"It's me." Ye Chen said also did not forget to sip the hair.
"It's said that your illusory sky plume is very powerful. I'd like to see it today." Yang San Shao immediately closed the paper fan, a finger you mang pierced the void, straight to Ye Chen eyebrow heart.
"You can pretend." Ye Chen was amused, slightly side, relaxed to avoid that one finger you mang.
Out!
At this time, Yang San Shao has already ascended the sky and pressed it down. The palm still has a dark awn gathering in the palm. The power of one hand is not weak, but compared with Ye Chen, it is no different from playing.
Eight famine!
Ye Chen's Qi and blood soar to the sky, and the eight wasteland fists are powerful. They mix three kinds of secret arts, and their power is devastating.
Poof!
On the spot, Yang San Shao's palm burst and his arm became bloody.
"How could that be possible." Not only was the old man in black before, even the middle-aged man in black with a big bow on his back suddenly turned to one side, "there is only a gap of three places, and the gap in strength is too big."
Boom! Bang!
When they were shocked, Yang sanshao had already been knocked down by Ye Chen's fist. His falling body made a small mountain collapse.
"Would you like to see my fantasy plume?" Ye Chen shakes the blood on his fist, wriggles his neck, and looks at Yang sanshao who just climbed out of the rubble.
"It's impossible." Yang San Shao's body falters for a moment and looks at Ye Chen with fierce light in his eyes. He can't accept the fact that he is the favored son of heaven. How could he fail so neatly.
If it was, he would be better off losing to the top ten, but he couldn't accept the fact that only three places left him so defeated.
Kill!
Yang sanshao, who was confused by anger, killed him against the sky.
"Get down here." Ye Chen a big drink, Ling Tian a record of Kang long, just rushed up Yang San Shao, on the spot was a palm down the void.
Ah!
Yang sanshao got up, his hair was dishevelled, and his roar was very frightening. The black air that haunted his whole body melted into his body. The dim Rune in the center of his eyebrows was shining in an instant.
Roar! Roar!
Vaguely, ye Chen can still hear the roar of animals in Yang San Shao's body. His breath begins to become violent and bloodthirsty, and his momentum rises rapidly.
"If you change, you are still far from it." Ye Chen Lenghun, step forward, Bahuang fist strong attack.
"Die for me." Yang Jiachen's strength is not strong.
Poof!
On the spot, his arm burst again.
As ye Chen said, even if it is to change again, he is still not ye Chen's opponent, the whole person flew out.
Feng Shen Jue!
Ye Chen all the way to follow and go, he like the wind, fast to no shadow.
Poof!
With the blood piling up, Yang San Shao's head has been separated from his body. Yang San Shao did not react to his death. Even if his head fell, his eyes were still unbelievable.
"Damn you." The middle-aged man in black who was carrying a big bow burst into rage. He immediately took his bow and built an arrow, which was like a divine awn, and shot through the void.
"I don't have time to go crazy with you." Ye Chen crushed the arrow, turned and flew into the void, like a rainbow across the sky.
"You want to go after killing my young master?" The middle-aged man in black immediately chased after him, and then some words were passed to the old man in black, "quick, send a message to Yang Ge Lao, and let him kill Qin Yu."
"Good... Good..." The old man in black turned pale with fear. Yang sanshao was the most amazing descendant of the Yang family. He just came out and was just put in the periphery to block the Su family, as an experience.
Now, he was exterminated. As the guard of Yang San Shao, he is responsible for it. The consequences are very serious.
Immediately, he crushed a jade slip and summoned the nearby Yang Jiaqiang. Yang sanshao died. If even the murderer ran away, it was easy for him to think of his own consequences. It was absolutely impossible for him to die.
Hum!
Soon, a dazzling rainbow straight through the sky, in the dark night, it is particularly bright.
Zheng! Zheng!
Here, ye Chen dodges the killing arrow that flies from behind, glances at the long rainbow that goes straight into the sky, and frowns.
"Qin Yu, you will be defeated." It seems that all the Yang Jiaqiang people scattered here have already arrived and are coming from all sides.
"Catch up with me." Ye Chen sneers, suddenly a sharp turn, straight to the west direction and go.
Soon, Yang Jiaqiang, who came from the west, rushed forward, and the number of them was not small. Each head was hung with his own spirit tool, and all kinds of spirits flashed and the breath of all colors overflowed, which made the emptiness of the night very bright.
"Catch me alive." The head of a middle-aged Tsing Yi drink."Wuzhong in the netherworld dares to pretend to be forced in front of me." Ye Chen looks at the middle-aged man in Tsing Yi. He kills him in a twinkling of an eye. He doesn't say a word. He waves his hand and it's Bahuang fist.
Bang!
That Qingyi middle-aged or too small to see the strength of Ye Chen, on the spot was a fist fight overturned out.
Kill!
Suppress!
Seeing the middle-aged in Qingyi flying out, the rest of Ye Jiaqiang have played magic power, or spiritual tools, or sword awn, and all of them drown Ye Chen.
Hum!
Ye Chen's head is hung with a big Luoshen Ding, which is covered by the blooming Shenhui, which blocks the attack from all over the sky. The pressure of 100000 Jin suddenly breaks out. The strong person who rushes forward, the falling one piece, and the weak one turns into blood mist on the spot.
Zheng!
Behind him, there is a killing arrow, which is smashed by Ye Chen.
"You wait for me." Ye Chen glanced coldly at the middle-aged man in black, who was still holding his bow and arrow behind him. He stepped on the flying sword again and ran into the mountains.
He was not afraid of the people here, but felt that the strong man with spirit deficiency was coming. Moreover, there were not a few spiritual empty situations in the other three directions. It was very difficult for him to cope with.
Ye Chen just fled, three directions of the Yang family will be surrounded by a place, into the mountains, sweeping the rolling murderous air, the momentum of unity, the pressure of the void roaring, the momentum is very big.
"Su family, you owe me a favor." Ye Chen glanced at the rear, faster.
The reason why Ye Chen says that the Su family owes him a favor is not because the Yang family who are stuck here are drawn away because of him. If the Su family really wants to break through here, they will have a greater chance of surviving.
Boom! Boom!
After death, the Yang family's strong man in the sky and the underworld was like a God's awn all the way. He kept on fighting, and the mountains collapsed.
In this way, a chase a run, let the dark night, become quite restless.
At dawn, ye Chen dragged his bloody body into a valley. Fortunately, he finally escaped from the encirclement set by the Yang family, causing heavy losses to the pursuers.
"Wait for me." Looking for a cave, ye Chen jumped in, put a few pills in his mouth, and quickly recovered the wound.
At the moment, the atmosphere in the Yangjia hall in yunzang mountain is extremely depressed.
"Who the hell is it?" The roar of Yang Tianying, the leader of the Yang family, made the hall roar and tremble.
"Yes... It's Qin Yu. Qin Yu, the 50th in the wind and cloud list."
"Catch the live one, catch the live one for me." Yang Tianying growled like a mad dog, and his ferocious face was as terrible as a ghost. "Kill my son, I will drain his blood and eat his meat raw."