Chapter 385

Boom! Bang!

With the collapse of the two peaks, Haotian Shiyue and the old man in purple are shaken down in the void.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

With a rainbow of gods flying, more than a dozen people wearing Yin and Yang robes instantly surrounded the two in the center.

"Run? Why not run. " A young man with purple hair, who was the leader of more than a dozen people, looked at Haotian Shiyue and the old man in purple, "hand in all the things that should be handed in. I can give you a good time."

"You're delusional." Haotian Shiyue snorted coldly. She was staggering, and there was blood in her mouth. There was a sword mark on the jade shoulder. The faint light lingered around the wound, which dissolved her spirit and made the wound unable to heal.

The old man in purple beside her was even more miserable, and there were countless blood gullies all over her body. There was blood bone exposed in many places. The most frightening thing was that there was a forest blood hole in his chest.

"Sister Shiyue, why do you need it?" The young man with purple hair showed his white teeth, and his eyes were full of lust. "You Haotian aristocratic family is like this now. What can you do to fight with my yin-yang family? If you follow me, I will treat you well."

"You dream less." The old man in purple was furious.

"When you die, you'll talk hard." "Kill this old thing for me," burst out the eyes of the purple haired youth

His voice fell, more than a dozen people have killed the old man in purple, and the purple haired youth, but the look of lechery rushed to Haotian Shiyue.

"Old Yang." Seeing this, Haotian Shiyue rushed forward.

"Sister Shiyue, your opponent is me." The purple haired youth blocks Haotian Shiyue in an instant, and the light of immorality twinkles in his eyes.

"Get out of here." Haotian Shiyue utters a cold rebuke, and clouds gather in the palm, and a palm hits the purple haired youth.

"It's a shame to face." Purple hair youth a play abuse, not retreat but advance, is also a palm push.

Boom!

When two palms collide, Haotian Shiyue is shaken back on the spot, and a mouthful of blood is vomited out, and his face is instantly pale to the extreme.

Whoosh!

The body shape of the purple haired youth was like a ghost. Haotian Shiyue was hurt again before he stopped. He was beaten by the purple haired youth and flew out. During the inverted flight, he vomited blood more than once.

"No time to waste with you." Purple hair youth look cold, turned his hand out a killing sword, a sword through the rainbow, straight to Haotian Shiyue.

"Miss." Over there, the old man in purple who was fighting for help was blocked by more than ten people on the other side.

"Is it over?" Fly upside down, Haotian poem month tired smile, bleeding in the mouth, Mou Bo also become hazy blurred, murmured, "father, mother, I'm afraid poetry month can't go back."

However, at this time, an arm suddenly appeared, took her waist and limb, and was born above the void.

Feeling the temperature, Haotian Shiyue's subconscious side head, staring at the man holding her waist. He was wearing a broken mask, and his black hair was flying. The most striking thing was that there was a word of hatred engraved on his right forehead, which was still seeping with blood.

Suddenly, the picture in this instant frame, that young man with a mask, also in this moment of death in her eyes.

Zheng!

When she was stunned, the sound of killing swords sounded.

When he looked at it, he found that ye Chen had firmly grasped the sword of the purple haired youth in his hand. He let the sword move and let the purple haired youth exert his force, but he couldn't make half a point.

At the moment, ye Chen has raised the sole of his foot and kicked the purple haired youth out.

Boom!

More than ten feet away, a huge stone was smashed by the upside down body of the purple haired youth and collapsed.

Poof!

Just got up, the purple haired youth then a mouthful of blood spurted out, the face was also ferocious in an instant, staring at Ye Chen, "who are you?"

"Who do you think I am." Here, ye Chen has let go of Haotian Shiyue and looks at Zifa youth with great interest.

"Then die!" The purple haired young man burst into a drink, and a divine light flew out of his eyebrows. After a closer look, it was a yin-yang roulette, shining bright light on Ye Chen.

Hum!

Ye Chen sneers and advances instead of retreating. Without saying a word, he suddenly raises his hand and shakes his hand into a fist. The eight wastes blow to the Yin and Yang roulette.

Bang! Click!

On the spot, the Yin and Yang roulette flew out, and there were cracks on it.

"Empty hand regret spirit tool." Here, Haotian Shiyue was shocked, "this man is so strong!"

Bang! Boom! Poof!

When she was shocked, the youth with purple hair was extremely miserable. She was beaten by Ye Chen and couldn't turn over. In less than five rounds, she became a bloody man.

Poof!

With the spatter of blood, the purple haired youth who had not stopped his body was pierced through his head by the wind God ye Chen. His eyes were highlighted when he died. He never thought that his cultivation in the empty world would be so crisp and neat.

"Three childe." Those people who killed the old man in purple one after another, and each one of them was rushing to kill him.Ye Chen sneered, stepped on the footwork of too empty, killed like ghosts, the Chixiao sword in the hand, and constantly shuttle between the people.

The next scene was bloody and shocking. Where ye Chen passed, he was either killed, pierced in his eyebrows, or was cut by a sword. Every death was very miserable.

"This...." Now, not only is the poem month of Haotian, even the face of the old purple clothes has changed, which is a dozen empty and dark places! There is also a spirit void three days, unexpectedly killed has no parry.

But, where do they know, the Ye Chen, who is advanced to the ninth highest level in the real Yang state, has already been qualified to fight against the empty and dark land. Generally, people in the air and the underworld are like playing.

"No... No, no, no..." When they were shocked, the last man was forced to the rock wall by Ye Chen, and he staggered to his body shape, and looked at Ye Chen in panic.

Ye Chen strides forward, without any pity, and his hand is also crisp and sharp. The wind spirit sword pierces the head of the man.

So far, the Yin and Yang family has more than ten empty and dark places, which are all killed by Ye Chen.

Turning over his hand, he took the Chixiao sword, and ye Chen began to harvest the spoils. He consciously collected dozens of storage bags into his sleeve.

You know, he's poor now! He is very poor. He has no half of the Lingshi. He keeps on with the whole money. He has no money and no base! Money is the only way to be safe. That's what he thinks.

Moreover, the technique of this guy is still very skillful. Not only has they taken away their storage bags, but also the hanging decorations all over them. If Haotian poetry is here, he will be picked up their clothes one by one.

When it is over, ye Chen looks at Haotian poem and the old man in purple.

"Thank you for your help." Haotian poetry month and purple clothes old people have arched their hands to thank you.