Chapter 1642: Heads-up four races

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"Kill him." The army of the four races came to his feet, hissed in unison, and the magical powers and the magical weaponry pattern descended.
"Kill." Ye Chen moved the halberd, and the halberd was overwhelming.
The four strong men who just fled away fell into pieces, their bodies collapsed, Yuanshen was broken, and they were killed by force.
"Shuzi, not ambush yet." A holy king of the protoss came to control the chariot, stabbing Ye Chen with a battle go.
"Go away." Ye Chen's war halberds as a stick, and one halberd smashed the ancient chariot. The holy king of the protoss on it flew on the spot. Before he could stop his figure, Ye Chen stepped on his sole, sad He was trampled into blood with one foot.
At the same time, a holy king of the demons had arrived on the sky, urging one party to have a dark magic seal, and Ling Tian pressed down.
It was a terrible holy warrior, full of ancient runes, sculpted into the wildness, as heavy as a giant mountain.
Ye Chen drank violently, not hiding, not flashing, not defending, resisting with the sacred body, he was still a halberd, smashing the magic seal of that side.
The demon king was backswept, the demon's body exploded, and he stepped back, every time he stepped back, he would step on an empty sky.
Ye Chen rammed and Ling Tian was halted.
The two holy kings of the demon and the phoenix came together, and together they urged a mirror of God to sweep out the light of silence.
Ye Chen was so angry that the golden sea of ​​gods rolled up with chaotic visions, drowned the light of God, and swallowed up the two holy kings.
Only one or two moments before and after, four families of four holy kings were beheaded one after another, and the spectators were shocked, too overbearing.
"Fengxian, take your life." Ye Chen snarled all the way, dancing the halberd frantically, widening and closing, and facing towards each other.
"Sacrifice to kill and destroy him." Fengxian looked away, pointing back at Ye Chen while waving his sword.
She was afraid again, afraid of Ye Chen, a lunatic. This change is too difficult to kill, and she can do too many impossible things.
Xutian lore array buzzed, one by one regaining the might of God, aiming at Ye Chen, sweeping out all the gods of silence.
The vast sky became fragile, it was pierced with piercings, it was too powerful to kill, and its power was destroyed.
Ye Chen was not afraid, pedaling too vainly, straddling Jiuxiao, his combat power was overwhelming, and his speed was even more overwhelming. Like a golden light, many virtual battles could not keep up with his speed.
The blood splattered, and the army of the four races was seeded, killed by their own families, and bombarded one after another. The picture was bloody.
The four great saints, Lengheng, each led their troops, came across the sky, drove the chariot, swept through the clouds and clouds, the momentum was soaring, there were no fewer than a hundred, and the battle was extremely vast.
"The one who stops me is dead." Ye Chen growled, stepped forward, and the halberd smashed, a great saint, chopped to death by a halberd.
"Zoom ... Zhundi's combat power?"
"A great saint! He was slain face-to-face." The old monk was also shocked, and the old body couldn't help trembling.
"The majesty of the Eucharist is still so dangling." In the sky's imagination, the heavens and the heavens were stunned.
"Let us go out." The 50 million monks in Tianting were still roaring, the sound was thunderous, and the sky was shaking.
The Emperor Chu of Chu was lonely on the charge, but they could only watch it, and everyone became a lunatic.
Naturally untouched, he just flicked his hand.
The invisible barrier trembled, but when people didn't go out, there was a fairy light flying out, which was the instinct of Chao Ding and Ye Chen.
Shen Ding buzzed, hit the blood, and hung above Ye Chen's head.
In the last battle of the master, the natal weapon was crazy.
It is simple and natural, manifesting and killing, and the sculpting of the heavenly characters of the armour, arranging by itself, interweaving the sounds of the avenue, many ancient visions illusionized, protecting Ye Chen's body.
The air of chaos also flowed out of the big tripod, and every strand was as heavy as a mountain, blending with the golden sea of ​​God, crushing the sky.
"The one who blocks me is dead." Ye Chen propped up the chaotic world again, spreading to the heavens, forming a figure, crushed into blood mist.
