Chapter 1317

Apart from the broken sea of burials, there was no roar of war.

Daroshenko, defeated!

Someone whispered, although the voice is small, but in this quiet sea of burial stars, it is very clear.

Ye Chen stands erect in the sea of burial, like a god of killing.

He was also hurt, but 80% of his injuries did not come from Dara, but from the curse of heaven. Until now, there was thunder raging on his holy body, destroying his source of vitality.

All around the sky, everyone looked up at him. The young monk was in awe, the old monk was in awe.

He is the myth of invincibility of the same rank.

Zheng!

In the end, the one who is killed by the sword is the one who breaks the silence.

Ye Chen's cold light flickers, suddenly a sword cuts out.

Seeing this scene, the four sides of the audience retreated one after another.

Although Da Luo Shenzi was defeated, the matter is not over. Ye Chen's defeat of Da Luo Shenzi can be described as a slap in the face of Dalao Jianzong. In addition, he had made the Dalao Jianzong lose face. How could he let Ye Chen go with his manner? This is the encirclement aimed at him.

The strong men of darao sword sect have rushed forward.

Like Wang Yang, the 200000 great luojianzong monks covered the sea of burials, which occupied all the sky in the four directions. With the rolling murderous spirit, the sea of burial was filled with waves and the starry sky was humming and turbulent.

Oh!

The four sides are sighing. Although Ye Chen wins the duel, he still can't escape from the hand of darao Jianzong.

However, how could ye Chen sit still and wait for death, moving one step, and catching Dara Shenzi who was buried in the sea of burial.

Like the ancient city of Haoyang, he put the Chixiao sword across the shoulder of Daluo Shenzi. As long as he thought about it, Daluo Shenzi would be destroyed. He still regarded it as a life protecting card.

The strong men of the Dalao sword sect have been killed. Six saints, more than 30 quasi saints and 200000 friars have sealed Ye Chen's retreat to death. There are also empty sky killing arrays in the four directions. They have revived the power of killing the array, and have the posture of blowing up Ye Chen all the time. The battle is extremely huge.

"Let go of my God." A sage of Dalao sword clan was angry and his eyes were covered with cold and cold.

"If you can't follow your orders." Ye Chen gave a faint sound.

"You want to die." The sage was so angry that he suddenly raised his sword and was about to offer a unique strike.

"It depends on whether you kill me first or I kill him first." Ye Chen said, cloud light breeze tore off a big Luo Shenzi's arm, "it's useless to say more. If you want him to live, let me go. I'll just say this once. Please don't challenge my bottom line."

"You can't go." Everywhere is the roar of anger, the sound is like thunder.

"Is it?" Ye Chen looks calm and raises his hand to tear down the remaining arm of Da Luo Shenzi.

"You..."

"Let me go." Ye Chen coldly, Sheng Sheng grabs out the beating heart of Da Luo Shenzi.

"Very cruel." Looking at the blood gushing from Dara Shenzi's chest, the small hearts of the four monks watching the battle flutter, surrounded by 200000 friars of the Dalao sword sect, but they are still so cold and cruel. Ye Chen's heart is so shocking that if it were them, they would never be able to do it.

Boom!

The starry sky was shaken again, all because of the killing opportunity of the powerful man of the great sword sect.

Especially in the ancient city of Haoyang, the strong man of Daluo sword sect was even more ferocious as a devil.

Ye Chen takes Dara Shenzi as a threat. How similar are the pictures before and after. They are so huge in battle, but they dare not act rashly. They not only dare not act rashly, but also protect Ye Chen's integrity at all times, because once Ye Chen has an accident, Dara Shenzi will be implicated.

Back!

After all, a purple haired sage of the Dalao sword sect opened his mouth, and his voice was cold to the bone.

Dara Shenzi is the most amazing Shenzi since the founding of the Dalao Jianzong sect. He is responsible for the future of the sect. Even if he is defeated by Ye Chen, he is still Shenzi, but he can not make any mistakes.

If the sage speaks, he dare not be disobeyed.

Two hundred thousand monks want to retreat on both sides, making way for ye Chen.

Ye Chen frame big Luo Shenzi, while vigilant around, while quickly out.

In this scene, the heart of the monk watching the battle quickens again. In such a battle, ye Chen may be killed by seconds at any time. If he is careless, he will be doomed.

Ye Chen withdrew from the burial sea.

The strong man of the darao sword sect, such as Wang and Yang, came back.

They can't chase this, chase Ye Chen to turn to run directly.

Asshole!

The saints of Daluo sword sect were furious and ferocious. They moved and chased them. After them, there were more than 30 quasi saints, and there were 200000 monks behind. They were full of murderous spirit of crushing the starry sky.

The four sides of the war watchers are also one after another, and there is an inexplicable hope in the bottom of their hearts, that is, ye Chen has destroyed the son of Dara God. If such a disaster is dead, the Beidou star region will be quiet for many years. If he is allowed to live, the star field will be mostly destroyed.Ye Chen, like a broad-minded God awn, is extremely fast.

How could he release Da Luo Shenzi? If he did, he would start to catch people in the Big Dipper star region again. Among those who could not be fully captured, there would be great Chu reincarnation. At that time, he would have to run to save people. The picture would be repeated as it is today, and the bloody one would be more violent.

