Chapter 1723: real man

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"There isn't much combat power left, but it's more than enough to destroy you." Ye Chen Lengheng, not much nonsense, directly attacked.
"Good breath." The runner Ming will be angry and yelled, stepped across, and walked away, pinching the runner's seal.
In the ninth hall, the other eight mortal generals also killed together.
Obvious group fights, dignified generals, one of the eight saints, and the quasi-sage king, of course, their faces did not turn red.
No way, blame it is too fierce.
After the transfiguration of the body, Tianhe Mingjiang, how arrogant, even he was defeated, one-on-one, who is Ye Chen's opponent.
"It's so lively, I'll wait for a while." The other generals in the seven halls all laughed and moved.
"My mother is obedient, this is shameless!"
Seeing the eight halls of the generals, all pressed in the past, there was a sound of scorn from below, extremely inconsiderate Yan Luo seat under the generals.
Eight quasi-sacred kings and sixty-four sages, but the group is assaulted, this is not only shameless, it is simply faceless.
You know, they are the leaders of the younger generation in the underworld, each with their own pride, always representing Yan Luo in each temple.
But now, they have given up their pride, put aside their supreme reputation, and besieged the quasi-sacred in the sight of the eyes.
This approach not only lost their faces, but also the face of Yan Luo of the Eight Palaces, but they were also lost.
"My mother is really blind." Many women resent.
Beauty loves heroes. In their eyes, the generals under the Yan Luo seat are heroes, but the male gods in their hearts.
But today, the actions of the generals in the temples really disappointed them. Wherever they are heroes, they are a bunch of rats.
Losing is not embarrassing. Victory or defeat is a common practice of soldiers.
Even if you lose, you have to be upright. If you cannot lose your strength, you also lose your character.
For a time, the daughters looked at Ye Chen's gaze, but there was so much admiration. The beautiful eyes were like water, and the eyes were rippled.
Compared to the temple generals, he is a real man, with iron bones, and lonely against the 72 generals, but he has not flinched.
No one in the underworld has such courage.
This is the charm of personality, which can move a woman's heart most, such as Ye Chen, is the true hero in her heart.
"A group of rat generations." In the scornful voice, Ye Chen was so angry that he fisted in all directions and retreated from the front runner.
"Suppression." The other eight gods in the ninth hall were about to kill, and together they urged a killing sword, which was actually a holy king soldier.
The power of killing swords is extremely fierce. One sword strokes the mountains and rivers, one sword splits the world. Rao is Ye Chen's combat power, and he is also stepped back by the pedals.
The sacred blood of the ancient times splashed into the sky, and every strand was dazzling.
If not for Ye Chen's profound heritage, this sword would be enough to split him, and the Eight Great Souls would join forces, and the attack would be terrible.
"Annihilation." The remaining seven palaces will kill, standing full of imaginary heavens, each using their seals and moving the mysterious magical powers.
Either sword awns, or boxing shadows, or horrible artifacts, or banned law formations, volleying down and overwhelming.
The seventy-two mediocre soldiers shot together, how spectacular the scene was, as if covering the sky light curtain, covering Ye Chen.
With such movements, the frightened spectators receded subconsciously.
Eight quasi-sacred kings and sixty-two sages joined forces to attack them. It is impossible to say that they are quasi-sacred.
That sky of heaven collapsed suddenly, only billowing smoke, no more Yechen figure, and the whole thing became dead.
"The Eucharist will not die again this time, Lao Tzu immediately went to eat shit."
Below, an old Ming general scratched his beard, his face was meaningful, not bragging, he really dare to eat shit.
This poisonous oath was issued not only by him, but by too many people like him. If Ye Chen did not die, he could do everything.
"Hey, I'm waiting for my sins!" Each temple will stand in the heavens, shaking their heads and sighing, all full of pity.
In such gestures, the people below them couldn't help sneering.
"It's obviously a rat behavior, but it's a sympathetic gesture. It's really disgusting."
"Everyone is dead, and now he is compassionate, who should I show it to?"
"What about the shameless spirit before? Where have all gone?"
"Good looks, a bunch of good-looking hypocrites."
Visitors, I scolded the temple generals in my heart.
Everyone underestimated the generals, not their understatement, but their ability to disguise.
The temple generals ignored the eyes below, and on the surface there was compassion, but the corners of their lips set off a sneer arc.
Who made Ye Chen too strong, and made them fear, has threatened them seriously, so he must die.
Again, what they want is the result. The so-called process is not important. Faces are gone, and what process is needed.
"I'm weird. Lao Tzu has tricked you into messing with you so much that you want to kill me. I and I have the vengeance of killing my father?" When Zhong Ming was about to cheer, a chirp sounded.
"Did not die yet?" The temple condescended suddenly.
"Let's hang it!" The spectators below were also shocked, their eyes were highlighted, and they looked at the sky in disbelief unbelievably.
But seeing the sky, the billowing smoke continued to disperse.
Then, a prototype of a person slowly emerged.
