Chapter 1643: Doom of War

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The resurgence of the war, the thunderous sound like thunder, shaking Jiuxiao.
One party is an ancestor of the four races, a true quasi-perfect emperor, with a line of inheritance, which is a powerful engine for one party.
One side is the ancient Eucharist, but in reality it is a mortal, but it is an anarchy that borrows the power of its predecessors.
The battle was fierce, with one hit and blood rain pouring.
The blood-stained sky, the pieces collapsed, the visions of annihilation were frequent, the stars were dying, and the sun was losing its light.
Everyone looked up, including the spectators, including the four ethnic armies, including the monks in heaven and the destruction of heaven.
One person singled out four quasi-perfect emperors, how magnificent the scene was.
The vast sky is covered by the magic and the sea of ​​blood, the blood is like the rain of the sky, and the fairy is like the light of the last days.
The four quasi-perfect emperors are like demons, bathing in this holy blood, Ye Chenhuang's ancient sacred body that was beaten time and time again cracked.
Ye Chen is powerful and overbearing.
Similarly, he was bathed in the blood of four quasi-perfect emperors, such as the God of War, and like a lunatic, regardless of cost.
His warfare was invincible, and the emperor's evil spirit was manifested.
The four quasi-perfect emperors changed color, I do not know where Ye Chen's evil spirit came from. This is only true if he has fought with the emperor.
Ye Chen's war situation is far beyond their imagination. The supreme attack and destruction are deadly.
This is also because it is in the heavens and the world. If four people are placed in Dachu, Ye Chen may not be able to hold it.
Fighting with the emperor and slaughtering the emperor is the highest honor and the highest understanding. He touched the peak of the aisle, even if he was a quasi-empire, it was embarrassing.
He didn't know the pain, and the deadline was approaching. In the final battle, he had already seen through it and was about to end in glory.
His state of mind has transformed again. There is a little mysterious power in the attack, and a punch will blow the Jundi.
"What the is he?" The four quasi-perfect emperors gritted their teeth and twisted their faces, terrifying.
Ye Chen's vitality was so tenacious that they made them mad. The four-on-one lineup was so miserable.
"This ... how is this possible." The four monks highlighted their eyes, their pupils tightened, their eyes were incredible.
That's Zhundi! They are still four respects, and they are not as good as Ye Chen. Instead of being suppressed, they are beaten miserably.
"This record of the Eucharist is the crown of the ancient and the modern." The Quartet kept horrifying, and his heart was beating.
"The heroes of the world." Too many women, the eyes of the waves, perfectly fit the hero in their hearts.
"One pick and four still prevail, the prestige of the desolate ancient Eucharist is not a false pass." The old fisherman booed.
"Ye Chen, if you die, do you still have to suffer alone?" Tears of fifty million people in tears filled the sky.
"Looking at him reminds me of an unyielding back." Tian Yan's eyes were full of nostalgia.
"God of war punished the heavens." With the vicissitudes in Di Ming's smile, he seemed to think of ancient things, and his old eyes were still a little bit stunned.
"Both are the same God of War, but they are also the same God of War." Tian Yan could not help but sigh and slowly looked away.
When he said nothing, he saw a figure falling into the sky, smashing the scarlet earth into a deep pit.
After that, three figures fell one after another, blood splattered into the sky, and the ground was turbulent, cracking inch by inch.
The four-on-one lineup, four prospective emperors, failed.
Ye Chen was also severely damaged. The powerful sacred body was almost disabled, with numerous scars. Chanchan's bones were exposed, stained with holy blood, and every gully was shocking.
The Euphorbia was blood-stained, and the gods were buzzing, just like him.
"Fengxian, take your life." Ye Chen screamed like a thunder, holding his war halberd, dragging his body, and killed Fengxianer, to kill the enemy before he died.
"Stop ... stop him, give it to me, stop him." Fengxian hissed, retreating more than a few times.
All the three races retired, only the Phoenix sage, who clenched his teeth and had dozens of feet, all of whom killed their heads.
"The one who blocks me is dead." Ye Chen was killed, rushed to the foremost saint, and was shot out with a single palm, and the screams were saved.
The remaining sages burned sperm, and actuated the magic weapon very close.
God trembled and became huge, standing in the sky, colliding all the way, the big saint was crushed by the sky.
Ye Chen entered the enemy's formation, and there were no tricks at all. The war halberds were lifted, the war halberds fell, and a great holy holy blood god.
A blood path was killed, and he rushed into the virtual sky where Fengxian was, and the blockers disappeared into silence.
"Old ancestor, save me." Fengxian screamed in horror, calling the Phoenix ancestors as well.
