sputum, obviously the injuries on his body were not light.

Hearing this, the middle-aged man with his eyes closed slowly opened his eyes, and a terrifying will spread through him!!