Emperor of Death

Chapter 1267 The Imperial War
"Boom!" The violent energy exploded in the sky, and Ye Chen was at the very center of the explosion energy, shrouded in silver light, making people unable to see the result clearly for a while.

The energy light cluster gradually expanded, and then, people saw four masters flying upside down from the sky, spitting out big mouthfuls of blood while flying upside down.

"This?" Countless people opened their mouths subconsciously.

Five martial saints rushed in, and four martial saints were severely injured in the blink of an eye.

The energy in the sky dissipated slowly, and everyone finally saw Ye Chen's appearance clearly.

Ye Chen, who was dressed in black, still stood proudly in the void, holding the head of an old man with his left hand, while the sword in his right hand was piercing into the old man's chest.

Blood dripped from the old man's body, then melted in the sky, and sprinkled towards Lanjiang like rain.

The blood of Wu Sheng is extremely precious, but at this moment no one has the mind to pay attention to the holy blood, but all mouths widened, watching this scene in shock.

The old man, who was calling for the Holy Son to go back just now, turned into a corpse in the blink of an eye.

That is a martial saint, aloof, and exists in the hearts of everyone like a god. His anger can burn thousands of miles into nothingness, and stomping his feet can cause a hundred thousand miles of vibration.

Such a big man died just like that, and his death was worthless.

The entire Lanjiang and Jiangyin City were silent, except for the heavy breathing of the people and the sound of the Lanjiang water crashing against the shore.

"Is that really General Ye Chenye? He's so strong." Someone murmured, finally breaking the silence.

"Yechen, if you dare to kill me, I will flatten your entire Jiangyin City!" Wen Chuan shouted loudly on the treasure ship, his voice was very clear in this quiet atmosphere, he Now being protected by his own masters, the blood on his right hand has been stopped, and he looked at Ye Chen, filled with monstrous hatred.

Yechen sneered and said, "Why, you failed the challenge and want to use another method? You clown, if you have the courage, come and fight against me again."

"You!" Wen Chuan was furious and shouted sharply, "Next time, I will kill you."

"Be careful!" Suddenly, someone exclaimed.

In the sky, above Ye Chen's head, there was a figure falling towards Ye Chen exuding a monstrous power, because it was too high, few people could see clearly the appearance of that person, even the race.But he grasped the void with his right hand and turned it into a huge palm that enveloped the entire Jiangyin city. Under this palm, Yechen was pitifully small.

"What kind of power is that? It's terrible." Countless people's souls were terrified. This force was many times stronger than before. Everyone clearly felt that the entire Jiangyin City and the crowd watching the battle were pressed down. To be wiped out.

"Emperor Wu!" Someone exclaimed.

"Hahaha, slave of the human race, tremble." The person who performed this move laughed loudly in the void.

"Who dares to act wildly in my human territory." A loud shout sounded in Jiangyin City, and immediately a figure rushed to the sky, then raised his head and slammed out of the hand in the sky.

"Boom!" Just as the palm print was about to hit Yechen, it was smashed to pieces by a human master.

"Fu Cheng, every time you spoil my good deeds." The foreign Emperor Wu was furious.

"It's Fu Cheng, Marshal Fu Cheng." The masters of the human race came to their senses and looked towards the sky.

This is the patron saint of the coastline of the human race. Every time a foreign race attacks, it is the night army and the dark army that firmly guard the line of defense, and they are the great heroes of the death empire.

"Hehehe, Fu Cheng, if you were the only one, not only would you not be able to keep this kid today, but you couldn't keep this Jiangyin city either." Emperor Wu of the foreign race grinned grimly.

"It's a master of the Siren Clan." Below, a master said in a deep voice, that kind of distance can only be seen clearly when the strength reaches a certain level.

"Oh, really, I want to see how a race like you can act wildly on my human territory." Fu Cheng sneered.

"If you count us?" Another voice sounded in the sky, and the clouds in the sky were torn apart, revealing two stalwart bodies.

"It's two masters of the mad shark clan, and the marshal alone, I'm afraid they can't resist it." Someone said in horror, his face turned pale.

"Countless people looked at the sky anxiously. Three Martial Emperors came from a foreign race. This is too scary. If Fu Cheng dies in battle, who will resist the coastline of the human race?
"Marshal, you have to hold on!"

"As for the reinforcements, as for the Emperor Wu of our human race, they have all come to kill us. Where is the Emperor Wu of our Death Empire?"

As an ordinary person, I can only watch silently, no matter how anxious my heart is, I can't help. This is an imperial war, let alone help, even if it is close to the ground, there is a danger of being wiped out.

On the treasure ship, Wen Chuan said coldly, "Yechen, today you are doomed."

A middle-aged man walked to the side of Wen Chuan. This is Wen Chuan's uncle Wen Xiang. He said to Wen Chuan, "Holy Son, are we believers hiding in Jiangyin City? Can we do it now?"

Wen Chuan looked at Yechen, with a strong hatred on his face, and immediately said grimly: "Kill it, I want Jiangyin City to perish, and I want Yechen's family members to die tragically."

"Yes!" Wen Xiang backed away, and went to order.

In a shop in Jiangyin City, Elder Li sat silently with his eyes closed. After a while, he opened his eyes and said with a sneer, "The Holy Son has orders, do it."

"Yes!" Dozens of commanders responded, and then they used the Martial God Space to order all the tens of thousands of horses lurking in Jiangyin City to dispatch at the same time to destroy Jiangyin City.

"You are here to direct, I will visit Ge Changming, lest he disturb my good business." Elder Li replied lightly.

"Yes!" the crowd responded.

Elder Li's figure flickered, and then disappeared.

On the treasure ship of the Underworld Sect, the middle-aged man whispered in Wen Chuan's ear, "Holy Son, let's do it."

"Hahahaha, good!" Wen Chuan laughed wildly, and then gave Yechen a provocative look from afar.

The battle in the sky was extremely fierce. Fu Cheng fought with the masters of the Kraken clan. The other two Martial Emperors of the Shark clan stood with their arms crossed and watched the battle. They looked at Fu Cheng as if they were looking at a dead person.

After a continuous battle for 1 minute, the two were tied.

The Martial Emperor master of the sea monster tribe shouted: "Don't watch the show, kill him together, so as not to have long nights and dreams."

"Kill!" Two mad sharks rushed towards Fu Cheng, causing the faces of countless spectators to change greatly. They were worried. A Martial Emperor of the Sea Monster Clan is so difficult to deal with. Now that two Martial Emperors have joined, Fu Cheng is too dangerous. No, as long as there is still a bit of conscience, people can't bear Fu Cheng's fall.

(End of this chapter)