Because Ye Chen avoided it, Jin Yang missed his third kill again. He missed Ye Chen, but split the space. Net
Jin Ni's face changed from ugly to ferocious, and his golden eyes turned scarlet, flashing with a cruel light.
"Don't stop, keep going!" Another hundred feet away, Ye Chen transformed into his true body. His body was weird and twisted, just like a black shadow floating there. It was very mysterious.
"You will die ugly." Jin Yang snarled coldly, then formed a seal with one hand, and a wave of halo spread.
But wherever the halo passed, the breeze stopped blowing, and the entire space was imprisoned and frozen.
At the same time, Jin Yang had disappeared, and he could chop off Ye Chen's head in just a ten thousandth of a second.
It's a pity that there is only one ten thousandth of a second, but Ye Chen slipped away, Jin Yang disappeared, and he also disappeared. It was synchronized, and the so-called space ban was also ignored by him.
Taixu Ancient Dragon's Taixu Divine Walking, specializes in spatial confinement, and with Jin Yi's cultivation and Taoism, he cannot be blocked.
"How is that possible?" The old quasi-emperor of the Golden Yao tribe also had an ugly face. He thought that with the help of the Flying Thunder God, it would be easy to kill Ye Chen, but who would have thought that he would miss one after another.
After missing for the fourth time, Jin Yang was furious and once again used the ultimate killing technique, the Flying Thunder God Technique, to its extreme.
Ye Chen smiled leisurely, holding a wine bottle, and his body was too weak, walking across the battlefield, cleverly avoiding every time.
The picture made the spectators' balls ache again. There was no boom, only a whooshing sound, and those who watched were dazzled.
"Why can't I use my eyes so well?" The little ape king rubbed his eyes, and the blazing golden eyes of the holy apes could not keep up.
"If it had been me, I would have been killed a long time ago." The God of the Wu Clan sighed, his heart pounding as he thought he couldn't escape.
"If Jin Ni had not used the Flying Thunder God Technique, no one would have known the origin of the Jin Ni clan and the Nie Mie clan." Nan Di lamented.
"If you want to learn, I'll teach you." Here, Honghuang Qilin Jiuchen turned back and looked at Yun Xiaozi with his head raised.
Yun Xiaozi looked indifferent and didn't respond. Are you kidding? Anyone who wants to learn the Flying Thunder God Technique can learn it? Auntie, I am at the pinnacle of quasi-emperor, please stop fooling me like this.
"This is not a good way to flirt with girls." Chiyangzi put his hands in his hands and glanced at Jiuchen, always thinking about beating him.
Jiuchen snorted and glanced to another place, his eyes fixed on a young man in plain clothes in the corner of the crowd.
The young man was ordinary, the kind who could catch a lot of him. His expression was calm and calm, without joy or worry, and he showed no aura of a monk, making people think that he was a mortal.
But anyone with a little vision can tell at a glance that he has returned to his original nature. The more ordinary he seems, the more terrifying he is.
"Here comes someone who is not easy to mess with." Jiuchen whispered.
"Why, you know him." Chiyangzi raised his eyebrows.
"I won't tell you even if I know you." Jiuchen's words almost made Chiyangzi explode. Damn it, is the prehistoric unicorn amazing? If you don't say anything when you ask, why don't you choke to death
"Taixu, do you recognize it?" Wuji looked at Jiang Taixu.
"Wu Qing." Before Jiang Taixu could speak, Mo Yuan spoke and took a deep breath, "The son of Emperor Xuanyuan."
"Another inheritance of the Imperial Way?" Chiyangzi was startled.
Wujizi and others couldn't help but sigh. Emperor Xuanyuan, the 130th Emperor of Xuanhuang, recognized as the most powerful emperor, actually has a legacy alive, how can people not be shocked.
As long as everything about the emperor is concerned, everyone in the world is in awe. The legends about the emperor are all myths, and the emperor's son is not as famous as his father.
