Banished Disciple’s Counterattack

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boom! boom!

When several people talked, Ye Chen and Jian Shen Jian Yi were still shaking in the sky.

Looking away, Ye Chen is already a blood man, a powerful sacred body, and has been beaten.

Looking at swordsman swordsmanship again, it ’s not much better. Kendo is still there, but swordsmanship has weakened a lot. The illusory figure has become almost transparent, and it may dissipate between heaven and earth at any moment.

The people of Da Luo Jianzong were shocked. In an imperial realm, the sword **** was so miserable.

"What is Ye Chen doing? Do you want to destroy the sword **** sword intention?" The sound of astonishment in the sky continued.

"Zhaozhao is terrible. He is hated by the sword **** Jianyi?"

"Mixed into Da Luo Jianzong, he's too brave."

"I haven't captured him yet." In the sound of surprise, the king of Da Luo Jianzong Leng hummed like a thunderous ancient thunder.

"Kill." The sages and Zhunsheng were awakened from shock and rushed into the sky.

"Really **** it." The King of King Luo Jianzong never stepped forward, but used the magical powers of the heavens to recall the lost sword God sword. His expression was extremely cold. Not long ago, he was glad that the King Luo Jianzong had a Holy Body. But the fact is so nonsense.

"Ye Chen, is not yet Fuxi." On the other side, the Lord of the Great Luo Jianzong and others have surrounded Xutian.

"Jianfeidao, you can still remember Donghuang Taixin." Regardless of their scolding of the Lord Luo Jianzong, Ye Chen still waved the killing sword, and there was a shocking roar in his mouth.

"Look for death." Seeing Ye Chen ignore them, several saints of Da Luo Jianzong sacrificed the killing sword and cut it to Ye Chen, all of whom were slaying supernatural powers, and did not leave Ye Chen a trace of life.

Immediately, the Eucharist's golden blood was covered with empty blood, and every drop was dazzling.

Of course, Ye Chen is like a madman. Regardless of the attack behind him, he still madly attacks the sword **** sword intention. The sword **** sword intention is almost dissipated. This opportunity is rare for him. If he gives up, if If you want to come to the sword, it will be difficult.

His madness frowned Da Luo Jianzong saints, quasi-sages and even holy kings.

The elders and disciples of Da Luo Jianzong are discolored again. Is this to kill the sword **** sword in front of a holy king, 18 saints, more than 200 quasi saints, and millions of monks in Da Luo Jianzong?

"Jian Feidao, you can still remember Donghuang Taixin." Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Ye Chen's sword God's sword was almost disintegrated. The words in his mouth were still roaring, and his voice was sad.

"Call the sword god's name taboo, be a slapstick." The sage of Da Luo Jianzong shook the sky, killing him from all directions, and chopped out the swordsmanship, leaving a trail of blood on the body of Ye Chensheng.

"Call the sword god's name taboo, be a concubine." Da Luo Jianzong more than two hundred quasi-sects also rushed up.

Ye Chen burned the source of the Eucharist, in exchange for powerful combat power, and cut off the highest sword since monasticism.

A sword against the sky, the sword god's illusory figure was cut off on the spot.

To this end, Ye Chen also paid a bitter price. He was chopped by many saints, one arm was chopped, and the blood on his back was extremely deep, showing the brilliant spine, which was very scary.

Damn it!

Eighteen saints and more than two hundred quasi-sages looked at each other in a horrible manner and rushed up.

Ye Chen dragged the broken sacred body, shrunk into an inch, avoided a lot of lore, and jumped out, like a godsman, flew out of Da Luo Jian Zong, the **** back was very dazzling.

Damn it!

The King of King Luo Jianzong moved a lot and chased him out.

He thought that 18 saints and more than 200 quasi-sages were enough to capture Ye Chen easily, but the ending was beyond his expectations. He was in the presence of a holy king, eighteen saints, and more than two hundred saints. Let Qiqiang kill the sword **** Jianyi, if he knew this, he should have shot earlier.

kill!

