Banished Disciple’s Counterattack

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Ahead, to a starry sky.

This starry sky, misty, lonely and cold, although there are many ancient stars, but there is no vitality, let alone half a figure, the entire star field, all in the darkness, a ruined scene, yes This is a dead starfield, and it will be Ye Chen's battlefield.

While speaking, Ye Chen stepped in and went deeper.

Qiu Qi then came, and his fingertips continued to poke the star space into big holes. The embarrassing thing was that his attack did not hit Ye Chen once, and the walk was too slippery.

So it's a million miles.

I do n’t know when Ye Chen settled down enough to penetrate the starry sky.

"Wait ants, where do you go?" Qiu Qi killed.

That puppet turned into a human form, covering the sky with one palm, heavy as a mountain, crushing the starry sky.

His palm was enough to crush a great saint.

Ye Chen sneered, do not hide or dodge, headed up, fully fit the quasi-empire, blessed the combat power, held the secret method, evolved magical powers, united nine ways and eight wastes, and threw back the poor strange with one punch.

Poorly surprised, unbelievable, he is a quasi-empire!

Soon, he broke the clue that Ye Chen's body was filled with quasi-empire soldiers.

"Single." Ye Chen twisted his neck fiercely.

"I look down on you." Poorly smiled, blood-red eyes, terrible.

Ye Chen didn't answer and came straight.

In his hand, he transformed an illusive golden sword, which was gathered by Tao.

"Daojian?" Qiong Qi blooded his eyes slightly.

With three or two breaths, Ye Chen was killed, and ascended to the sky, a volley of swords cut out a bright fairy river, plus the power of the quasi-perfect emperor. The power was invincible, and it easily broke the starry sky.

Poorly sneer, swiping with one palm, annihilated Xianhe.

At the same time, his eyebrows shot out of the thunderous thunder, penetrated the starry sky, and focused on Ye Chenyuanshen.

Ye Chen's heart was cold, and the nine gods melted together, crushing the thunder.

Poor funny laughter, self-recognition of the mysterious skills of the protoss, more curious about Ye Chen.

However, he was not in a hurry to lift Ye Chen's veil.

He has a stinky problem, he always thinks about himself, reveals the mystery, but it is boring, he will take off Ye Chen's veil, layer by layer.

Opposite, Ye Chen killed again, one sword runs through Changhong.

Poorly, he flew away for a moment, turned his palms, and overturned Ye Chen. Before Ye Chen stabilized his body, he raised his hand and pointed away, pointing at the destruction and rottenness, and said, "The ants are the ants."

In the imagination, the picture of Ye Chen being penetrated is not presented.

With a single finger, Qi Qi was short, or at that moment, Ye Chen suddenly disappeared.

"Turn Yu into dust?" Poor Qi frowned.

"Guess it right." The cold words sounded in his ears, Ye Chen killed from the dusty space, and the poor Qi Qi kicked back, Dao Jian attacked the origin directly. He was uncomfortable. He was Domineering, but nothing to hang, Tao sword is not an ordinary sword, regardless of the physical body.

"Dammit." Poor Qi's anger, leisurely expression suddenly dissipated, in exchange for the color of cricket.

At this moment, he started to face Ye Chen. This man is not an ordinary sage king. He can be a great saint even if there is no quasi-employee to assist the war.

For a moment, his momentum suddenly rose.

Ye Chen is not weak and full of energy. He also showed his peak fighting power. He put on the armour of the sky, opened the inner body, and the inch-inch sacred body, all shining gold, covered every pore on his body. All devour the Source of the Eucharist, the majestic blood, rolling like the ocean.

The war broke out and the starry sky burst.

On one side, the poor strangely opened a vision, backed by the desolate land, the Tao was intertwined with the vision of destruction, the stars were silent, the sun was falling apart, the ghost was mourning, the blood was dripping, he was like a **** of the world, Devouring all kinds of evils, chaosing the yin and yang, and upside down.

On the one side, Ye Chen propped up the Golden Fairy Realm, blended with the chaos realm, everything evolved internally, and it was also a fusion of multiple visions. The Shenlong was circling, the Phoenix was hissing, the white tiger was roaring, and the basalt was expanding the road. God beast, guarding the Quartet, he stands in the center, like the God of War, and plays the chaos in the body, interweaving with the origin, and merging with the blood.

"Suppress me." Poor Qi attacked, summoned a giant Yue, pressed to Ye Chen.

"Broken." Ye Chen was even more domineering, against the sky, and the mountain blasted with a punch.

At this instant, Qi Qi was killed, a palm opened Ye Chen's chest, and Ye Chen's holy bone was dismantled. He was then crushed into ash. Ye Chen never suffered, and a sword was poking a blood hole in Qi Qi. Dao Jian's murderous power penetrated into its meridians, attacked its origins, and did wanton destruction.

One move against each other, the two have their own wins and losses.

Poor Qi's anger was soaring. With a palm of his hand, from the sky of Jiuxiao, a thunderous sea of ​​blood was called, such as the Jiutian River of God, which drowned Ye Chen. This is the Qiqi's family of immortals. There is a prohibition within it. It will be difficult to get out, and will be torn into blood mist by the Thunder.

Of course, he still underestimated Ye Chen.

The sixteen emperors were punished by God, and Ye Chen resisted. Why was he afraid of the thunderous sea of ​​blood? He transformed into a golden dragon, freeing thunderous sea of ​​blood, and instantly transformed human form. For a while, frequently appeared together, the array connected to the array, trapped the poor strange quasi-perfect emperor.