"Blood debt and blood compensation." Ye Chen raised the blood-stained halberd.
It was an overwhelming blow. It melted thousands of secret methods, which was enough to split the heavens and the earth, which was his highest attack.
When this halberd falls, his resentment with Fengxian for centuries will really end, and the dust will return to the dust.
The sky was exploded and turned into a place of chaos.
Of course, before the halberd actually fell, a faint fairy light shot from the side, carrying a mighty power to destroy the world, all the way through the virtual sky.
It was the immortal sweeped by the emperor. The ancestors of the Phoenix clan moved the emperor soldiers, urging the phoenix mirror to destroy the world.
puff!
The holy blood immediately splashed, Ye Chen was punched through the holy body, fell into the sky, and the ground was smashed by turbulence.
The chaos is buzzing, and it is difficult to block the emperor's weapon. The divine light is annihilated, and the blood-stained halberd also flies out and inserts it obliquely in the ground.
"Suppress me." The ancestors of the previously defeated Demon Clan also boarded Xutian, moved the Demon Emperor's Demon Bead, and the rules of Emperor Tao flew, and Ling Tian pressed to Ye Chen.
"Dead!" The old ancestor of the monster tribe was so angry that he revived the Tianhu, the imperial town of the monster tribe, and Diwei appeared, and he was urged to cover Ye Chen.
"Fighting." The ancestors of the tribe were furious and poured mana into the Emperor's Heavenly Sword, reviving the Emperor's power.
Ye Chenfang stood up and was crushed by three imperial soldiers, with powerful holy bones, one after the other.
Unyielding, he sacrificed the source of the Eucharist, straightened his waist stiffly, rolled his blood, and surged.
"Kill." With a roar from the soul, he rushed into the sky, blasted the heavenly sword with a fist, turned his palm, and lifted the Zhentian pot, the demon's emperor magic bead, and He kicked him into the sky.
This picture is lawless, petrified by monks from the Quartet.
That's the Imperial Soldier! Those are the four Supreme Emperors!
The emperor's destiny tools are all cast by immortal iron, and embody the Tao of the emperor, who would dare to regret it.
However, Ye Chen did it, regretting the soldiers with bare hands.
The three parties exploded in the sky, and were crushed by the emperor's tools that flew out. Even Emperor Guang also dimmed a lot.
But there was still the imperial hum, which was the Phoenix phoenix mirror, which swept out the fairy awns and penetrated Ye Chen for the second time.
Ye Chen fell into the void again, and the holy blood filled the sky.
This time, his form changed, the sacred lines of his eyebrows slowly dissipated, and the blood-stained black hair turned into snow-white, golden eyes, and lost its light.
The death was raging, and the Holy Light was annihilated. He became old, and the monk breathed away, and became a mortal again.
"Catch it, give it to me." Seeing Ye Chen's fighting power disappear, the impatiens in the rear roared like a mad dog, without any trace of the princess.
"The one who catches it, the one who catches it for me." The ancestors of the four races also growled, their hair spreading like a demon.
Today, the faces of the four races are all lost because of Ye Chen.
Even if he is going to die, they will not let it go, and nail him to the stone pillar with thousands of swords in order to dispel hatred.
The army of the four ethnic groups surrounded them from the four sides, but they approached carefully, because they were too afraid of Ye Chen.
Under the eyes of everyone, Ye Chen, an old man, got up hard, and staggered up. The old eyes were turbid and chaotic, without any glance or light.
The final battle of Huiguanghuizhao will end.
In the howling wind, he shook, and raised the battle flag of Da Chu high with only one hand left.
The yellow sand is flying and the battle flag is fierce. He is like an old monument to stand at the end of life.
This heaven and earth, at this instant, turned into solitude.
Everyone was looking at Ye Chen, his limit was reached.
"Chu Xuan, Chu Ling, I miss you." Ye Chen's lips trembled, her words were hoarse and silent, and her vicissitudes of tiredness and blindness seemed to see the two shadows.
"Lao Qi." The yak and others snarled, trying to rush over, but was bound by the fishing lame and couldn't move.
Hey!
The sigh of death was sighing, and he turned his head and couldn't bear to look again.
what.....!
The monks snarled, and the numbers were blinded by blood and tears, one by one violently crashing into the sky-empty barrier.
Hey!
There are many regrets between heaven and earth, full of sadness.
A doomsday war has finally come to the end of life, and in the years, it will turn into historical dust.
What he left to the world is just a myth known as a legend, which has been passed down from generation to generation.
boom!
In the tens of thousands of silence, a booming noise suddenly sounded.
The voice was too loud, and it shook the heavens and the earth.
A breath called Dachu spreads infinitely.