"Previously it was the son of Xuangu, the son of Emperor Yan, and the brother of Yaochi. This time there is another son of Xuanyuan, which is really lively." Chiyangzi became more energetic. A pair of old eyes looked at the people present one by one, hoping to find something more. .
"The Emperor Ji is here too." Yun Xiaozi whispered, looking at the clouds in the void with her clear and beautiful eyes. A woman in green descended and stood gracefully. Her face could not be seen clearly. Although she was only a thousand feet away, she seemed to be more beautiful than in a dream. distant.
"Who is the Emperor Ji?" Chiyangzi also raised his head, his small eyes were shining brightly, "Such a peerless woman, unparalleled beauty, I wonder if she is married."
"Why, I want to tease her." Wujizi tilted his head and smiled.
"Both are at the peak of quasi-emperors. We are a perfect match, a talented man and a beautiful woman." Chiyangzi licked his hair and said narcissistically, "You have to help me with this to ensure my lifelong happiness."
"If you can beat Liu Dao, you can go and seduce her."
"I'm looking for a wife and have a relationship with that lunatic."
"It's a big deal." Xuan Zhenzi on one side stroked his beard, "Di Ji is a confidante of the Six Paths."
"I think he is more suitable for the Six Paths." Chiyangzi said earnestly, a quasi-emperor, so cowardly that there was no warning.
Not only him, but many quasi-emperors present always felt unnatural when they saw the Emperor Ji. They always thought of a madman who would not recognize his relatives when fighting. Counting.
Di Ji is very beautiful, but no one flirts with her! Even quasi-emperors don't dare to do it, Liu Dao's temper is not very good.
At this moment, too many old guys are subconsciously looking around. The Emperor Ji is coming, and the Six Paths of Protection will also come.
However, they didn't want him to come because they were afraid of being beaten again.
Everyone is looking at Di Ji, but Di Ji is looking at Ye Chen.
Her beautiful eyes actually had a trace of imperial essence, and she seemed to be able to see through Ye Chen's ghostly mask, and see through Ye Chen's true face.
Her expression was a little dazed. Looking at Ye Chen at this moment, it was like looking at Liu Dao. They were exactly the same.
"The evil spirit of the emperor, the ancient holy body, he is Ye Chen of Da Chu." After a trance, Di Ji murmured softly, her tone was a little surprised, even a little shocked.
During the second demon invasion, as a quasi-emperor at the pinnacle, she also participated in the battle and killed more than one demon general. She had heard of Ye Chen and had seen his portrait.
There will never be two ancient holy bodies in this life, and coupled with the inimitable evil spirit of the emperor in his body, she is extremely certain that the young man fighting with the eighth prince Jin Yang on the stage is the holy body Ye who died in the battle with Xingkong two years ago. Chen.
But she wondered why the dead Ye Chen was alive again.
No one gave her the answer. She only knew that Ye Chen was exactly the same as Liu Dao. She only knew that the younger generation of the great clan in the ancient times had no one to check and balance the Holy Body, which was the undefeated God of War.
On the stage, Ye Chen, who was Zongheng Taixu, couldn't help but glance sideways, as if he was aware of Di Ji's peek. When his beautiful eyes met Di Ji's, he frowned slightly and narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Di Yun, has she survived the emperor's calamity?" Ye Chen murmured to himself, confirming that Di Ji had revealed his identity. Although Zhou Tian was mysterious, he could not stop Di Yun from peeking.
"Be careful." He was stunned for a moment, but was awakened by the little ape emperor's loud shout, and then he hurriedly escaped to avoid the decisive blow.
But he was still too slow and was hit in the arm by Jin Yang's sword. The whole arm was removed and blood spurted out.
"Die!" With one successful blow, the eighth prince Jin Yang gained confidence, with a ferocious smile on his face, and struck directly at Ye Chen's soul with a sword.
"Who gave you the confidence?" Ye Chen sneered, walked up to the sky, and crossed the sky. The chopped off arm had been restored. Jin Yang's previous decisive blow was far from damaging the root.