"Emperor Dao Fuxi array." Poor Qi snorted, "Who are you?"

"Guess." Ye Chen closed the seal with one hand, and moved the array to annihilate the poor.

"This time, I can't trap my king." Poor and violent drinking, random collision, and the fragmentation of Emperor Dao Fuxi was not broken. It was not that Emperor Dao Fuxi was not able to do it. The opponent is a quasi-empire, and the realm suppresses the Holy King.

But after three breaths, Poor Qi broke out.

"Mo Ji, there is." Ye Chen has been waiting for a long time, sacrificing Chaos Ding, hanging in the sky, and manifested together, as well as other magical instruments, summoned by Chaos Ding, there are as many as tens of thousands, a respect flashes The dazzling light shines the dim starry sky.

"Chaos tripod?" Poor and strange, disregarding other instruments, only chaos tripod.

This tripod is a symbol, and its appearance clearly shows Ye Chen's identity.

However, it is hard to imagine that the poor and quasi-perfect emperor, Ye Chen, who fought with him, it is ridiculous that he only knew at this moment, and he also understood why a holy king was so strong.

He was shocked for a moment, showing flaws and giving Ye Chen a chance.

The chaos is buzzing, Wanzun's instruments are all in harmony, the instruments are connected to the instruments, and the power is connected. They have fallen from the sky and have not really fallen yet. The starry sky has collapsed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

puff!

Strong as a poor body, it was crushed and crushed, and blood was thin like a spring.

Wanjian Fengshen!

Ye Chen was cold, and a sword hole penetrated the poor and strange head, and severely damaged its primitive god.

what……!

Poor Qi roared, sacrifice his destiny, and knocked over Ye Chen.

war!

Ye Chen settled down and killed again.

kill!

Poor Qi growls, his eyes are scarlet, blood and blood are tyrannical, and his face is hazy like a demon. He healed the body of the **** with great magical powers, and defended himself in Shenhai with his destiny. Ye Chennai, an enemy of the Qiqi family, How can he give up the kind of endless.

The fighting between the two men became increasingly fierce.

The blood, like the rain pouring, from Ye Chen, but also the poor and strange, the blood of the two of them fell into various forms during the fall, and they continued to attack.

The picture of blood is shocking.

Thanks to the absence of a spectator, if there is an outsider here, it must be shocked. Ye Chen's overbearing combat power is only the sacred king's realm. With only one quasi-employee cheering, he dares to be a tough steel quasi-quasi-prince.

puff!

In the 100th round, Ye Chen's body burst, and the Holy Path was strong enough to heal against the sky.

Then, in the 200th round, the peculiarity of the physical body was overbearing. The body of the **** burst into blood mist, but the recovery force was also horrible. With just a drop of blood, the physical body was reshaped.

They fought wildly, like two beasts, primitive and violent.

It can be seen that Ye Chen has the upper hand. Although blood and blood are declining, the war is high.

On the other hand, it ’s a bit miserable to look at the poor and strange. The human form, blood and bones were lost, and the sky was full of stars. Every time I tried to counterattack, I was beaten back by Ye Chen. He was healed again and again, but he was beaten again and again. The emperor was forced to go mad by a holy king.

puff!

It was a blood flower bloom again, and the strange body was burst, I do not know how many times it burst.

The poor stranger walked away, wanting to reshape the **** body again.

However, this time Ye Chen did not give him a chance. Chaos Ding, Wanzun Implement, Chaos Realm, and Golden Fairy Realm all suppressed his Yuanshen, and his true body was also beheaded by Ye Chen.

Do not……!

The poor was screaming, his eyes were highlighted, and his eyes were full of fear. However, no matter how he snarled, it was difficult to stop the withered Yuan God. The true body was beheaded, and even if he were to be emperor, it would be difficult to reverse the sky.

He lost, and the poor odds lost again, to Ye Chen.

He is unwilling, he is angry, but these are not important anymore. This defeat is disappearing.

boom!

With a boom, the poor and illusory primitive gods were completely destroyed.

The starry sky, because of his death, fell into a deadly silence, only the blood mist flew, only the strange roar, infinite resounding, added a gloomy sadness to the broken starry sky.

puff!

Ye Chen spurted blood, and stood still.

He won, but he was almost dead. The overbearing sacred ancient sacred body was filled with golden blood, all bloodstained, horrible and scary, and it was difficult to heal the wound.

However, without the support of the emperor soldiers, he slaughtered the quasi-empire only in the sacred king's realm. He is still the quasi-employed in the wild and scarce. He is proud of himself. The quasi-empire is too difficult to kill.

"It seems that I am the final winner."

Ye Chen sat down with her butt, and although she was bleeding in her mouth, she was smiling and unrestrained.

He was right.

In the Nether Pavilion auction, he got the real fire, the real thunder, the purple gold gourd, and the immortal immortal gold. In addition, there were two Honorable Emperors, a lifetime collection, and I asked people who had previously participated in the auction. Which one can compare with his gains.

"Really good." Looking at the booty, Ye Chen smiled again.

"Be careful." He said something, and sang aloud, passed from a copper stove.

More precisely, it was from Lin Xing in a copper furnace.

Hearing that, Ye Chen suddenly looked back.

In the eyes, I saw a faint sect, pressing him to shoot, fused with the deadly murderous power, extremely cold, its power was shocking, enough to re-create the peak quasi-perfect emperor, real lore.