Chapter 1586: One enemy

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The rumbling sounded, the sky was pale, and the world was turbulent.
A sturdy Guanghong shot from Ye Chen's Tian Ling Gai, inserted directly into the night supper, poking the sky out of the cave.
The rolling evil spirits, raging on, swept the world, bloodthirsty tyrannical floods, and subverted the world.
He got up, his shape changed, his eyebrows depicting ancient divine patterns, his blood was flying, his eyes were vast, he swallowed the heavens, extinguished the stars, and performed chaos.
Throughout the world, with him as the center, an inch of ice formed, a land of no delusion, starting from the soles of his feet, spreading to the Quartet, a vision of floods and famines appeared.
He is like a worldly demon, as heavy as a mountain, Tao is intertwined with chaos, and the law dances with thunder.
"So ... what is that state, what Ye Chen did." The monks of the Quartet were shocked, unable to withstand Ye Chen's pressure, and couldn't hold the monstrous spirit, and backed up.
"Obviously quasi-sacred, it is so overbearing."
"Is it demonized? But he has no blood!"
"Non-enchantment is the limit of blood succession." An older monk exclaimed, his expression shocked, unbelievable.
"Limit of blood following? What?" The young monk looked at the old guy beside him.
"That is the state of the blood that is very close to sublimation. Regardless of the doctrine, mana, speed, or power, it will instantly rise to an unimaginable level."
"To be more precise, it should be a state that is almost immortal." Some old guys took a hard breath, and they were shocked by their state of mind.
"No ... not dead or hurt?" Sifang immediately burst into an uproar.
"Not everyone can open the blood to follow the limit. This state is very mysterious. Being able to open for the first time does not mean that it will be the second time. It depends on the chance."
"Even the source of the Eucharist has been handed over, Ye Chen can still force the blood to continue the limit, his evil spirits are against heaven." Too many people were shocked, their hearts were shaking.
"Ye Chen, I really despise you." On the throne, the gods of the Celestial Family and Fengxian all gritted their teeth, as if they knew how Ye Chen was at this moment.
The limit of blood following, the limit of blood, those who can open this state, just pick one out, all are against the sky.
They, who are superior, have no such honor, but their archenemy has opened up.
They were very dissatisfied and unwilling to be crushed by Ye Chen's talent again. This was a shame and shame.
They were shocked, they were furious, but they were also excited.
It was too simple to chop Ye Chen, which was really tasteless.
Today, Ye Chen has opened the blood relay limit, which is a bit of a challenge, which has given them great interest.
"My lord wants to see if the blood following limit is really immortal and kill me." Fairy son and Fengxian and others raised their hands and pointed at Ye Chen.
The words fell, the sky behind them burst into pieces.
Then, the clouds rolled out, rolling up a series of people's silhouettes, either flying on the sword, or driving in the clouds, or riding a spirit beast, or driving a chariot.
There are tens of thousands of them, all of them are the followers of the fairy gods. Among them, those who are the weakest are quasi-sacred, and there is no shortage of quasi-sacred kings.
Tens of thousands of people, black and overwhelming, overwhelming, like a black ocean, swept across Ye Chen.
"Blood debt and blood compensation." Ye Chen hissed, blood tears crisscrossed, rushing to death, sweeping the monstrous demons.
"A quasi-sacred level, no magical soldiers, no blood, no real fire, no sky mines, no fairy eyes, no magical instruments, what a waste like you, even if you open the blood relay limit."
The one who rushed to the front was a big man with a fierce face and a dragon knife in his hand. He was a saint. Ling Tian's sword was a hegemony. He would kill Ye Chen with a single blow.
Ye Chen rushed face to face, stubbornly resisted the sword, killed him in an instant, and directly tore the Han.
"I rely on it, a student enshrines a saint." The Quartet trembled, and he couldn't help looking at it.
Although the big man died, his dragon sword was taken away by Ye Chen, and swept away, and those who rushed were cut off. Whether it was the flesh or the Yuanshen, they were all dead.
"Kill." The black silhouette, the successor to follow, either pinch the seal or hold the weapon.
"The one who blocks me is dead." Ye Chen growled and shook the sky.
He held a blood-stained dragon knife in his hand, like a madman, chopping left and right all the way, there was no rule at all.
He doesn't dodge, dodge, or defend, but any blocker can't stop him from killing the sword, and his combat power is unmatched.
The picture was bloody, a blood path was killed by Ye Chensheng, and blood and bones spread behind him, and blood stained the sky.
The blood following boundary is immortal and unharmed. Although there is no soldier to help, although there is no source of the Eucharist, this overbearing state has given him sufficient capital to slaughter all the way.
With a lineup of nearly 10,000 people, no one can block his way. When he goes up, he is slaughtered.
This world has become blood red, with broken limbs, cranial bodies, and artifact fragments, all over the sky.
"This ... Is this a quasi-san?" The monk of the Quartet trembled, his heart trembling, his face pale and bloodless.
"Ten thousand people! The weakest is Xiusheng, and there is no shortage of quasiholy kings, but he can't stop him."
"After the blood is opened, it will not die or hurt, it will be difficult to stop the enemy!" The sound of horror gathered into the tide.
"Sacrifice and kill him, kill him." In the horror, angrily shook the world. A killing array was sacrificed together, reviving the power of silence and sweeping towards Ye Chen.
puff!
