At this moment, he can best explain what a hero is old.

As long as the emperor, he is not as good as a knife. The scarred ancient holy body is carved with traces.

"Ba Yuan, you... have today." Suddenly, a misty female voice resounded through the starry sky, cold and majestic.

The old holy body buried in his head raised his head, supported it with a scattered sacred prickly, and his dispersed eyes gathered again.

"Who is it?" the old holy body said lightly.

"You, don't have the right to know." The starry sky suddenly cracked open, the colorful aura blew, and a white-haired woman slowly walked out.

The woman was covered with a mask and surrounded by colorful fairy clouds.

In her hand, she held a colorful fairy sword and moved with a stern sound.

"Zhuxian Sword." Ye Chen's eyes suddenly burst into cold light, staring at the colorful immortal sword in the white-haired woman's hand.

He could see that it was the Zhuxian Sword, and he could also see that it was the damn Zhuxian Sword that controlled the white-haired woman.

The starry sky was turbulent, and the old holy body started a war with the white-haired woman.

The war was fluctuating, extremely huge, and the stars exploded.

Every time the two collide, they will have a strange phenomenon of destroying the world.

The old holy body was at a disadvantage and could not stop the attack of the Zhuxian Sword. The holy body healed again and again, but exploded again and again.

It’s not that he won’t be able to defeat the white-haired woman and the Zhu Xian Sword, but because he is old and is seriously injured, he is far from being in his peak state.

He was defeated, blood was scattered in the starry sky, strands of ancient holy blood, shocking, and in the vast starry sky, it was very dazzling.

In the small garden, Ye Chen was ready, but his forehead was exposed with blue veins, his eyes were blood red, and blood was spread all over, and he was about to drip.

Another ancestor of the Holy Body was killed by the Zhuxian Sword.

Yiru Chen Zhan was killed in a weak state.

Ye Chen couldn't help but look down at his body.

Looking at the pieces of dazzling holy bones, it was not difficult for him to guess that this holy bone was from Ba Yuan, which was the artistic conception it brought him into.

But he couldn't understand why the Zhuxian Sword couldn't get along with the ancient holy body. The front was Ba Yuan and the back was Chen Zhan.

This is only what he knows. God knows how many holy bodies the damn Zhuxian Sword has destroyed in the long river of time.

"Two ancestors, I will avenge your grudges for you."

Ye Chen's words were sonorous and his eyes were unprecedentedly firm. One day, he would smash the damn Zhuxian Sword.

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