Da Luo Jianzong saint and Zhunsheng also hunted out, and hundreds of thousands of monks followed.

Below, the Nie Feng on the Zizhu Peak also flew out, with a dignified look, as if he had seen Ye Chenxian's eyes conceal himself, and now that Da Luo Jianzong is in this lineup, Ye Chen is basically dead.

boom! Bang!

The starry sky was turbulent, and the pressure of Da Luo Jianzong's strong momentum kept tumbling.

The four sides shook, such as the influx of people gathering. When they saw the Da Luo Jianzong battle, they suddenly changed their look. "One holy king, eighteen saints, more than two hundred quasi saints, and nearly one million monks."

"What's wrong." The monk who arrived later looked at the distance in shock.

"I heard Ye Chen mixed with Da Luo Jian Zong, and also killed the sword **** Jianyi in front of Da Luo Jian Zong."

"In front of Da Luo Jianzong? Killing the sword **** Jianyi?" The four sides were horrified. Ye Chen's courage and combat power were shocking, but he could escape from Da Luo Jianzong.

"Would you be so crazy?"

"This time Ye Chen will most likely kneel." Too many people sighed, "Da Luo Jianzong's battle today is enough to sweep the entire dipper star domain, and only that holy king can destroy him with one palm."

"Don't lie down?" In the shock, he suddenly heard the anger of the star King Da Luo Jianzong shaking the starry sky. He performed great magical power, stepped over the cymbal, and covered the hundred thousand feet with the power of the world. The starry sky, the crushed starry sky collapsed every inch.

"Is this the power of the Holy King?" Ye Chen vomited blood and clenched his teeth, but he still knelt down on the starry sky with the palm of his hand. One palm of the king, a boundary between realms, is the difference between heaven and earth.

"Seal." Eighteen saints of Da Luo Jianzong and more than 200 quasi-sages killed together, and Ye Chen, who was in a large array, was still resisting. He was banned on the spot and even mana was imprisoned.

"Death." The monks watching around could not help but mourn.

"Death." Ye Chen's voice was hoarse, and Xianyan concealed himself. He couldn't find any chance to escape.

"It violates the majesty of Da Luo Jianzong, and there is no death for redemption." In the starry sky, the words of the Holy King of Da Luo Jianzong were majestic and cold, and with a killing sword in his hand, he was like a high king, who would adjudicate Ye Chen under the attention of everyone In order to maintain the power of Da Luo Jianzong.

"Dar Luo Jianzong." Ye Chen smiled sadly and indignantly, and this was the Man Wan Cang Sheng he guarded.

"Holy Lord." In the Chaos God Tripod, Duan Yu and others were all red with eyes. They once stood on the blood bones to defend the heavenly God of Wanyuan, but now they are judged as sinners.

"Brother Ye." In the figure of Da Luo Jian Zong Ru Wang Yang, Nie Feng was holding the sword in his hand and wanted to rush out, but was blocked by a fairy light behind her. That was Ling Xuan, and she followed.

"Release my imprisonment." Nie Feng looked at Ling Xuan with **** eyes.

"I can't watch you go to death." Ling Xuan nibbled her teeth, knowing that Nie Feng and Ye Chen were good brothers, but couldn't let Nie Feng go, it was a dead end.

"Cut." When the two were talking, there was another majestic and cold voice. The King of King Luo Jianzong had raised the killing sword, and across the ten thousand feet, cut out a sword-mangling that destroyed the world.

However, at this moment, a fairy light descended from the sky and fell in front of Ye Chen, turning into a hazy figure with white hair and white hair, like a transcendent fairy.

Click!

The sword mang cut out by the King of King Luozong Sect, before turning into Ye Chen, turned into flying ash.

Then, a coercion that made the starry sky trembled with it, centered on that dim figure, a ripple spread unrestrictedly, wherever it passed, whether it was the Holy King or Saint, or the quasi-holy peace The imperial realm was crushed to kneel in the starry sky.

Myths of the heavens ... coming.