Chapter 1572: Late friend?

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kill!
The seven gods roared and rushed for life.
Especially the prince of the phoenix and the son of the protoss tribe, they attacked the most fiercely, their faces were ashamed, and their faces were like evil spirits.
I thought that the advanced sage, combining the origin and the God's possession, had a surge in combat power, and he could pretend to force it. Who would have thought to kill an unknown and cruel man halfway.
Who are you trying to provoke, and have an under pumped face? As soon as it reached the big scenes, it was done, the Yaochi grand meeting was so, the Donghuang ancient city was so, and the ancient ruins were so. Now Lingshan talks about Fa, but it is done.
The three thought more and more angry, more and more angry, and made a crazy attack, smashing the magical powers of the world, smashing without a cap, at no cost, to cut off Ye Chen.
That piece of imaginary sky has become silent, the imaginary sky collapses, the space is chaotic, the cracks are raging, one after another.
Ordinary saints dare not set foot on foot. Once they enter, they will most likely be crushed into blood mist and their souls will fly away.
Ye Chenru is all right, his feet are too vain, and he is free to attack and domineering. I will only return it with one stick. You are all stronger, but I am not idle.
The practice is that he has fallen to the sage's primary level, but the person who has been fighting all the way and the state of understanding is inaccessible to anyone. That is the ultimate trial.
It was as if the Demon Emperor had been cut off more than 200 years ago.
Just like the emperor's law rule of several days robbery.
His supreme understanding of the Tao has reached the realm of transformation, and he has returned to life. No one at the same level can reach it.
The barbaric ancient Eucharist is invincible in the same order. Since ancient times, it is not vain. Their prestige is all played out.
"Who are you and why do you help me." Xiao Chen, who fought against the demon son, couldn't help spreading his voice.
"Old friend." Ye Chen smiled indifferently.
"Old friend?"
"Don't worry about it, and fight with peace of mind. I will block all the enemy." Ye Chen said, wiping his sleeves gently.
But when he saw a ray of light in his sleeve, passing through the sky, he fell into Xiao Chen's hands impartially.
With fixed eyes, the ray of fairy light was a halberd of war, engraved with ancient divine patterns, with traces of vicissitudes of time.
That was the King of War, the former weapon of the old King of War.
In the War of Resistance Against Magic, Xiao Chen died, and the King of the War was left behind. He was picked up by Ye Chen and brought to his side for more than two hundred years.
The battle king's halberd was blessed with wisdom and seemed to be happy and excited, making Xiao Chen feel kind.
"A good halberd." Xiao Chen yelled at the sky, the blood of the battle was boiling, and the war was high. A golden dragon was transformed from his body, and that was the battle dragon in the sky.
"Dead!" The demon son of the clan slayed, his head radiated, his eyes flushed, and his hands smashed into the sky.
Xiao Chen's eyes were dazzling with gold, and he moved the war halberd.
His halberd can be regarded as a hegemon, with unmatched power. He split the big seal and cut off the demon son.
Demon blood splattered, and the body of the demon tribe suddenly burst.
But this product's restoring power is too overbearing. There is essence burning in the wound, and demon light lingers, and healed again.
Like him, he can reshape the demon body even if it is dried into a pile of flesh. Although the combat power is better than him, it is difficult to cut him.
Xiao Chen snorted, stepped into the void, smashed, black hair fluttered, and every drop of fighting blood was burning.
He was furious, and although it was difficult to attack the demon son, he was beaten again and again.
He didn't have much time, and didn't know how long Ye Chen could defend for him. He urgently needed to cut off the demon son and recover the blood debt in the shortest time.
The demon son was afraid, felt the breath of death, and did not dare to fight again.
"Where to go?" Xiao Chen stepped forward, and the demon son who had just entered the stage was dragged back again.
"Save me." The Demon God roared, roared madly, called the strong, and if he fights again, he will die.
Don't say, he shouted, it really touched many people.
