Heavenly Star

Ye Wuchen, who had just slaughtered the god of war, was already a lamb to be slaughtered with no power to fight back, even his life could be interrupted at any moment. The three old men looked at each other and sighed. The old man in purple clothes took a step forward. He punched his right hand from his left sleeve and said with regret: “I really don't want to kill you, but you must die, but you will certainly shake the world's reputation...”

Pfft...

The voice of the elderly man in purple clothes has not yet fallen, and suddenly a red light flashed in front of him... Only in the face of Ye Wuchen can you understand the horrible degree of his elevation to the limit. At that moment, the leaves of the swimming silk suddenly opened his eyes, between the flaming flames, the sword had stabbed his left chest, his heart had broken directly... the old man in purple robe was completely unprotected, which left him with little way to react, he had no time to hide, no time to protect himself with strength, just one face, directly to death.

Although Ye Wuchen had just carried out the "heavenly and earth fission” to kill the wind and the sun, losing most of his power, but under the action of the fire-extinguishing dragon fruit, his strength still needed to pass any one of these three elderly people, plus the lightning intensity and perfect sneak attack, this brilliant lifetime of heavenly strength, death is not unjust.

Once the star-cutting sword was thrown, the body of the old man in the purple robe was thrown out, without breath. Ye Wuchen's back also sounded two shouts of surprise and anger to the extreme, and a huge airflow came from behind him.

The wind and wind in the distance clearly saw that the purple robe old man died under Ye Wuchen's sword after the wind was facing the sun. His body swayed, and this demonic teenager was like a terrible nightmare, almost collapsing his never wavering psychological defense line.

“Pass the word... seal off the palace... no! Block the whole of Tianfeng City, notify Gen. Yue, Qin, Meng and Kong that the Quartet City Guard forces are all in the highest state of alert, at all costs... must kill Ye Wuchen!!” The windy teeth were almost bitten by him, and when he gave this almost insane order, all the guards around him fought a cold war.

For one person, mobilizing the guard force of the entire palace is exaggerated enough… and the wind, whatever it takes to fully mobilize the guard force of Sky Wind City, is a great joke. But to think that this man killed their god of war, no one could laugh.

dāng! dāng!

The blades were joined, the yellow robe and the soft sword of the old man in the black robe were all interrupted, and the sharp sword wind cut their chest clothes apart. The two elderly men threw away the blade at the same time, one left and one right to Ye Wuchen, their hands staggered, waved the palm of the sky. One strikes its left and one strikes its right snow-conditioning position. Ye Wuchen has only one hand available, and in order to take care of snow condensation, he must also distract and focus, almost equivalent to one person resisting four people.

Ye Wuchen grunted, jumped in place, a gorgeous spin in the air, just moved over the old man in the black robe, poured his feet, and fell with a mountainous temperament, while stabbing the nearby old man in the yellow robe with a sword. Since his hands were inflexible, he aided the attack with his feet.

The old man in the black robe could not escape. He greeted him with his palms and listened only to the sound of “bombardment”. His body was like a wooden stake that had been heavily hammered by a heavy hammer. He was nailed directly under the ground by immense force. He did not have a head. The old man in the yellow robe was also forced away with a star-cutting sword.

At this time, a large section of guards approached from all sides like the tide and quickly set up their positions. Dozens of guards holding bows and arrows stopped at more than a dozen meters. In a single signal order, they brushed crossbows and arrows together. Ye Wuchen glanced at the side, and the right hand of the sword shook out. Two tremors and thunderbolts threw out with the whistling wind, just in time to blow up all the guards who had not yet been able to release the arrows. Then, under his feet came a powerful force, his mouth flat, then this powerful high jump, turned over a large section of the guard with a knife, and then landed continuously, heading straight into the windy position.

There are too many guards, all directions are still pouring in, all guard forces are concentrated here under the windy death order, and the windy front is surrounded by the palace master by a protective wall. The wind had no choice but to stand here and watch him die with his own eyes!!

Ye Wuchen rose and landed twice and was finally forced to fall into the dense and numb guard group. He chopped the star sword and waved it, stopping the three men from cutting off their waists and chopping the star sword to stain the blood again. His body was also finally locked into the crowd, making it difficult to escape.

Around, all enemies. There is no need to worry about such a battle and no need to hesitate. One by one, the blood blossoms blossomed in front of him as the Sword of the Chopping Star waved. The color of blood blurred his gaze, and the smell of blood blurred his sense of smell.

One sword, approaching in front of the three people's chest, simultaneously bled flowers, fell to the ground, the body was quickly trampled by the mad surge, another sword, all three behind them were different. The just lost vacancy will soon be filled with more people. Ye Wuchen's previous serious injuries could not be healed at all. They were sustained by a single breath of death. Although there was a desire to kill, they were destined not to stop. Step by step in the direction of the palace door in the waving of the sword.