Such a big Luo God son, is a disaster, ye Chen will not find himself uncomfortable.

Stay!

The sage of Daluo Jianzong is also like a God's awn. He is very fast, and he can't let go of Ye Chen.

Ye Chen ignores it directly, and uses it crazily to shrink into an inch. The speed at which he opens and runs away is never covered. The sage of Dalao Jianzong is eager to vomit blood, and the four sides of the warlord look dazed.

I've seen a fast runner, but I haven't seen one running so fast. It's like hanging up.

The two sides chased and fled, making the starry sky very lively.

Boom! Bang!

Along the way, along with the thunder, the saints of darao Jianzong not only pursued, but also attacked all the way.

However, although their supernatural powers were domineering, they could not hit Ye Chen. The man ran so fast that he could not catch up with him even though he was in a panic.

Call the strong!

The sage of Dalao sword sect was angry. He could see clearly. If he could not catch up with him, he would have to stop him. They needed the help of zongmen to block Ye Chen's way from the front.

Soon, the news came back to Da Luo Jianzong of ZIWEIXING.

The high-level of daruo Jianzong was enraged, and many figures flew out of the fairy mountain in unison. They were all saints, and their momentum was stronger than that of others. After that, there were many quasi saints to follow, and the battle was not small.

Boom!

In the starry sky, the rocks are flying. In pursuit and escape, a dead and silent star collapses.

Ye Chen jumps out and continues to run away. His body is like a ghost fairy, drawing a gorgeous arc in the starry sky.

Boom!

The sky is roaring, and the strong one from the headquarters of Dalao sword clan has arrived, surrounded by the stars in all directions.

Ye Chen frowned. He never thought that the strong men of the darao sword sect came so fast.

Stay!

In front of him, there is an old man in purple, a real saint, and then there are nine quasi saints to follow, and then there are the dark and oppressed monks of darao Jianzong, just like the tide of the sea.

Ye Chen's eyes are cold and cold.

The sage in purple moved a big move, opened his dry palm, and turned into a giant hand. Ling Tian grabbed Ye Chen, but he didn't dare to put his dead hand on him, because Dara Shenzi was still in Ye Chen's hand.

Get out of here!

Ye Chen a big drink, a blow out the big hand, and the sage was also shaken out.

The nine masters of the Dalao sword clan were ready to be holy and killed. They worked together to activate a copper stove. They were holy soldiers who focused on sealing. They did not want to kill Ye Chen, but to seal him.

Seal!

With a rebuke from nine people, the copper stove swept out the immortal awn, with the seal magic power.

Ye Chen turns his hand and takes out Chixiao. With a sword, he cuts open the immortal awn. He flies like an immortal awn and jumps out.

Stay!

The strong men of darao Jianzong brought by the sage in purple came like a tide.

Ye Chen didn't speak. He held Chixiao in his hand and cut out a star river with one sword. Even before the strong men of the Dalao sword sect who had just been killed had not exerted their magic power, ye Chen's one sword cut a huge number of people. The saints and quasi saints couldn't stop me. Do you dare these shrimp soldiers and crabs to block my way?

Shengsheng killed out a way of blood, ye Chen escaped again, and he had to shrink into an inch to escape.

However, at this time, a sword will be cut from the front, seems to follow countless thousands of miles, a sword seems ordinary, but it is a combination of many sword magic, with the power of extinction.

Ye Chen turned pale and waved his sword to block him, but he was still chopped and flew out for more than 800 Zhang.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The sky was turbulent, and the thumping sound was slow and rhythmic. Listen carefully, it was the sound of a person's feet landing. Maybe his body was as heavy as a mountain, so that he stepped on the sky every time he fell.

In the distance, there is a shadow of a white robed old man.

It was a saint, and he was a powerful saint. Previously, he cut Ye Chen away with a sword. The terrible saint's power has covered the starry sky, which is very powerful.

Here, ye Chen, who flies out of the room, has already been born and settled down. A mouthful of blood spurts out.

You can't go!

The white robed old man stops and stares at Ye Chen. His muddy eyes are still shining with cold light. Although his words are light, they are ethereal and incomparable, and they have the dignity that people can't disobey.

The holy land is complete!

Ye Chen looks worried at the old man in white robe. The old man may be the strongest one among so many saints he has ever seen. He is only one step away from winning the throne. He is absolutely powerful.

Surround him!

The starry sky is full of roars.

Wang Zong is as powerful as the sage in the sky.The monks who had been watching the war in the sea also came.

Seeing this picture today, too many people are pale.

In order to pursue and kill an emperor's territory, he actually moved the Da Luo Jianzong's lineup. Ye Chen is proud enough.

Let go!

The roar of the four stars, like thunder, made the sky turbulent.

Ye Chen wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth and looked around at the four sides. Such a lineup was far beyond the scope he could fight against. There was no way to escape. It was a dead end with no life or death.

Force me!

Ye Chen's eyes flashed crazy eyes.

In the dark, a seal was untied. It was the disaster in the imperial realm that he had not yet crossed.