Chapter 385: Save people

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boom! boom!
With the two mountain peaks crashing down, Haotian Shiyue and the old man in purple were shaken to the void.
Huh! Huh! Huh!
With the shooting of a rainbow of gods, more than a dozen people wearing yin and yang robes immediately surrounded them in the center.
"Run? Why don't you run away." A young man with purple hair, led by those dozens, looked at Haotian Shiyue and the old man in purple, "Give all the things you should hand in, and I can give you a happy life . "
"You are delusional." Haotian Shiyue snorted coldly, her figure was sloppy, and there was blood spilling from her mouth. There was also a sword mark on the jade shoulder. Heal.
The old man in purple next to her was even more miserable, with countless bloodstains, and blood and bones had been exposed in many places. The most scary thing was his chest, and there was a sensible blood hole.
"Sister Shiyue, why are you doing this?" Zifa Youth showed his white teeth, and his eyes were full of wicked light. "Your Haotian family is like this now. What else can you fight with my yin and yang family? You have come from me, brother I will treat you well. "
"You dream less." The old man in the purple robe burst out in anger.
"Dead to the point of death, but the mouth is hard." The young man with purple hair burst into a cold mang, "kill me this old thing."
His words fell, and more than a dozen people killed the old man in purple, but the young man with purple hair turned to Haotian Shiyue with an obscene look.
"Old Yang." Seeing this, Haotian Shiyue hurried forward.
"Sister Shiyue, your opponent is me." The young man with purple hair blocked Haotian's Shiyue, and there was a twinkling light of evil.
"Get away." Haotian Shiyue sullenly, Yunxia gathered in the palm of her hand, and patted it to the youth with purple hair.
"Give shame to your face." Zifa Youth uttered a torture, and did not retreat, but also launched with one palm.
boom!
When the two palms collided, Haotian Shiyue was shocked on the spot, and a spit of blood spit out, her face paled to the extreme instantly.
Huh!
The young man with purple hair looks like a ghost. Haotian Shiyue has not yet stopped his body, and he is wounded again. He is flung out with a single blow from the young man with purple hair, and he vomits blood more than once during the flight.
"I don't have time to waste time with you." Zifa Youth looked cold, took out a killing sword with his hand, and passed Changhong with a sword, approaching Haotian Poem Moon.
"Miss." Over there, the old man in purple is trying to come to the rescue, but was blocked by a dozen people on the other side.
"Is it over?" During the flight, Haotian Shiyue smiled tiredly, bleeding from her mouth, her eyes became hazy and murmured, "Father, mother, Shiyue may not be able to return."
Of course, at this moment, an arm suddenly appeared, grabbing her waist, and settled on the void.
Feeling the uploaded temperature, Haotian Shiyue made a subconscious sideways look at the person holding her waist. He wore a broken mask, black hair flying, the most dazzling was on his right forehead. Carved with a word of hatred, blood was still seeping at this time.
Suddenly, the picture freezes in this moment, and the young man with the mask is engraved in her eyes instantly.
Huh!
When she was stunned, the sound of the killing sword rang.
When he looked at him, he found that the sword that the young man with purple hair had been stabbed by Ye Chen firmly in his hand, and let the sword kill him, let the young man with purple hair exert his power, Can no longer pierce half a minute.
At this moment, Ye Chen had lifted his feet, and kicked the purple-haired young man out with one kick.
boom!
A dozen feet away, a boulder was smashed and collapsed by the body of a young man with purple hair.
puff!
As soon as he got up, the young man with purple hair spurted out his blood, and his face fell for a moment, staring at Ye Chen, "Who are you?"
"Who do you think I am?" Here, Ye Chen has released Haotian Shiyue and looked at Zifa Youth with interest.
"Let's die!" The Zifa youth screamed, a buzz of light flew out of his heart, and a closer look was a yin and yang roulette, pressing brightly against Ye Chen.
Humph!
Ye Chen sneered, never regressing, without saying a few words, suddenly raising his hand, shaking his hands into a fist, and Bahuang punched into the yin and yang roulette.
boom! Click!
On the spot, the yin and yang roulette flew out, and it was covered with cracks.
"Sorry for the magic weapon by hand." Here, Haotian Shiyue was shocked with eyes, "This man is so good!"
boom! boom! puff!
When she was shocked, Zifa Youth was already miserable. She was unable to stand up by being beaten by Ye Chen. Within five rounds, she became a blood man.
puff!
With the blood splashing, the purple-haired young man who had not stopped his figure was penetrated by the head of Ye Chenfengshen with a sword, and his eyes were highlighted until he died. He had never thought of his spiritual imagination, and he would die like this. Simply crisp.
"Three sons." Those who besieged the old man in purple clothes rushed over, each with a icy killing.
Ye Chen sneered, stepping on the footsteps that were too virtual, killing them like ghosts, Chixiao sword in hand, and constantly shuttled between the people.
The next scene was extraordinarily and shocking. Where Ye Chen was passing, there was a pool of blood, either beheaded, his eyebrows pierced, or healed by a sword. Every death was extremely miserable.
"This ...." This time, it wasn't just Haotian Shiyue, even the old man in purple clothes changed his face, but that was a dozen spiritual realms! Among them is a triple spirit of virtual emptiness, which was killed without any help.
However, where do they know, Ye Chen, who has advanced to the ninth level of the true sun realm, is already qualified to fight against the spiritual realm. Generally, people who are one or two or three in the spiritual realm kill them like play. .
"No ... no no ...." When the two were shocked, the last person was forced by Ye Chen to the rock wall, stunned, and looked at Ye Chen with a look of horror.
Ye Chen strode forward without any mercy, and his shot was straightforward, and Fengshen penetrated the man's skull with a sword.
At this point, more than a dozen spiritual realms in the yin and yang family were spared and all were killed by Ye Chen.
He turned his hands over the Chixiao sword, and Ye Chen began to harvest the loot. A dozen storage bags were consciously put into his sleeve.
You know, he's poor now! He is so poor that he doesn't even have half a spirit stone. He has to get some money, no money and no confidence! Money only makes you feel secure, and that's what he thinks.
Moreover, this sloppy technique is still extremely skillful. Not only did they take away their storage bags, but they also took away all the hangings on their bodies. If Haotian Shiyue was here, he would take them one by one I also picked off my clothes.
After finishing packing, Ye Chen looked at Haotian Shiyue and the old man in purple.
"Thank you for saving your friends." Haotian Shiyue and the old man in purple have bowed their hands in thanks.