You are afraid of me!

After all, he spoke, looking up at the sky, his voice calm and hoarse.

boom!

His words made the sky empty and the thunder roar again, trembling the eternal blue sky.

Seeing this, everyone's hearts were trembling. The blood-colored figure fell into their eyes, which was very shocking and engraved in their bones.

kill!

Kill me!

The bloodthirsty Yan Luo, who had withdrawn thousands of feet, suddenly shouted, as if he had seen something and wanted to erase Ye Chen when he was weak.

Suddenly, millions of monks who had just retreated in scattered and rolled towards Ye Chen like four pieces.

Ye Chen withdrew his gaze from the sky and looked at one side silently.

A look made the millions of monks rushing toward the side suddenly stop, and no one dared to step forward again.

It was vaguely visible that their hands holding the sword were trembling. In their eyes, they were not a person, but a demon god. One step forward would mean death.

This is the power of the king!

The viewers from all over the world were sighing and marveling.

Kill me!

The bloodthirsty Yan Luo was immediately furious and his voice was as thunderous as thunder.

The sound fell, and the cultivators from all directions who had been more than three seconds had once again stirred up a shocking shout of killing.

Ye Chen moved, dragged his broken blood body, stepped out in one step, shrank into an inch, and instantly killed a quasi-celestial realm, twisted his head, and then suddenly looked back and killed one with one sword.

The war broke out again, extremely tragic.

Ye Chen was crazy about killing, but his body was constantly cracking, healing, cracking, and healing from beginning to end. That was not known to the monk's attack, but was injured by the invisible thunder descended from the will of God.

Puff! Puff! Puff!

Blood flowers are constantly blooming, and blood mist is surging, covering the sky and the earth.

On the earth, there are mountains made of corpses, and the rivers formed by blood. The heaven and earth have turned into blood.

Who would have thought that after three days and three nights of this battle, millions of monks were killed by one person and returned home in vain.

It was still night, extremely dark.

On the vast earth, Ye Chen, holding a killing sword, had a bleak back, his body was covered in blood and staggering, like a doomsday god of war, stepping on blood and bones, about to reach the end of his life.

The breeze blew, shaking him staggeringly.

After all, he fell head-on.

Ye Chen!

The glow of light came, and a pair of jade hands dragged him, hugged him hard in his arms, and tears soaked his clothes.

Chu Xuan, I'm so tired!
Chapter completed!