Emperor of Death

Chapter 932 Fourth Rank Martial Ancestor
Although the battle between the two sides was intense, although Ouyang Shangzhi was very surprised that the opponent suddenly had so many Wuwangs to resist Wuzong and Wuhuang's masters, but seeing the enemy without Wuzong made Ouyang Shangzhi feel relieved.

He is a master of the fourth-rank Martial Ancestor, and his strength has reached a very terrifying level. Even if the four elders joined forces before, they could be easily crushed by him.

With this level of strength, enough Martial Kings may be able to defeat him together, but it is difficult to keep him.

"You bastards, let me die!" Thinking of the enemies who appeared and slaughtering the troops of the Extreme Cold School crazily, Ouyang Shangzhi couldn't help burning with anger. Those troops of the Extreme Cold School were all his strength Part of it, he only needs to sit in the camp on weekdays, and those subordinates can create a steady stream of wealth, and every time he loses a subordinate, he will feel a pity.

Seeing being slaughtered in large numbers now, he was naturally even more angry. He even saw a Martial King being killed by dozens of enemy Martial Kings in an instant as soon as he flew up.

The number of martial kings in the enemy is beyond imagination.

Ouyang Shangzhi's body suddenly flew up, and rushed towards the ten dragon blood warriors who had just killed Jihan Zongwu King.

It was only when Ouyang flew up that he realized that there was a black figure on his own path. It might be a coincidence that this figure stood here at some point.

"Get out of my way." Ouyang Shangzhi slapped him hard.

When the man in black turned his head, Ouyang Shangzhi saw that the other party had an excessively young face, but what surprised Ouyang Shangzhi was that such a young man, faced with his attack, his face remained unchanged, and at the same time Stretching out his hand, he met the palm he slapped.

"Boom!" The violent power exploded between the palms of the two, and the next moment, Ouyang Shangzhi's face showed deep shock.

In this confrontation between the two sides, he had the upper hand, but the opponent looked so young, and he was not injured by his palm, but was knocked into the air.

"It turns out they are from the Empire of Death. How dare you come here to wade into the muddy water." Ouyang Shangzhi stood in the air and said grimly.

Yechen got up from the ground, then slowly stepped forward, paced in the void, and said calmly: "The person who said this to me last time is called Yan Kui, and he should have entered the lower abdomen of the beast by now."

Ouyang Shangzhi's pupils shrank suddenly, and he said in a deep voice, "You are the group of people from Baixie Mountain."

"Hehe!" Ye Chen laughed, "Where are dead people talking so much nonsense?"

"Is it up to you to die? Your strength is far behind that of Lao Tzu." Ouyang Shangzhi said grimly, "So this is your strength, no wonder you were able to kill Yankui, but in front of me, you are still too weak , If I knew it was so weak, I should have gone over and killed you all."

"Hehe, then let me try the strength of Wu Zong's master, do you have the courage to go to the sky to fight with me?" The full force of Wu Zong's master exploded, even the Martial King may be affected to death.

Ouyang Shangzhi took a look around, and now with the actions of the three elders, the battle situation is temporarily in a state of anxiety, and he is also worried that the battle with Yechen will affect his masters of the Extreme Cold Sect, so he said coldly: "As you wish .”

The bodies of the two shot towards the sky at the same time, flew up to a height of several thousand meters, and surpassed the clouds.

In the sky, the full moon appeared extraordinarily bright and huge without the cover of dark clouds.

Under the moonlight, Yechen and Ouyang Shangzhi stood face to face.

"Boy, report your order. I will not kill the unknown under my sword." Ouyang Shangzhi said with a grinning grin.

Yechen said indifferently: "Yechen!"

"You are Yechen?" Ouyang was stunned, and then burst out laughing, "It's really hard to find anywhere. You were in the Empire of Death before, although I really want to take you off." But there is no way, I didn’t expect that you will come to your door, as long as you take off your head, I don’t need to work hard for that tiger all day long, hahaha, you are here, you are here! gone."

Yechen's place on the most wanted list is outrageously high, and can be compared with a holy weapon. Yechen's head is also a sky-high reward. Even if Ouyang Shangzhi has worked hard here for 100 years, there are endless prey for him to catch , and it is impossible to obtain a holy artifact.

What about the extremely cold sect, what about the lives of his subordinates, as long as he can get Yechen's head, even if all his subordinates are dead, Ouyang Shangzhi won't feel bad.

Silently taking out the long knife in his hand, Ouyang Shangzhi grinned grimly and said, "I promise you, in order to thank you for coming all the way to send the head, I will definitely give you a happy one. Take my knife and cut it with Xuanbing."

Ouyang Shangzhi suddenly approached Yechen, the long knife in his hand seemed to be spinning, drawing a beautiful arc, and on this arc, the air condensed, forming a bone-chilling chill.

The chill enveloped a large area, covering the space around Ye Chen, and even made Ye Chen unable to escape for a while.

A shot is a terrifying martial skill.

"Fourth-rank Martial Sect, it's really good. You have high-level talent, but unfortunately, your cultivation skills are only at the Zong-level." Ye Chen said plainly.

"It's enough to kill you." Ouyang Shangzhi said coldly. He was ruthless all his life, but his biggest regret was in martial arts. If he created a kung fu, then he would be limited by the kung fu, as long as he could not break through the shackles of the kung fu, then his realm would not be able to improve in his life.

Even if Ouyang Shangzhi is a genius, it is impossible for him to be promoted to Wuzun. Ouyang Shangzhi has worked hard for the alien race in order to hope that one day he will be able to obtain the martial arts of the Zun class.

Ye Chen said lightly: "Not enough!" The strength in his body also exploded at this moment, and the silver gun in his hand stabbed fiercely at Ouyang Shangzhi's long knife, making a loud "ding dong".However, Ouyang Shanzhi's Xuanbing Slash disappeared under Yechen's thrust, and all the power could not be condensed, and slowly spread out in the sky, making this emperor-level martial skill unable to exert its due power.

Ouyang raised his head in disbelief, and said in shock, "You can actually see the flaw in my move."

Ye Chen smiled lightly and said, "I said, I named the name of this move, do you believe it? And Xuan Bing Zhan is more powerful with a sword, but it's a pity that you use a knife."

"Farting, it's just a good luck. I dare to judge me. Yechen, I will definitely take your dog's head tonight. I will rely on your dog's head to become a strong man in the future." Ouyang Shangzhi once again made a knife, this time , the chill around him was more intense than before.

(End of this chapter)