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The friars in the world of sword dance trembled with fright. All the arrogant colors before disappeared. The only way to look at Ye Chen was fear.

Thousands of people were silent, and the scene and atmosphere could not help but infect many monks around him. Their eyes toward Ye Chen changed and changed.

This guy is crazy, not just crazy.

For thousands of years, who dares to talk so much that the sword dance world disappears in the sky mansion?

As one of the seven guilds in Tianqiong mansion, jianwutianxia has existed for thousands of years. No one has ever dared to destroy the world of sword dance.

No doubt, ye Chen is the first person to dare to say this!

In a short time, many people come back to their senses and look at Ye Chen's eyes with disdain. Your personal strength is strong, but can you surpass the whole sword dance world?

Now it's just that this space is very special. The sword dance world will kill you in minutes.

One of the seven big gangs that has existed for thousands of years is not destroyed by your words.

"Those who quit the sword dance will not be killed!" However, ye Chen is not joking, at least today, he and sword dance world is dead knock.

"I really think you dare to be the enemy of sword dance alone?" In the sword dance world, there is a monk's backbone and courage to speak. His tone is full of disdain.

"How many of us have you killed? If we do, we can drown you by spitting! " There were also angry growls from some monks.

"Poof!"

A sword finger bursts out from ye Chen's finger tip. Two monks in the crowd are cut off instantly, and the blood drizzles. Almost at the same time, ye Chen disappears in the same place and rushes into the swordsman world.

Don't you think I'm kidding? I'll show you now.

There is no way to use the force of heaven and earth here. Ye Chen's body is almost invincible, and others can't recognize him. Naturally, he is unscrupulous.

In the distance, one after another of the blood swords shot into the void, screaming incessantly, the broken arms and limbs scattered in the void, and the thick bloody air filled all directions.

"Madman!" The crowd looked at the figure, heart secretly trembling, they did not expect Ye Chen is really not joking.

It takes a lot of courage to fight against the sword dance world, let alone kill the swordsman.

Just when the crowd was shocked, people in the world of sword dance began to escape. At this time, dignity and pride were all thrown out of the sky.

What is dignity and pride compared to life?

"Don't kill me, I quit the sword dance world!"

"I also quit the sword dance world."

"What about your character, have you been trampled on by a boy?"

People from all over the world roar, crave and anger. There is an unwritten rule in Tianqiong mansion. If you quit the guild, you will become the enemy of the guild from now on. Moreover, other guilds dare not take him in.

But by this time, the monks in the world of sword dance could not worry about so much. Their lives were gone. What else was the meaning of others.

Ye Chen is like a god of killing. He reaps life in the weak crowd. His murderous spirit is materialized, just like a sword of killing.

One, two, ten, a hundred Pieces of corpses fell down, and the spirit of death spread in the void. According to this speed, thousands of people are not enough for ye Chen to kill alone.

The crowd trembled, deeply shocked by Ye Chen's tyranny.

Even if ye Feixian and yuruoye are gloomy, they haven't put Ye Chen in their heart before, but now they have branded Ye Chen's appearance in the depth of their mind.

They think that they are not inferior to others, but they also know that they can't do it like Ye Chen. Killing monks at the same level in seconds is like chopping vegetables and melons.

This is beyond the limit of strength. Ye Chen's murderous spirit and momentum make the great sage and even the ancient sage some creepy.

He seems to be indefatigable. His goal is to let all monks in the world die by sword dance.

"Ah A monk screamed, the power of the spirit shot out from the center of his eyebrows, but he was smashed by Ye Chen's slap, and the real spirits were all destroyed!

Ye Chen didn't chase those swordsmen who escaped. What he wanted to kill was those who thought they had some backbone.

Ye Chen felt the blood in his body was boiling up completely, and his body surface was full of golden light. He looked solemn and noble, and his temperament was extraordinary.

However, his means are decisive and vicious, and there is no room for him to keep his hands.

Aren't you superior? Don't you think Laozi is the best in the world? Don't you think you can kill other people's lives at will?

Today, I Ye Chen will also be a butcher, killing you scared, killing your spirit trembling, killing you dream are afraid!

Crying, killing, screaming, despair It's all over the place.

The friars all around were frightened. This man was too terrible. He was so unscrupulous and decisive. Who could be his opponent.An hour later, the corpses of the swordsmen in the world had been piled up like a small mountain. The earth was dyed red, and the bare land was dozens of miles away.

However, ye Chen's body did not stop, the speed was not slow, he seemed to enter a state of invincible selflessness, as if he killed not people, but grass mustard, mole ants!

The sword in his hand is more and more fierce, showing a chill. It is clearly only the best treasure, but he has the sharpness of the top-grade holy ware, even killing blood even more than the top-grade holy ware.

The whole body of the sword became blood red, especially demon red. The sword became more and more fierce. There was almost no one to stop it. The God blocked the killing God or the Buddha.

At this time, even ye Chen didn't know that the blood of the first king of gods in his body seemed to be undergoing some kind of change. In the golden blood, there were wisps of red light, which was condensed by the bloody killing gas.

The blood is boiling and the murderous spirit is blooming. There is no other business in this space except the scream of sword dance in the world.

To the crowd, however, the voice seemed more quiet and more frightening.

In the distance, Luo Jue and Luo Wushuang's father and son look ugly. They finally know what they have offended. Once the swordsman dies, they may be the next to die.

"Your killing is too heavy, but you will be punished by heaven." Luo Wushuang drinks with a loud voice. His voice contains an overbearing sound wave attack and rushes to Ye Chen.

Ye Chen's body trembled, the blood light on his body slowly disappeared, and his eyes became clear and bright. He stood in the void and hunted in white, just like a God, which was frightening.

After seeing this, the monks in the world of sword dance dare not to stay. They flee to all directions without hesitation. They finally understand that some people kill monks of the same rank, just like killing mole ants. They can't offend them.

Today, more than 2000 monks in the world of sword dance have been killed. All of them are great saints. This is destined to be a shame and an indelible defeat in the world of sword dance!

Ye Chen doesn't pay attention to the sword dance friars who escape the string. Those people have been killed and have no meaning to pursue them.

Moreover, many of them have said in public that they are no longer the people in the world of sword dance. It is impossible to continue to be recognized by the world of sword dance.

"Come and die!" Ye Chen's indifferent eyes sweep to Luo Wushuang, cold mouth way.

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