A grand saint came to the stage, performed a secret method, played a great killing technique, wanted to exterminate Ye Chen, and beat him down.
The protector of Chaos Ding smashed the mana in one hit.
Ye Chen struck to death, the golden hand grabbed, the head of the Great Saint was taken away on the spot, and Yuan Shen couldn't escape.
"Belittle him." The ancestor of the Protoss said coldly, trying to kill the emperor, but was stopped by the other three.
"I'll see how much skill he still has." The ancestor of the monster tribe hummed, his face wicked and evil.
"It's just the power of the Eucharist, so you don't need to move the emperor." The ancestor of the Phoenix clan smiled. "It's good to look at it."
"Kill!" As the four of them spoke, Ye Chen gave birth to another saint, and went straight to Fengxian to kill him. His head was chaotic and the sea was chaotic.
"Stop him, stop him." Feng Xianer hissed.
Although it is still far away and there are four Emperor's protectors, they are afraid to retreat, and their hearts tremble.
The strong of the four races are like tides and seas, setting off rough seas.
Ye Chen rushed all the way, bathed in holy light and blood.
He was furious, every drop of holy blood was burning, every inch of holy body was spurting essence.
This was his last charge, and it was his last battle. Even if he died, he could not humiliate his predecessors.
Overlooking Haoyu's sky, he is dazzling in the dark ocean.
The crowd drowned him again and again, but he was rushed out again and again, one after another, but one after another was cut off.
There were more than 10 million monks in the four major races, but none of them could stop him, and he was killed by him alone.
Blood reddened the world, with broken limbs and broken artifacts, falling all over the sky and turning into historical dust.
Behind him was the blood of the corpses, the Great Holy One honored the Blood Deficiency, and the Holy King the most rushed to Huangquan.
"How strong the Eucharist is, more than 10 million monks can't stop him from going alone." The shock continued.
"The bloodline shouldered with the emperor is a myth."
"The prestige of the barbaric ancient Eucharist is all played out." The old guys inhaled fiercely, seeing the blood boiling.
In the tide of argument, the roar extinguished.
The monks of the four clan stopped attacking and gathered together.
Their eyes were full of fear, and they looked at Ye Chen in horror. Even the hand holding the sword couldn't help shaking.
Between heaven and earth, the only thing left was the sound of thumping.
Listen carefully and realize that it is the sound of people walking.
Perhaps the man's body was too heavy, as heavy as a mountain, and every time his feet fell, he stepped on the ground.
That is Ye Chen, the Lord of Heaven, and the emperor of Dachu.
With the yellow sand flying and the wind roaring, he carried the blood-stained halberds and walked step by step. His blood fluttered and the flag of the Great Chu was also rising.
His evil spirit is sky-high, like a war who conquered the universe, as well as a demon who swallowed the sky and destroyed the earth.
On the scarlet earth filled with broken swords and battlefields, his presence resembles a bright dazzling sun.
Looking at the four clans, more than 10 million monks are retreating.
Ye Chen went further, and they took a step back, all afraid of being killed, but none of them dared to step forward to Yingfeng.
What a picture it is, and what kind of power.
More than 10 million monks, but collectively retreated by one person.
The Quartet was shocked. This scene will be imprinted and extolled by the world. It will be an immortal legend.
The heavenly monk's eyes were moist, and the back in the mist was so great and so bleak.
"Kill, kill me." Wan Qianning was interrupted by Fengxian's scolding and ordered the four clans to attack.
However, her orders were not good enough, and no one followed them.
"Kill, kill me." The four ancestors spoke, their voices were like thunder, majestic cold, and trembling in the sky.
Of course, their supreme orders are not good enough.
More than ten million monks, from the Great Holy One to the imperial realm, everyone has been embarrassed and killed by the of war, and has collapsed.
"Asshole." The ancestor of the demon tribe was angry and came to heaven.
"Kill." The demon ancestors, the protoss ancestors and the phoenix ancestors also set off, straddling the virtual sky and attacking and killing.
"Rat generations." Ye Chen smashed his war halberd, killing against the sky.
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