Behind him, two massive pressures burst into the air, long before the defensive leaves did not return, jumped forward high, suddenly the bloody ground was blown up, more than twenty guards killed on the spot in this hit of the elderly man in the yellow robe and black robe. Ye Wuchen's right arm swung in the sky, burning a flaming star-cutting sword drew a fire, the appalling sword went straight down, knocking out a dozen people below, after landing, his arm threw, the star-cutting sword spinning out, like the sickle of death cut a blood path more than three meters wide ahead, Ye Wuchen embraced the snow, stepped on the blood road and rushed out.

Behind him, that enormous pressure struck again, and two very powerful old men followed him, suppressing his death. Without them, Ye Wuchen had no chance of escape at all. He couldn't escape, his fingers bounced, two trembling thunderbolts flew to the heads of two people, the yellow robe and the black robe elderly side avoided, but at the moment when the yellow robe elderly man's gaze shifted slightly as he sided, a fire burst into his throat several times faster than the flying speed of the trembling thunderbolt. In the meantime, he killed himself and clamped the flying star-cutting sword into his hand. His palm bled like an injection, but immediately after the star-cutting sword, Ye Wuchen rushed into front of him at almost the same time. All his strength gathered over his right palm and suddenly pushed towards the star-cutting sword...

Another mutilated sound, the sword body penetrated from the neck of the old man in the yellow robe and the back neck penetrated out. The old man in the yellow robe stared into his eyes, fell down and died without meditation.

Boom!

Two thunderstorms landed simultaneously, flesh and blood in the roar, and the broken body interwoven into a large amount of blood mist in the air. Under two thunderstorms, dozens of people were killed and two huge pits were added to the ground. Watching his two brothers die in succession, the old man in the black robe shouted and took a large knife in the hands of a guard. He rushed wildly toward Ye Wuchen, and the knife took the key to Ye Wuchen directly. The cold knife wind cut Ye Wuchen's face into tears, and some guards nearer were not killed or injured. He used a lethal technique, a knife and a knife.

Ye Wuchen backwards and backwards continuously, avoiding snow condensation by the knife wind, then gently jumped back more than two meters high, red light flashed all over his body, a burning dragon-shaped flame flew towards him. The old man in the black robe had no idea that Ye Wuchen still had the power of fire, and not only did the dragon release surprisingly quickly, but the degree of burning made him shocked, afraid to forcibly resist, his body leaped backwards, allowing the dragon to whistle and fly under him. And just then, another whistle flew in, a pitch-black sphere followed the flame and shot at his face door, his body twisted and he dodged again.

The immediate consequence of the aerial borrowing was the exhalation of the airplane, and the rear force was unlikely. At the moment his feet just touched the ground, Ye Wuchen's body appeared in front of him, and the star-cutting sword cut off his head...

Dang!

The steel knife lifted by the old man Kung Wang under the black robe was easily cut off, the star-cutting sword was cut down, and his head was spilled with blood to fly...

All three mighty men were slaughtered with ease by Ye Wuchen. If Ye Mitsuchen fought them with strength in the face, he could defeat any one of them at this time, but he could not defeat the three of them simultaneously. Even killing one necessarily takes a lot of power. In order to solve them as quickly as possible and preserve their strength, the three old men, all of whom use the burst of the moment revealed by the other side to match their astonishment and instantaneous burst force to cause them to die - that is the horror of Degree. All three seniors died in agony.

Ye Wuchen seemed to make it easy, but every step of it, he had to calculate it clearly, and every moment had to pinch it right. And this method also applies only to those who are weaker than him, and any calculation against a divine power such as the upwind and the sun is a joke, only to defeat him with greater strength.

Ye Wuchen's pressure decreased dramatically, chopping stars swung with a violent atmosphere, cutting off all enemies within a hunch around him. On the chest, the snow-covered body trembled slightly. Ye Wuchen's heart was tight. He knew that snow condensation could not bear the smell of blood here and the unceasing sound of * * tearing. In order not to worry herself, she had been suffering patiently and dared not make a sound.

“Cher, close your eyes... we'll be out soon... soon...” He softly soothed, took a heavy breath, his eyes flashed with fierce light, yelled softly, chopped the star sword wide open, then no one can get within three meters of him under the sword's sword. With each sword swinging, twenty or thirty people were shot out in front, even if they were not dead, they would be seriously injured.

With his inner wounds aggravated, the wounds burst, releasing all of his strength, waving a star-cutting sword, biting his teeth, like a descending tiger, he rushed forward on the blood path, outside, all over the place.

After the wind faced the sun, the three strongest heavenly guards beside him also died in the blinking of Ye Wuchen's hand, the muscles on the windy face constantly twitching, finally black in front of his eyes, a bite of blood erupted.