"Execute." Jin Ni followed him like a shadow, his sword already coming.
Ye Chen snorted coldly, suddenly raised his hand, grabbed it impartially, blessed the Taoist principles, and shattered the killing sword.
Jin Yang abandoned his sword and pointed a thunderous finger at Ye Chen's eyebrows.
However, Ye Chen was faster. He turned his head to avoid being destroyed, kicked Jin Yang over, and then gave him another palm. The powerful Jin Yang's body was almost knocked away.
"Kill." Jin Yang gritted his teeth and shot lightning in his eyes, as if he was very optimistic about Ye Chen's soul. This time, he was attacking Ye Chen again, and he was about to kill Ye Chen in one blow.
Ye Chen was strong and did not dodge. He called out with a palm. He was hit by Jin Yang, but Jin Yang was also punched by him. He was fine, but Jin Yang was miserable. Half of his body was hit. Exploded, the whole thing flipped out.
"I don't believe it." Jin Yang was furious and suddenly stopped.
"Then I'll beat you to it." Ye Chen snorted coldly. Jin Yang didn't even take a breath before he came to kill him and punched him.
Being approached by the holy body, the spectators from all directions mourned Jin Yang in a very unrealistic manner, because what followed was going to be very bloody.
This was also the case. The eighth prince Jin Yang, who was bullied by Ye Chen, was beaten all the way until he could not lift his head.
Ye Chen's energy and blood were rising like fire, each punch was harder than the last, blood was visible from every punch, and the blood and bones of Prince Jin Yang were flying everywhere.
He originally wanted to delay the visit, but seeing how crazy Jin Yang was, he decided to let the eighth prince Jin Yang have fun.
Jin Yang was miserable. Every time he tried to fight back, he was beaten back. Every time he tried to use secret techniques, he was interrupted by Ye Chen.
Blood splashed all over the sky, Jin Yang was blown up again and again, recovered again and again, and then was blown up again and again.
The dignified prince of a great family didn't even have a chance to breathe in front of Ye Chen. He was really suppressed and beaten all the way.
The scene is a bit ironic. He, who possesses the secret technique of Flying Thunder God, is being suppressed and beaten like this, unable to even escape.
He wanted to escape, but Ye Chen refused. He had previously erased all the time and space marks in this world. It was impossible for the Eighth Prince Jin Yang to escape in this way.
"Beat, beat to death." Before the Little Ape Emperor could howl at everyone, the four quasi-emperors Qiongqi, Tanshe, Yaozhao and Taotie laughed ferociously, laughing wildly and extremely happily.
The prince of my family was maimed, and your family won’t be able to live well either. Come on! Hurt each other! We don't feel bad.
"Bastard." Jin Ni Zhundi couldn't sit still and disappeared in an instant. He also used the Flying Thunder God Technique to kill Ye Chen in an instant before the heavens could react, thus eliminating the trouble forever.
"Knowing your magical power, how could you be defenseless." The three quasi-emperors in the heavens suddenly appeared, and the three emperors' soldiers flew across the sky, sealing the world. Jin Ni quasi-emperor was forced out, spitting out blood.
"Get out." Jin Yang was furious and used the Jidao Emperor's soldiers to charge towards him.
"Three against one, looking for abuse." The three quasi-emperors in the heavens scolded coldly. The three quasi-emperors faced one quasi-emperor, and the three emperor soldiers faced one emperor's soldiers. They all suppressed them absolutely, blocking Jin Ni's quasi-emperor in the void. God, I still want to rush over, what are I thinking about
"Bitch, you're shameless. If your descendants fight, it's all your fault." Seeing that the gods had the upper hand, the descendants of the gods cursed one after another. It doesn't matter whether you are a quasi-emperor or not, you will still be scolded.
"Fight, fight to the death." Another wave of young monks gathered around the battlefield, waving flags to cheer Ye Chen.
Ye Chen had a natural instinct and had to be worthy of his father and fellow villagers. The beating made Prince Jin Yang unable to tell the difference between east, west, north and south.