Blood splattered and Ye Chen was bombarded in half of her body.
Of course, Xue Ji's limit was immortal, healed with resilience, and his broken physical body recovered instantly.
kill!
Ye Chen sounded like a thunder, a pair of black eyes, staring at the throne at the end of the figure, the people who rushed were ignored, the dragon blade was chopped, and flesh flew.
Fight!
All the heavenly figures were shot, or magical tools, or map kill swords, overwhelmingly overwhelmed.
The sky was crushed and collapsed, and the sky and the earth were pale.
Ye Chen was not afraid. He regretted his body, the sword moved, and a hundred-foot-long sword appeared.
He is really like a world demon, bathed in blood, walking on the mountain of corpses, flowing the sea of ​​blood, fighting battles, breaking the sky, and crying.
The sky is full of fear, and the sword-shaking hands are shaking. He is too strong, just like the of killing in hell.
"The one who blocks me is dead." Ye Chen rushed to kill Kulai, swept the monstrous magic evil, and swallowed up the world, sounding like an ancient thunder, and the sky was booming.
Pieces of people fell down, pieces of people's shadows turned into flying ash, and were crushed by the monstrous demons.
This is a bloodless picture of lawlessness.
Nearly ten thousand people were killed and defeated, and he was forced to retreat by himself. No one dared to step forward to Yingfeng.
"A bunch of waste." The soul tribe snorted hummingly, ascended to the sky, and went straight to Ye Chen to kill.
But seeing his whole body suddenly manifested nine chains of order, each haunting thunder, like a snake.
That was the soul-locking chain, full of runes, aimed at the Primordial God. Once locked, the true body was banned.
Wow! Wow!
The impact of the iron chain sounded, and the spirit tribe son moved.
The nine soul-locking chains were sacrificed together and shot at Ye Chen.
Seeing that it was the Son of the Soul Race, Ye Chen slashed a blood path with a knife and went straight to the Son of the Soul Race to kill him.
The soul-locking chain was crushed on the spot and engulfed by the evil spirit.
The soul tribe was backswept, and Teng took a step back, and then spit out blood.
"Suppress this king." The soul tribe roared, firing a beam of light from his heart, but a magic weapon.
A careful look is a respected tripod, more precisely, Ye Chen's chaotic tripod, Ling Tian is coming.
The funny thing is that the Chaos Ding Fly flew to half, and then turned back, overwhelming the soul tribe.
The Quartet wanted to laugh and use Ye Chen's tripod to suppress Ye Chen. Is your brain getting into the water?
The soul tribe vomits blood, and is not hurt lightly and suffocated.
It wasn't water in his head that he was kicked by the donkey.
Chaos tripod has not been refined, so he killed Ye Chen to suppress it, but that is the owner of Chaos tripod.
It was a good time. One was inattentive. He was forced to return to the carbine and his flesh was crushed.
Ye Chen killed him, and he was as heavy as a mountain.
The soul tribe kneel on the spot, and before the body was stabilized, the powerful body was crushed into a pool of flesh.
"Save me." The soul tribe drew out the Yuanshen and did not dare to fight again, and fled to the fairy tribe.
He was scared, really scared, and his eyes were scared.
He is a saint, but he was defeated within three strokes.
It is ridiculous that his opponent has nothing, only the blood following the limit, which makes him unable to compete.
"The old man's finger counted, and that man was running away to give people a head." Among the spectators, the old guys started to put on the magic stick again, and his face was meaningful.
"Waste." The Devil God Son and the God Son God Son sneered, ascending the sky one by one, killing them together.
The two of them divided up the source of the Eucharist, and their blood and blood were as powerful as the sea.
It is for this reason that they let them be indignant and want to chop Ye Chen to the heart of Yi Xue.
Ye Chen straddled the empty sky, and the chaotic tripod hanging from his head has turned into a killing sword and cut to the soul son.
His dark eyes were dim, his form was scary, and his combat power was even scarier.
The soul tribe was slashed by a sword, the Yuanshen was fragmented, and the soul almost flew away, fleeing.
"Let's die!" The demon son was full of maggots. First he killed, holding the magic sword, Ling Tian cut off.
Ye Chen did not dodge or dodge, but still attacked the soul tribe.
Because of his non-defense, he was chopped with a sword by the demon son, from the top of his head to the soles of his feet, he was chopped out of a blood puppet, almost split by the devil son.
Blood splattered, and through the wound, his dark blood bones were visible, and the scalp was numb.
Ye Chen stubbornly resisted a sword and killed the soul tribe. The palm of his hand covered the scriptures, and the sky was depressed.
The soul tribe suddenly turned around, full of blood, full of madness, and his eyebrows shot continuously.
Each of these gods is wrapped with a magic weapon: copper furnace, sword killer, bead, treasure seal, and one statue is like a bright star. There are hundreds of them. At the same time, they hit Ye Chen. .
However, although there are many instruments, it is difficult to stop Ye Chen's palm.
The cracking sound of the treasure rang, and the pieces fell into pieces.
The protection that the soul tribe had gathered together was broken by Ye Chen, and Yuanshen became transparent on the spot.
Ye Chen waved the Chaos Sword and cut out the Galaxy.