More evil evil Tianjiao came, one after another.
Those demon evils are all families that have made friends with the demon tribe. If the demon son of the demon tribe kills the war body, it must be a great achievement and a wanted bounty.
The most important thing is fame. It will be a glory to be able to step on the blood and bones of the war.
Hope is still beautiful, reality is nonsense.
The body of the war is not without helpers, he has a goalkeeper, and is also a fierce and overbearing goalkeeper.
Ye Chen's nagging, he kept coming, from one to seven, to one to eight, one to nine, one to ten ....
He possessed the heavens and the earth, created a war spear in his hands, widened and closed, and danced to the utmost, and the Son of God was flying all over the sky.
Seeing him so fierce, more sons came to the sky, there were more than thirty statues on the front and back, killing weapons, mysteries, maps, boxing shadows, and palm prints.
Ye Chen frowned and was under pressure.
The picture is a little bit blasted, and the goddess who was flying by it can no longer be described in terms of it. It has to be a movie, one after another, but the group is killed.
This heaven and earth is turbulent, covered by gorgeous mysteries, magical instruments and swords are scattered all over the sky, blood is poured, all colors are present, and each strand represents a line of inheritance.
"This ... this is the real evil!" The onlookers swallowed, and the heart tremor was too strong.
"One person picks thirty sons, which has refreshed the record of the Eucharist outside the ancient city of Donghuang in the past!"
"This time, I should go back to my ancestral home with my family." Nandi could not help but sigh, with a profound expression. "Running to Ximo to listen to the law, I actually met such a cruel character, I don't know who it is, it's too depressing."
"I can't beat him anyway." Xiao Jiuxian drummed his mouth and said, "I have never seen anything like this."
The war was fierce. Tianjiao, who had never participated in the war, looked at it that way and did not mean to help.
They did not want to help, but wanted to borrow those people's hands to force Ye Chen's card in order to break his identity.
It is embarrassing that instead of forcing Ye Chen's identity, the thirty godsons went up. Instead, Ye Chen was flying all over the sky. The picture was really scary.
"The descendants of this house are so amazing." At this moment, even the old guys on Lingshan were shocked. Ye Chenzhiqiang has refreshed their shocking bottom line. Such descendants are unparalleled and overbearing.
"Holy Lord, can you break that person's identity." Many people look to one side, it is a Buddha, with majestic treasures, kind eyes, bright light, strong mentality, quiet eyes, vast and profound, imperative The Dharma is extraordinary.
This man, needless to say, is the Lord Shakyam of Ximo, and today he is talking about Dharma.
According to time, he should have started speaking.
Who would have thought that many younger generations outside Lingshan had started a war.
As a quasi-Emperor Buddha, he did not get angry, but instead became a spectator consciously.
As for the Quartet's eyes, he only smiled and looked at Ye Chen quietly. The Buddha's eyes were also stunning and more profound, as if it was known who Ye Chen was, but he hadn't broken it.
Seeing him like this, many old guys were not easy to ask, old eyes stared at the mountain again, looking at Ye Chen.
As they watched, it happened that the prince of Phoenix rushed forward.
The shawl shed, his teeth gritted, and his countenance turned mad. He had lost his mind like a mad dog.
A bronze furnace rushed out of his body, a terrible weapon, a holy king soldier, powerful.
However, although the instrument is terrible, it is even better.
Just like Ye Chen, it was a mess, the war spear was still used as a stick, and the copper furnace was turned out, and the holy king-level copper furnace was annihilated and almost cracked.
The magic weapon was damaged, and the phoenix godson was also backed by terror, turned over, and his throat was sweet and blood was spraying wildly.
The protoss and the demons are combined to kill to death, one is pinching the handprints, the other is a fist shadow, both of which have no magical powers, and all are killing creatures.
Ye Chen coldly hummed, suddenly raised his stick, and directly opened his head.
