Chapter 982

The sound was so flat that it spread only half the earth, and many people didn't even hear it. Just from the sound, we can see that his cultivation is not strong, far less than Yunchen and Yunji, but ye Chen's pupil shrinks at the moment he hears the speech.

"Who? Who's talking like crazy

Qingchuan cherry gazed.

A young man, dressed in a gorgeous black robe with star patterns and like a silver dragon, was ancient, solemn and solemn. He was like a king of the world. He was carrying his hands and strolling under a group of young babies.

Many people are familiar with the robes and clothes of the young people. They are the clothes of the God of Lingxiao holy land. The youth's breath is not strong either. It is the same level as Yunlan, the great God of jinwumen, even less than half a step of the fairyland.

"Lingxiao Shenzi?"

Several ancestors of heishuimen were surprised and blurted out.

"Is he the son of the sky god? The son of Lingxiao Zhenxian? Even jinwumen has fallen down. As a little son of a real immortal, he still dares to challenge Ye Zhenxian? "

When the crowd couldn't help laughing, ye Chen turned his head slowly and looked at the young man in the robe of the God of Lingxiao holy land. His face was dignified to the extreme.

"Lingxiao Shenzi, how did he come?"

At the moment when he saw the black robed youth, the Yuanying friars of Penglai Xianshan and fumozong frowned. When Lingxiao Shenzi was born, he once drove to several stars and took away some of their descendants. For example, the three ancestors of heishuimen saw the fourth ancestor of heishuimen, and they were standing behind the black robed youth with great respect.

However, what puzzled the heishuimen three ancestors was that their four younger martial brothers bowed their heads and bowed to the utmost, and looked at the black robed youth as if they looked at a God.

"It's a big problem!"

Several heishuimen ancestors, in the heart are slightly trembling.

They tried every possible means to conceal the fact that the fourth ancestor took refuge in the son of Lingxiao God. It was expected that ye Chen was so powerful that he was no match for the real immortal sect in the alien Star River. Lingxiao Shenzi should hide in the corner of the abandoned star region and shiver, or even escape to the alien Star River. He would never come.

Who could have thought that he would dare to jump out to challenge Ye Chen.

"It's unwise of Ye Zhenxian to be so strong in the world that he could only be challenged by a son of God?"

"Although Lingxiao Shenzi is the parent-child of Lingxiao real immortal, it is expected that the strongest one is not more than the young master Yunchen of jinwumen. In terms of scale and strength, jinwumen is ten times the holy land of Lingxiao, and Jinwu immortal is far above the real immortal of Lingxiao. Didn't he show up and die? "

"The road to death, the road to death!"

“……”

Many foreign friars, including Tianhui Tianjun, Hao Hu and Wuchang, all shook their heads and sighed. They did not show any respect for the former ruler of the abandoned star region.

Now the abandoned star field has changed. Unless Lingxiao immortal is born again, Lingxiao Shenzi is not ye Chen's opponent. He is doomed to flee in confusion.

"Lingxiao Shenzi, hehe, it's the best to show up. He's just in time to capture him, to celebrate the ceremony for the real immortal."

Some people even rub their hands, eager to try.

Even a lot of Xinghai friars shake their heads, just like Shenzi, dare to challenge Ye Chen? Don't you see, even a million troops, dozens of gods will be swept by Ye Chen alone, killing less than one tenth?

"Boy, if you want to die, you can be presumptuous when ye Zhenxian is in front of you?"

There is a Xinghai sanxiu, named Zhongli, shouting. He was dressed in a yellow robe. He controlled two black hooks with yellow light and shot directly at the black robed youth.

Zhongli is a famous sword cultivation in the world. It has been famous for thousands of years. It is one of the best in Yuanying, that is, it has the ability to fight against the God and son of the great religion. In particular, the other flying swords are the twin swords of the mother and son, one son and one mother, in pairs, which is a famous heavenly treasure among the foreign stars.

"Go!"

As soon as Zhong Li pinched the sword formula, his mother's and son's swords turned into two black awns of tens of Zhang long, shrouded in the misty brilliance of yellow, orange and orange, and shot out in front of the black robed youth in an instant.

The flying sword is extremely strange and extremely fast. Even if some Shenzi can't react, they may be hit. The body is split. Zhong Li only dares to strike a good impression in front of Ye Chen.

"Bang!"

To Zhong Li's surprise, the two letter swords just shot into the black robed youth's hundred Zhang, just as if they had run into the thick glue, which was extremely coagulant and blocked. They could hardly move even a minute, and they could not enter. The clock left his face flushed, and he tried his best to control the flying sword.

"Zhong Li, are you playing too many women at home, and the flying swords are all loose, just like two old donkeys, and you can't do anything."

A crowd of stars scattered and laughing.

"Who said that!"

Zhong Li became angry and his voice broke.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha!" The crowd laughed again.

"Wait till I come!"

When one of them came out, the faces of the people around him suddenly turned slightly. Even the elders of Penglai fairy mountain were slightly frozen.

This middle-aged man with a rough face, named wudaoke, is a famous sanxiu in Xinghai. He has lived for more than 30000 years and is one of the most powerful people under a group of half step immortals.In particular, wudaoke is still a rare martial arts practitioner. He turns to cultivate the body and martial arts. The shadowless sword in his hand is said to be forged with meteorite iron. The blade is dark and firm to the extreme. It can carry a strike of Zhunxian treasure. Zhenyuan, who specializes in breaking immortals, is a top-level Tianbao.

It is said that even the great Shenzi of the Jinwu gate appreciated him very much and began to solicit him, but he was refused by swordsman. But at this time, facing Ye Chen, a real immortal with infinite potential, even he was moved to take refuge in him.

"Open it for me!"

Without swordsman stepping out, he will cross hundreds of miles in an instant. He was so powerful that he broke through countless layers of space and pulled out a black crack like passage in the void. His hair was wild and his eyes were hunting. The broken yuan sword was in his hand, which was extremely gorgeous.

That knife is even enough to catch up with Zhenxian.

All the friars who saw no swordsman bring out their swords were moved. Many people who had previously looked down upon Wu Xiu had to admit it. Wu Dao's physical cultivation is to the extreme, and all kinds of supernatural powers are not inferior to the great Qi refining man.

However, wudaoke failed worse than Zhongli.

"Click!"

At random, the young man raised his hand and gently pointed out the black robe.

That finger is light, without a trace of smoke and fire, and does not have the slightest magic power, so it points to the broken yuan sword. Then, the shadowless sword, which is said to be extremely strong and forged from meteorite iron, was able to chase zhunxianbao. The blade, which is about ten feet long, was broken more thoroughly than glass.

However, wudaoke's body, which has been tempered for 30000 years and is claimed to be comparable to zhunxianbao, is like an egg smashed by a hammer. It breaks apart and explodes into a cloud of blood. The spirit and the baby do not escape and smash completely.

"Hiss!"

At that moment, everyone took a breath.