Supreme Immortal Emperor

bang! Bang!

As the two peaks collapsed, Haotian Shiyue and the purple clothed old man were shaken into the void one after another.

sou! sou! sou!

With one after another divine rainbow flying, more than a dozen people wearing yin-yang robe immediately surrounded the two in the center.

“Run? Why don’t you run away.” A purple-haired youth headed by the dozen people looked at Haotian Shiyue and the purple clothed old man playfully, “Take everything you should Hand it over, I can give you a happy one.”

“You are delusional.” Haotian Shiyue is coldly snorted, staggered, blood overflowing in his mouth, and a sword mark on his jade shoulder, a scar. The light lingers everywhere, dissolving her essence, making the wound unable to heal.

Her side purple clothed old man is even more miserable, covered in countless blood, blood and bones have been exposed in many places, and the most frightening thing is that there is a brutal blood hole on his chest.

“Shiyue younger sister, why are you?” The purple-haired youth showed white teeth, and his eyes were full of lustful light. “Your Haotian Aristocratic Family is like this now. Why fight with my yin and yang Aristocratic Family, why don’t you follow me, big brother, I will treat you well.”

“You don’t dream less.” The purple robe old man exclaimed.

“My mouth is hard when I die.” A cold glow burst into the eyes of the purple-haired youth, “Kill me this old bastard.”

His voice fell over, more than a dozen. Individuals killed the purple clothed old man one after another, but the purple-haired young man leaped towards Haotian Shiyue with expression.

“Old Yang.” Upon seeing this, Haotian Shiyue hurriedly stepped forward.

“Shiyue younger sister, your opponent is me.” The purple-haired young man blocked Haotian Shiyue in an instant, and there was a flickering light in his eyes.

“Go away.” Haotian Shiyue let out a cold call, with clouds gathering in her palm, and she slapped the young man with purple hair.

“To have no shame.” The purple-haired young man screamed abusively, not retreating but advancing, but also pushed out with a palm.

bang!

When the two palms collided, Haotian Shiyue was shaken back on the spot, a mouthful of blood was spit out, and his face was instantly pale to the extreme.

sou!

The figure of the purple-haired youth is like a ghost. Haotian Shiyue was injured again before the figure stopped, and was knocked over by the purple-haired youth. He vomited blood more than once during the inverted flight.

“I have no time to waste time with you.” The young man with purple hair expressed cold, flipped his hand and took out a killing sword, pierced Changhong with a sword, approaching Haotian Shiyue.

“Young Lady.” Over there, the purple clothed old man who was fighting to death wanted to come to rescue, but was blocked by a dozen people on the other side.

“Is it over?” In the inverted flight, Haotian Shiyue smiled tiredly, bleeding from her mouth, her eyes became hazy and blurred, and she murmured, “Father, mother, Shiyue may not be able to return. Go.”

Of course, at this moment, an arm suddenly appeared, wrapped around her waist, and settled on the void.

Feeling the rising temperature, Haotian Shiyues subconsciously side head, staring blankly at the person holding her waist, he wears a broken mask, black hair dancing, the most What was dazzling was the engraved word of hatred on his right forehead, and blood was still oozing at this time.

Suddenly, the picture freezes in this instant, and the young man with the mask is also engraved in her eyes in this instant.

zheng!

When she was stunned, there was a sound of killing swords.

When he looked at it, he realized that the sword of the purple-haired youth had been firmly held in his hand by Ye Chen, letting the killing sword move, letting the purple No matter how powerful the young man was, he could no longer pierce a half point.

At this moment, Ye Chen has lifted the sole of his foot and kicked the purple-haired youth out.

bang!

A dozen meters away, a huge boulder crashed and collapsed when the body of the purple-haired youth flew upside down.

pu!

As soon as he got up, the purple-haired young man came out with his mouth spurt blood, his face turned sullen in an instant, staring at Ye Chen, “Who are you? “

“Who do you think I am.” Here, Ye Chen has let go of Haotian Shiyue, looking at the purple-haired youth with interest.

“Then die!” The purple-haired youth yelled loudly, and a streak of divine light flew out from the center of his eyebrows. Upon closer inspection, it was a Yin-Yang Wheel disc, shining brightly. Pressed against Ye Chen.

hmph!

Ye Chen sneered, did not retreat but advanced, without saying a word, suddenly raised his hand, shook hands into a fist, Bahuang punched towards the Yin-Yang Wheel plate .

Boom! ka-cha!

On the spot, the Yin-Yang Wheel flew out, and it was still full of cracks.

“I regret the Spiritual Artifact with my bare hands.” Here, Haotian Shiyue was full of shock, “This person is really strong!”

Bang! bang! pu!

When she was shocked, the purple-haired youth was already particularly miserable. He was beaten by Ye Chen and turned helpless. After five rounds, he turned into a blood man.

pu!

With the blood splashed, the purple-haired youth who has not stopped his figure was pierced through the head by Ye Chen Fengshen’s sword, and his eyes became prominent when he died. , I never thought that the cultivation base of my empty and underworld realm would die so simply and neatly.

“Third Young Master.” Those who besieged the purple clothed old man were culled one after another, each with cold murderous intention.

Ye Chen sneered, stepping on the Taixu footwork, like a ghost-like kill, the Chixiao Sword in his hand, constantly shuttled among the people.

The next scene is extremely bloody and horrible to see. Where Ye Chen passed, there was a pool of blood, or he was chopped off his head, or pierced through the eyebrows, or smashed by a sword. , Every death is extremely miserable.

“This…” Now, not only Haotian Shiyue, but also the face of the purple clothed old man has changed. There are more than a dozen empty worlds! There is also a Spirit Void 3 Heavenly Layer, which was killed in no way.

Just, how do they know that Ye Chen, who has advanced to the Ninth Layer of the True Sun Realm as a cultivation base, is already qualified to fight the Ninth Realm, and is generally a person of 1-2-3 layers in the Ninth Realm. , Killing them is like playing.

“No…no no….” When the two were shocked, the last person was pushed onto the rock wall by Ye Chen, staggered and looked horrified. With Ye Chen.

Ye Chen strode forward, showing no mercy at all, and his shot was simply and neatly. Fengshen’s sword penetrated the man’s head.

So far, the Yin Yang Aristocratic Family has more than a dozen empty-nether realms, none of them have been spared, and they have all been killed by Ye Chen.

After turning over the Chixiao Sword, Ye Chen began to reap the spoils. He consciously took a dozen storage bags into his sleeves.

You know, he is poor now! He was extremely poor, he didn’t even have half of the Spirit Stone on his body. He continued to make full money, no money and no confidence! You have a sense of security when you have money. This is his idea.

Furthermore, the method of this man is still very skillful, not only took away their storage bags, but also the ornaments and so on all over them. If it were not for Haotian Shiyue Here, he would pick up their clothes one by one.

When the cleaning is over, Ye Chen looked towards Haotian Shiyue and the purple clothed old man.

“many thanks Fellow Daoist for help.” Haotian Shiyue and the purple clothed old man bowed their hands in thanks.