boom! boom!
As the two mountain peaks suddenly collapsed, Haotian Shiyue and the old man in purple were knocked down into the void.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
As divine rainbows shot out, a dozen people wearing yin-yang robes instantly surrounded the two in the center.
"Run? Why don't you run away." The purple-haired young man who was the leader of the dozen people looked at Haotian Shiyue and the purple-clothed old man teasingly, "Hand over everything you need to hand over, and I can give you a good time." .”
"You're delusional." Haotian Shiyue snorted coldly, staggering, with blood spilling from her mouth. There was also a sword mark on her shoulder. There was a dim light lingering around the scar, which dissolved her essence, making the wound inoperable. heal.
The old man in purple clothes next to her was even more miserable. He was covered in countless blood and bones, and the blood and bones were exposed in many places. The most frightening thing was that there was a bloody hole on his chest.
"Sister Shiyue, why are you doing this?" The purple-haired young man showed his white teeth, and his eyes were full of evil light, "Your Haotian family is like this now, why are you fighting with my Yin-Yang family? Why don't you obey me, brother, and I will treat you well."
"Stop dreaming." The purple-robed old man shouted angrily.
"You are still talking tough when you are about to die." The purple-haired young man's eyes suddenly burst out with cold light, "Kill this old guy for me."
After he finished speaking, more than a dozen people rushed towards the old man in purple clothes, while the purple-haired young man rushed towards Haotian Shiyue with an evil look on his face.
"Mr. Yang." Seeing this, Haotian Shiyue hurriedly stepped forward.
"Sister Shiyue, your opponent is me." The purple-haired young man blocked Haotian Shiyue in an instant, with an evil light flashing in his eyes.
"Go away." Haotian Shiyue shouted coldly, clouds gathered in the palm of his hand, and he slapped the purple-haired young man with his palm.
"Shameless." The purple-haired young man said in a playful voice. He advanced instead of retreating and pushed out with one palm.
boom!
When the two palms collided, Haotian Shiyue was knocked back on the spot, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and her face instantly turned extremely pale.
Whoosh!
The purple-haired young man's figure was like a ghost. Before Haotian Shiyue could stop himself, he was injured again. He was hit by the purple-haired young man and flew out. While flying upside down, he vomited blood more than once.
"I don't have time to waste time with you." The purple-haired young man looked cold, turned over his hand and took out a killing sword, and pierced Changhong with the sword, heading towards Haotian Shiyue.
"Miss." Over there, the old man in purple who was fighting to the death wanted to come to rescue, but was blocked by more than a dozen people on the other side.
"Is it over?" As she was flying upside down, Haotian Shiyue smiled tiredly, her mouth overflowed with blood, and her eyes became hazy, and she murmured, "Father, mother, I'm afraid Shiyue won't be able to go back."
However, at this moment, an arm suddenly appeared, wrapped around her waist, and stood still in the void.
Feeling the temperature coming from the arm, Haotian Shiyue subconsciously turned her head and stared blankly at the person holding her waist. He was wearing a broken mask, with flying black hair. The most dazzling thing was the one on the right side of his forehead. The word "hate" was engraved on it, and it was still oozing with blood.
Suddenly, the scene froze at this moment, and the young man wearing the mask was engraved in her eyes at this moment.
Zheng!
When she was stunned, the sound of killing swords sounded.
When he looked around, he realized that the purple-haired young man's killing sword had been firmly held in Ye Chen's hand. No matter how the killing sword moved, no matter how hard the purple-haired young man applied, Unable to penetrate another half point.
At this moment, Ye Chen had already raised the soles of his feet and kicked the purple-haired young man out.
boom!
More than ten feet away, a huge boulder collapsed suddenly after being hit by the flying body of the purple-haired young man.
puff!
As soon as he got up, the purple-haired young man spat out a mouthful of blood, and his face turned ferocious in an instant, staring at Ye Chen, "Who are you?"
"Who do you think I am?" Here, Ye Chen had let go of Haotian Shiyue and looked at the purple-haired young man with interest.
"Then die!" The purple-haired young man shouted violently, and a divine light flew out from the center of his eyebrows. If he looked carefully, he saw that it was a yin-yang roulette, shining brightly and pressing towards Ye Chen.
snort!
Ye Chen sneered, instead of retreating, he advanced. Without saying a word, he suddenly raised his hand, shook his hand into a fist, and punched the Yin-Yang Roulette.
boom! Click!
On the spot, the Yin-Yang Roulette flew out and was covered with cracks.
"I regret the spiritual weapon with my bare hands." Here, Haotian Shiyue's eyes were full of shock, "This man is so strong!"
boom! boom! puff!
When she was shocked, the purple-haired young man was already in an extremely miserable state. He was beaten so hard by Ye Chen that he could not stand up. In less than five rounds, he turned into a bloody man.
puff!
As the blood spattered, the purple-haired young man who had not yet stopped was pierced through the head by Ye Chen Fengshen's sword. His eyes were highlighted until he died. He never thought that with his cultivation in the spiritual realm, he would die like this. Crisp and neat.
"Third Young Master." Those who surrounded and killed the old man in purple rushed over one after another, each with cold murderous intent.
Ye Chen sneered, stepping on the Taixu footwork, killing like a ghost, with the Chixiao Sword in his hand, constantly shuttling between the people.
The next scene was particularly bloody and shocking. Wherever Ye Chen passed, there was a pool of blood. Either his head was cut off, his eyebrows were pierced, or he was struck alive with a sword. Every death scene was extremely miserable.
"This..." At this time, not only Haotian Shiyue, but also the face of the old man in purple changed. That was more than a dozen spiritual realms! Among them, there was also a third-level spiritual being who was killed and was unable to resist at all.
However, how did they know that Ye Chen, who had advanced to the ninth level of the True Yang Realm, was already qualified to fight against the Lingxu Realm. Generally speaking, killing people at the first, second and third levels of the Lingxu Realm was just a joke. .
"No... no no..." When the two were shocked, the last person was forced to the rock wall by Ye Chen, staggering and looking at Ye Chen in horror.
Ye Chen strode forward without any mercy, and his attack was crisp and clean. Fengshen's sword pierced the man's head.
At this point, no one in the dozen or so spiritual realms of the Yin-Yang family was spared, and they were all killed by Ye Chen.
Turning over his hand to put away the Red Sky Sword, Ye Chen began to harvest the loot. He consciously put a dozen storage bags into his sleeves.
You know, he is poor now! He was so poor that he didn't even have half of his spiritual stone. He had to get some money. Without money, he had no confidence! Money means security, that's what he thinks.
Moreover, this guy's skills were still extremely skillful. Not only did he take away their storage bags, but also all the ornaments on their bodies. If Haotian Shiyue hadn't been here, he would have taken them away one by one. His clothes were also taken away.
After finishing cleaning up, Ye Chen looked at Haotian Shiyue and the old man in purple.
"Thank you, fellow Taoist, for saving me." Haotian Shiyue and the old man in purple bowed their hands in thanks.