Chapter 1689

The end of the dark, the last ray of light, was swept away into Egypt.

The heavenly demon emperor Mang and thunder god arrow, reincarnate together collapse nirvana.

Ye Chen vomited blood and nearly fell down. The holy light was nearly annihilated. The blood was dripping and the whole holy body was covered with bright blood.

The heavenly demon emperor also splashed blood in the starry sky, and even the emperor's bones were cracked. The dazzling emperor's light was weathered by years and wiped away by the scars.

There is no victory or defeat, only defeat and injury. The scars in the body are indelible.

"Why, why you're not dead." The God demon emperor roared, the emperor's eyes highlighted, full of blood.

He knocked down the holy body again and again, but ye Chen stood up again and again, as if he could not be killed.

The supreme emperor was forced into madness.

Shame, humiliation, humiliation, the emperor's face, the so-called glory, the so-called glory, all become furnishings.

"Even if you die, I will drag you to hell." Ye Chen's sonorous words and indestructible will create the belief of winning.

"Kill." The demon emperor roared and rushed with his sword in his hand.

"War." Ye Chen clenched Xuanyuan, but did not retreat but advanced.

A supreme emperor, staggering from east to west.

A great Eucharist, staggering from west to East.

Step by step, a bloody footprints, all drag blood drenching the remnant body.

The two supreme masters are at the end of their strength. Their Qi and blood are dry and their magic power is exhausted. Even the immortal light for protecting the body is gone.

The emperor bears the glory of the emperor, the holy body carries the pride of the holy body, and all the deaths are on the road of the expedition.

War, no longer startling fluctuations, but primitive and crude.

The demon emperor wielded his sword and cut a ravine on the holy body.

Ye Chen's sword falls and cuts out a bloodstain on the emperor's body.

If you chop me, I will cut back even if I die.

No one to defend, no one to avoid, some just attack and then attack, crazy waving the emperor's sword, indefatigable.

The battle between the supreme and the supreme is bloody.

Who would have thought that a great emperor and a Dacheng holy body fought so bitterly that they had to kill each other.

Holy bone and imperial blood interweave, Emperor bone and holy blood crisscross, blood and bone fight, bone and blood fight, they are not willing to lose.

It was another hit, and Xuanyuan sword was knocked out.

It seems to be more tired than ye Chen, dissipated all the emperor's light, inserted obliquely in the starry sky, and the extreme Dao Diwei also converged to the extreme.

"Die!" The demon emperor laughed ferociously. He held the sword in both hands and was cruel and bloodthirsty. He chopped his sword on Ye Chen's shoulder.

"Give you a punch." Ye Chen roared and smashed the sternum of Tianmo emperor with a fist. The emperor's bone was like the holy bone, which was dyed with blood and flew away.

The sword of the emperor and the fist of the holy body were all severely damaged.

Ye Chen falters, vomits blood and nearly falls.

The heavenly demon emperor also pedals the pedal to retreat, in the hand extremely Dao emperor sword, also then falls off, stained with the emperor's blood, inserts in the starry sky.

Both eyes are dim, tottering, standing unsteadily, tired straight to fall, to sleep for thousands of years.

"Kill." The demon emperor roared, dragged the blood drenched emperor's body, rushed to Ye Chen, dishevelled, just like a devil.

"War." Ye Chen roared, limped, strong holy body, tenacious and unyielding, and waved his bloody fist.

The last expedition of the two supreme masters reflected the light of doomsday.

The emperor's body falters with one fist, and the emperor staggers with one fist. Each fist seems to have exhausted all his strength.

After all, the great emperor fell down, no longer have the heart to stand up.

Ye Chen comes unsteadily and steps out a path of blood.

Three hundred years later, he once again rode on the body of the demon emperor, waved his bloody fist and smashed it down.

"It's a fight for heaven. It's 300 years of wasted time."

"This fist, for the great Chu, is a memorial ceremony for the dead heroes."

"It's a good blow for the heaven and for me."

Ye Chen punches and punches again and again. He sees blood in his fists. He breaks the head of the heavenly demon emperor, and also blows the blood and bones of the emperor's body.

Each blow, there is a roar, pathetic and desolate, endless vicissitudes and endless pain.

It was the invasion of demons that broke his dream.

It was the invasion of demons that made him remember only blood and tears.

Too many people buried their lives, too many people buried their bones in other countries. The great mountains and rivers were devastated by them.

This is hatred and hatred. Great revenge should be avenged and anger and hatred should be dispelled. If the bloody robbery is created, the common people will seek justice.

"Ah..." The emperor roared and his eyes were bloodshot. Every time he wanted to get up, he was beaten back by Ye Chen.

Emperor's eyes, that is what kind of look, ferocious, cruel, bloodthirsty, angry, unwilling, and fear.

He was defeated, the supreme emperor, doomed to defeat again.

At that time, he was defeated and slaughtered by a holy body.

At present, he lost more miserably, and he was killed by the same person.For three hundred years, because of the fruit, he was still doomed. The destination of the great emperor was still the yellow spring on the other side of the star river.

In this moment, the so-called emperor, the so-called Wanyu supreme, has become the most funny joke in the world.