The demon son knelt, and even the people brought the seal directly to heaven.
"It's up to you." Ye Chen drank coldly, turned his hand, and was absolutely unparalleled, swept across the sky toward the protoss of the Protoss.
Of course, at this moment, he suddenly felt the coldness of his back, the murderous spirit was prominent, and the stinging sacred body was painful.
In the light of fire, he suddenly retracted his stick and slumped sideways.
The next moment, a black sword killing crickets manifested, stabbing past the ghost mask wearing his face.
The sword blew, the killer was too strong, and the mask broke on the spot.
Ye Chen was really stunned, but it was a pan-fry pan.
"I'm not mistaken!" Too many people exclaimed.
"The Eucharist is still alive?" The expressions of the onlookers all became wonderful at the same time. "How is this possible? It was previously rumored that he had not died in the earth? A lot of people saw what was happening.
"So many people in Nanyu are fighting so much that they want to move the people. Wanted, nine quasi-perfect emperors and nine princely soldiers haven't killed him yet. Is he psychic?"
"Wans are wanted, even the Devourer is destroyed, and the Eucharist is alive. This is awesome."
"No wonder there is such a mighty combat power, I should have guessed long ago." Both the emperor and the emperor shook their heads and smiled.
"I don't know if Jinwu and Xunpeng knew if they would return from their ancestral land, so the huge battle still didn't kill the desolate ancient holy body."
"Good boy, after the battle, be cleared together." Bei Shengmei's eyes flickered, and there was a flash of crimson on her cheeks. I ran out of clothes, and I still remember it.
"I'll just say it!" Xiao Jiuxian smiled grinfully, Ling Che's big eyes flickered, followed by a crescent shape.
"There was a stubbornness." Prince Baihu coughed and looked around at Qinglong and Xuanwu.
"No wonder." The crowd smiled and shook their heads.
"It ’s really a god!" They also grinned. "There is no death outside the ancient city of Donghuang, there is no death in the ancient ruins, and no deaths are even wanted by the ten thousand people. As for life-saving means, it is his mother to serve the ancient saints. Body, Xiaoqiang's life, I'm not going to die. "
"Live, you are still alive." The princes of the Phoenix and the protoss of the tribe laughed with a smirk, some perverted smiles, angry Ye Chen was alive, and excited that Ye Chen was still alive, because they could revenge unbridled to make up for the regrets of the past .
"Very good." The fairy godson smirked, his eyes were bright and fiery, and he was excited and anxious to go mad. The Eucharist is still alive, and he still hopes to win six fairy eyes.
"It's actually an ancient holy body." In another piece of sky, Xiao Chen was a little stunned, so that the halberd hesitated also hesitated for a minute, and also showed stunning colors.
"When did I have such old friends." Xiao Chen was puzzled, confessing that he had never intersected with the ancient Eucharist.
"This is impossible." It was the sound of blood vomiting, but it was the demon of the demon tribe that just reshaped the body. When he heard that Ye Chen was still alive, a spurt of blood spurted out on the spot, the body cracked again, and the time roared, hysterically.
Look at the old guy on Lingshan, his face is also wonderful.
As early as during the war, they were speculating about Ye Chen's identity. Anyone might have thought about it, but they did not expect the dead Eucharist to be seen. It is embarrassing to see it now.
At this moment, Ye Chen, the protagonist, looked indifferent, like a statue standing still.
His conscious eyes stared at the sky, as if he could see a puppet figure through nothingness. He is like a ghost, and he can be described as a ghost.
That was the body of silence, and the sword that had previously killed him was from the body of silence. Kill a blow.
If he hadn't responded fast enough, most of his head had been punctured and killed instantly, it would not be impossible.
"It really surprised my king." Silent smirk, a pair of lonely eyes, like a bottomless abyss, shining with dim light, make people stunned.
"Someday, I will chop you with my own hands." Ye Chen gave a faint whisper, his expression remained the same.