Chapter 82: The Bloody War (Part 1)

The Vermilion Bird Jue was divided into five layers, and now that Ye Chen had undoubtedly stepped into the first layer, the fire true qi circulating in his body was also a little more domineering than usual.

Now that fire true qi should be called Vermilion Bird true qi, Blood Bodhi not only made Ye Chen break through the bottleneck, but also made Ye Chen's sense of heaven and earth aura more and more perverted.

March, unconsciously, has passed quietly, looking at the roaring demonic beasts around, Ye Chen's face is ordinary, his long hair like ink is windless, and a terrifying momentum bursts out from Ye Chen's body in an instant, sweeping a radius of dozens of miles, indifferently looking at the surrendered demonic beasts all over the ground, and said lightly: "It's time to go back!"

The aftermath is still there, but the figure is gone!

The figure swept through the treetops like a ghost and headed straight towards the outer city, months of forbearance, the name of the dead gradually faded out of everyone's sight, but today the dark that once brought nightmares to the blood sword reappeared, and unconsciously, the sky of the wasteland became extremely hazy.

Since the bounty order was issued a few months ago, more and more pursuers have entered the wasted domain, and the blood sword has played its role in the thick and thin, recruiting a large number of masters, and the masters recruited in a few months have not only supplemented the vacant part of the blood sword, but also increased the strength of the blood sword legion several times.

The entire periphery of the wasteland was lined with rows of Blood Sword members wearing red blood clothes, walking back and forth on the periphery of the city gate with giant swords on their faces, and the pedestrians next to them consciously avoided those big men, which made the Blood Sword members feel even more proud, and their words became extremely arrogant.

Sneaking all the way to avoid several waves of people and horses of the Blood Sword Legion, at this time, Ye Chen had already developed a kind of boredom in his heart with the scene of the fight, and the bloody picture he faced every day finally made Ye Chen feel tired, at this time, what Ye Chen wanted to do most was to lie down on the green grass and sleep peacefully!

The dilapidated city gate was as always, a magnificent phantom slowly appeared in Ye Chen's sight, pulling up the slender cloak to envelop his whole body, the figure jumped from the treetops vigorously, several cheers came like a tide, the dark eyes flashed a trace of strangeness, Ye Chen pointed to the ground on his toes, and fell forward.

Ye Chen's figure jumped into the end of the crowd like a ghost, looking around with a little doubt in his eyes!

Dead bodies were all over the city gate, bright red blood stains burst out around the city gate, and a large group of untidy Blood Sword Legion members were in front of the city gate, black and pressed, it was estimated that there were about three or four hundred people, and this group of menacing Blood Sword members were surrounded by several figures, and the two backs Ye Chen was vaguely visible.

"Miss Mu, the head of my family, but you have been looking forward to it for a long time!" a burly man with a hideous face and a burly figure walked out from among the members of the Blood Sword led by him, and smiled at the two figures.

Those two figures were Mu Chen and Mu Ye, who had not been seen for months, their long hair was messily draped over their shoulders, and their shabby martial robes could not cover the sword marks all over their bodies.

Her pretty face turned pale, Mu Ye's clear eyes were full of despair, and she shouted hoarsely: "Brother Mu Chen, you better leave!"

It was still that resolute face, Mu Chen's eyes were full of determination, his eyes were like a real sword coldly sweeping the big men around him, and he said firmly: "Miss, it is my duty to protect you, when the master entrusted you to me, I swore that no one can take you away!"

Although the tone is flat, the firmness revealed in it can be felt even by ordinary people.

The leader waved his hand impatiently, and said to the two members next to him: "Kill!"

It was just one word, but it revealed the killing intent of the big man, and several big men flashed out of the crowd, holding giant swords, and walked towards Mu Chen with a sneer on the corner of their mouths.

With every step, the momentum of several big men of different strengths swept towards Mu Chen like a storm, washing Mu Chen's slightly stout figure.

As if forcibly pushed away, Mu Chen's body did not move, his feet drew two inch-deep footprints on the ground, and he was pushed straight out several meters away.

Blood stains continued to drip down the corners of his mouth, ignoring the skyless momentum, Mu Chen suddenly took a few steps forward, and stood in front of Mu Ye again, without saying a word.

Silence is sometimes more expressive than words, the determination to see death as home.

Holding the sword in his right hand and slowly raising it, Mu Chen stabbed out suddenly, and the powerful momentum also turbulent in front of Mu Chen's sword.

The two big men both sneered a few times, and at the same time they took out their swords, and the giant sword slashed at it, blocking Mu Chen's attack.

Bang, bang, bang three flesh sounds, Mu Chen's left and right shoulders and left cheek were hit by a sword at the same time, the left side of his face immediately became red and swollen, his body involuntarily knelt down, his knees hit the ground with a dull crashing sound, his body kept trembling, the pain swept over, and Mu Chen almost fainted.

"Brother Mu Chen, you better leave!" Mu Yeqiao's face turned pale, and her whole body trembled constantly, but the powerlessness of her body made her unable to move for half a minute.

However, the look of determination in Mu Chen's eyes was still undiminished, and his figure staggered up from the ground, and once again slashed several swords at the two of them.

Two more sword shadows fell, and both knees smashed to the ground again, in addition to the left and right shoulders, the other right face was also hit by a sword, and the same red as the left face began to swell, blood splashed out wildly along the shoulder, and the blood in front of the forehead slowly dripped down, drowning Mu Chen's sight, and turned back with difficulty, there was a pretty shadow there

With silent eyes, he suddenly jumped up from the ground again, and frantically slashed his sword at the two big men again.

The sword shadow was all over the sky, and he got up again, wordless resistance and persistence, the weakness, pain, and soreness at the joints of his legs went straight to his heart, his lips were pale for a while, and drops of sweat gradually covered Mu Chen's forehead, and then slid down his forehead from the tip of his nose, the figure swayed, Mu Chen took a few steps back, and fell again

Looking at Mu Ye nostalgically, he was reluctant, complicated, and the color of admiration was constantly changing.

There is a kind of forbearance that actually contains a kind of power, and there is a kind of silence that is actually a shocking confession, and decades of love are all over this glance.

"Boy, I don't think you're dead!" The two big men suddenly took a few steps forward, and the giant sword swept towards Mu Chen like a poisonous snake with a cold light, and the terrifying sword aura made the few girls present couldn't bear to see the scene of flesh and blood, but at the moment when the giant sword was half a meter away from Mu Chen, the two big man's giant swords shattered

A look of horror flashed through the eyes of the two big men, and then their heads slowly fell, and blood sprinkled all over the sky like a fountain.

"Isn't it cool to play the sword, blood sword!" A gloomy voice that seemed to come from hell slowly rose in everyone's ears, falling into everyone's ears like a biting cold wind blowing in winter, cold sweat inadvertently soaked everyone's backs, looking for prestige, and a shocked look jumped on their faces.

The cold wind blew, the slender cloak slowly fell, the long hair on the forehead fluttered in the wind, and the silver mask looked extremely eye-catching.

"Hades!" The silver mask, the seven-foot long sword, the black-robed boy, the memory is like the tender grass sprouting in the spring slowly reviving in the hearts of everyone, different expressions are changing on different faces, until in the end, the expression left behind is fear, wordless fear.