"Ah..." The soul of a great emperor is broken.

"This fist is for the common people, and the blood debt needs to be paid with blood."

Ye Chen roared, raised his fist again, one punch instilled endless injury and pain, Shengsheng smashed the demon emperor.

The cause and effect reincarnation, which lasted more than 300 years, led to the victory of the holy body, which slaughtered the emperor against heaven and paid off the blood debt.

Blood and tears, blurred his eyes, indignation and desolation.

Emperor's blood, splashed all over the starry sky, according to that year, splashed with great Chu, to commemorate the dead souls, and to comfort the spirits of the dead in heaven.

After the death of the demon emperor, the seal of the magic spell on him disappeared.

The demon generals who were still fighting, no matter big Chu, xuanhuang, Xinghai and Wanyu, were all turned into flying ash and dust of history.

They all roar at death, with unwilling and angry, the emperor died, three hundred years of reincarnation, they failed again.

"Win, we win." The great Chu Friar's excited tears broke into tears, which came from the roar of his soul.

"Win, we win." Xuanhuang friars hissed, all raised the remnant soldiers, flaunting and shouting, the sound shocked the world.

"Win, we win." The monks roared in the sky. No matter the elder or younger, their bodies trembled and their eyes filled with tears.

"Once again he slaughtered the emperor and continued the immortal myth."

"The same line of the holy body has not let the common people down in the end."

"We're... Old." The Nine Emperors of the great Chu, the nine great generals, the seven sons of Donghua, the sword God, and the demon yuan all laughed at the vicissitudes of life.

This is no longer their time, but even more so, their era, the heroes of later generations, will lead a new legend.

He is the true myth of the first emperor and the second emperor.

The heavens tremble for him, and delight in victory.

But in this war, too many heroes died.

The starry sky is full of wails, too many people are looking for relatives.

A starry sky, the iron bar of the great ape, stained with blood.

He died in battle, fighting alone, fighting to the ape body split, the body died, and went to the netherworld with the demon king that day.

A starry sky, a broken Tomahawk, bloody.

It was Kui Niu's ancestor, who pulled up the earth demon king and went to hell. He inherited the emperor's way and did not disgrace the reputation of the former Emperor.

A starry sky, five pieces of blood clothes, with the star river drifting sand.

He was the ancestor of the five royal families in the southern region. After fighting to death, they each lost a demon king, and the soul of the war was branded in the sky.

In a starry sky, five broken magic weapons annihilated the divine light,

that was the ancestor of the five ancient tribes, who became ashes under the wind of the stars, killed countless demons, and fought for the future.

Too many people died, too many clans collapsed.

All over the world, there are many holes and holes in it. The corpses are piled up into mountains. The blood flows into a river. The swords, swords and halberds are all over the battlefield.

They won a great victory, but it was so tragic that people wanted to cry. The war was cruel, and the universe was washed bloody.

This war, destined to be remembered by later generations, swept across the world, one by one fresh life, became one after another heroes.

At the end of the day, ye Chen took a heavy step and made a hard journey.

His back, lonely and bleak, covered with years of dust.

His road is paved with blood and bone, and he carves his body and way into eternity step by step.

"Three years. I have three more years." His voice is hoarse and he is full of yearning for three years.

Three years, he will marry, will have children, will play in the world, regardless of the world's troubles.

In front of me, the light of colorful immortals suddenly appears. A colorful sword is born in the sky. Take a closer look, it is the sword of killing immortals.

The legendary sword of heaven, at the moment, is silent and clanging. It cuts out an immortal River and cleaves to the weak Ye Chen.

"Kill the immortal sword." Ye Chen eyes light cold, a step forward, but the body falters, a mouth of blood then spurt out.

Everything, all in a flash, the holy body can not respond.

He was hit on the spot, and flew out, blood splashing, blood bone flying, in the dark sky, very dazzling.

In the inverted flight, his holy body was buzzing, and the world of mortals separated from each other, one left and one right, attacking the Zhuxian sword.

Zhuxian sword smile, cold and unscrupulous, such as a fairy awn, tears the void of the star dome, and instantly escapes into it.

Six red dust across the long river of time, or one left and one right, regardless of the order, all at the same time chase in.

Zhuxian sword comes and goes quickly, just to cut Ye Chen, just as he attacked the holy body battle before ages.

The starry sky, with the three left one after another, fell into tranquil silence.

Ye Chen fell into the sky, such as falling flowers, swaying.At the moment, it is no longer the peak of the emperor to be, nor the great holy body that dominates the world. It is just a low heaven.

His eyes, dim to no light, his hair, a wisp of white, his life fire, in the near annihilation.

He was old again, tired to the point of death.

Zhuxianjian's sneak attack directly cut off his life. His so-called three years is just a beautiful extravagant hope.

Hazy, he seems to see a peerless woman, dressed in wedding dress, dancing, looking back at him and smiling.

He saw it clearly, this time.

This time, he saw where the so-called three-year life came from: she went to the altar in her wedding dress and lay down beside him, tender and tearful.

"Nanming... Yushu." He cried, his eyes clouded with tears.