That's Ye Chen, stepping out of the sky, Xu is too heavy, so that every time the soles of the feet fall, they step on the virtual sky.
His long hair is gold-colored, with nine stripes on his brows, intertwined with the exclusive pattern.
His eyes, too, are golden-colored, deep and boundless, and have endless avenues, evolving within them.
He opened the domineering body, his combat power reached the peak, and the majestic power, such as the ocean and the sea, was powerful enough to swallow the Badlands.
"How could it be that this wouldn't die?" The spectators swallowed, their eyes were unbelievable, and their look petrified.
"And his momentum, climbing more than one level."
"What happened, how could it become so powerful."
"What kind of evil is it anyway." The generals of the temples were also shocked, not calm, and Ye Chen's strength was far beyond their expectations.
"Never played yet!" Ye Chen pulled out a mace and twisted his neck fiercely.
"Never die, I'll hit you again." It was the runner General who drank aloud and the first one came over.
After that, the eight meditation generals in the ninth hall, and other meditation generals in the other halls also set off, and Ye Chen must not be left alive.
"A group of rat generations." Ye Chen hissed like a thunderous eternal thunder, stepped out, and killed him in front of the runner.
The runner changed his look, and he didn't see Ye Chen's figure clearly. Such a speed was beyond the scope of his capture.
At the time of the electric light fire, he retreated hurriedly, his heart was afraid. Ye Chen today is too weird, and his momentum is depressing.
"Where to go." Ye Chen killed him instantly, without saying a few words. He smashed the stick, and the void was crushed.
The runner will kneel, and when he meets, Ye Chen blasts his body, and the blood mist dazzles the sky.
The spectators were shocked, and the generals in the temples were shocked.
That is the runner, the first master under the runner throne. The authentic quasi-sacred king, when face to face, was smashed by a quasi-sacred class. How powerful is Ye Chen!
"Suppression." During the talk, the eight lords of the ninth hall had arrived, and once again joined forces, the sacred king Wang Lingtian was cut.
"Get out." Ye Chen slaps his stick, and resists the Holy King Sword.
At the beginning of the snoring, the Holy King Sword was turned over by the shock, the sword body burst and cracked, and the whole body of God's light was extremely annihilated.
If you look at it, the eight great generals who moved it are miserable. Each body bursts, rolls out, and vomits blood.
"Let's die!" Ling Tianyi, the first mutilator under the throne of the city, pierced through nothingness, integrated the metamystic method, pointed directly at Ye Chenyuan Shen, and wanted to slay Ye Chen's true body.
His finger was terrible, and blood splattered.
Of course, it wasn't Ye Chen who was pierced with a finger, but a motto in the seventh hall. He didn't know what happened.
This is thanks to Ye Chen, who moved the sky and changed the ground.
He didn't worry about it, but the general was miserable, and was so confused that he was killed by a finger.
"Dammit." The first mourn under the throne of the city would sneer.
"You it." A cold voice sounded, Ye Chen swept the sky, killed him in front of him, and raised a mace.
Alright! The first general under the throne of the city was smashed into the head by a stick, and Yuan Shen fled, and Ye Chen suppressed it with one hand.
Seeing this, each temple will be swarmed up, and supernatural powers will come out frequently.
Ye Chen coldly hummed, suddenly opened up the chaos vision, summoned the golden sea of ​​God, the two are intertwined, and there is also the chaos Tao brand.
Suddenly, the sky was full of people, and Hula fell into a shadow.
There were so many bad luck generals who were swallowed up by Ye Chen's golden deep sea in the fall, leaving no residue.
"It's all fun." Ye Chen laughed, all over the world.
His tactics, there is no rule at all, only hands and sticks, whoever goes where and where, the mace in his hands messed up.
Everywhere, there was a man flying and his body burst.
Everywhere, there was blood shed, and the picture was very bloody.
This is a lawless picture, too scary.
The spectators opened their mouths and did not speak for a long time.
That's seventy-two ghosts! Eight quasi-sacred kings and sixty-four sages were swept by the sky.
Ye Chen's strength has been seriously unconventional, making people feel that he is not a quasi-sage, but a holy king.
"Go." The first general under the eunuch's throne first persuaded and dragged his body, withdrew from the battle circle, and walked away.
"Let's go?" Ye Chen sneered, three or five across.
"Do you really want to endlessly die?" The elder under the throne drunk heavily, his eyes flushed, and his forehead was exposed.
"Have you simmer the soup?" Ye Chen cursed, sending it to the sky with one stick, and the flesh had turned into a mist.
There was only one Yuan Shen, which was sealed into a copper furnace by Ye Chen.
The temple generals, wherever there is a mental confrontation, fled.
They wanted to leave, but Ye Chen didn't do it, and he had killed his red eyes. Each temple would flee in front, and he chased after.
Once you catch up, don't say anything, let's talk about it with a mallet.
After opening the domineering body, his combat power and speed have completely surpassed the palace generals. This is an absolute suppression.
No matter a sage or a quasi-sacred king, no one can hold him a stick, a blood flower, blooming on the sky.