In the vacant void.

Xiao's ancestors stepped in the void, his face was extremely gloomy, and the wounds on his arms continued to leak blood.

Ye Chen stood up against the wind, and his cold eyes did not have a trace of emotion: "If your strength is limited to this, then you will definitely die today!"

"Junior, don't you be too proud!"

As for the injuries on his arms, the ancestor of the Xiao family didn't seem to care about it at all, and a strong ferocious color appeared on his face: "Do you really think that this is the only means for this seat?"

next moment!

I saw that he closed his palms together and shook it violently, a blood force of terrible blood red swept out of his body, and the power was surging than before.

With the surge of blood-red elemental power, a blood-red lance like watering from blood appeared in its hands.

The blood-colored spear was trembling throughout the body, and the blood-red gas was gushing, as if he had drank countless blood.

With its appearance.

There was a buzzing sound from this heaven and earth, seemingly overwhelmed, and everyone on the ground only felt that the coercion from above skyrocketed several times.

Seeing this scene, Hu Meiling's eyes that have not changed for thousands of years on the ground finally have a wave of fluctuations: "Beware of Ye Xianshi, this person has an imperial weapon!"

For the ancient warriors, in addition to their own strength against the enemy, they can also use weapons to enhance their combat power. The weapons of ordinary warriors are nothing more than swords and sticks.

For high-level martial arts soldiers, such as Wu Zun, they can make their own spiritual soldiers. Ordinary spiritual soldiers cut iron like mud and blow their hair.

On top of the spirit soldiers, there are imperial tools, so-called imperial tools, as the name implies, four are weapons that can only be refined by the imperial power.

If the imperial realm is the power of the first glimpse of the heavens and the earth, then the imperial tool has a trace of the power of the source, which can be stored in the body, day and night worship, and the power of the imperial tool alone is enough to kill a false emperor .

That is to say, an imperial power with imperial power, his combat power will soar more than twice, which shows the power of imperial power.

"Imperial weapon?"

Hearing Hu Meiling's reminder, Ye Chenxuan looked at the **** spear in the hands of Xiao's ancestors, and he knew for a moment that, in his opinion, the so-called imperial implements were not much different from the spiritual implements of the cultivation world.

And Xiao Family's ancestor's spear is an inferior weapon.

"I always like to keep my hands when doing things!"

The ancestors of the Xiao family stared at Ye Chen with his ferocious eyes, and a weird arc gradually appeared on the corners of his mouth: "Even though Bai Lao Gui and others don't know that this seat has an imperial weapon, I can't imagine being forced by you today. Out!"

He looked at Ye Chen full of stern murderous power: "But since he was forced out, then your price is death!"

As his voice fell, I saw his body disappeared like a ghost, and appeared in front of Ye Chen in an instant.

He sneered, and the **** spear in his hand screamed out, stabbing directly at Ye Chen with a harsh sound.

The blood on that spear was almost so rich that it was liquefied, dripping constantly on the ground, and the bloodthirsty gas was heartbreaking.

"clang!"

With the sound of a squealing sound of golden iron and iron, a shock wave visible to the naked eye spread out all around, and the whole void trembled.

Ye Chen's body shook violently under the gun, and was shot back by the horrible force, and shot more than ten feet before he could stabilize his body.

This contact revealed the extraordinaryness of the spear.

"Hahaha, junior, are you just that?"

The ancestors of the Xiao family laughed suddenly when they saw this, and their eyes were full of disdain: "Although you are also an imperial realm, there should be no imperial weapon? Based on this, how do you fight this seat?"

Seeing this scene, the appearance of Yang Tian and others on the ground changed, and they did not expect the strength of the Xiao family ancestors to soar after exposing the imperial weapon.

Is it possible that Lao Ye will lose here today?

Yang Tian clenched his fists tightly, his heart gradually sinking.

Xiao Yu, who was far away, screamed with pride: "Old man, kill him. As soon as he died, the Ye family was completely dead, and the Huaguo practice world was completely dead!"

"Junior, it's over ..."

The Xiao family's ancestors shouted and waved their spears, and the horrible offensive struck Ye Chen again, like a thunder, wrapped in endless attacks.

"Old dog, you are too happy too soon!"

Ye Chen snorted coldly, and the whole man suddenly rose into the sky, setting off a long golden horse, as if he were a golden dragon, he proactively swept away towards the Xiao family ancestors.

Although Xiao's ancestor's imperial weapon was strong, how could he be stronger than his physical body? How about a strong fist? !! !!

At this moment, Ye Chen dissipated the fluctuation of Zhenyuan, exhibited the purest physical force, and blasted to the ancestors of the Xiao family.

"Ding Dang Dang Dang ..."

Suddenly, the two sides came together at close range. From time to time, there were sounds of golden iron and iron symphony, and there were faint sparks, and Ye Chen's body was like a monk's gold body, with a pale golden stream. move.

Ye Chen's fists were crystal clear, as if the jade glazed glass was extremely hard. Each punch seemed to be a smashing hammer, and he was heavily bombarded on the ancestors of the Xiao family.

After Xiao's ancestor's spear stabbed him, he did not cause any slight damage to his body except for a few sparks.

On the contrary, Ye Chen's punches and punches shook his blood, his mouth became numb, and he almost couldn't hold the spear in his hand.

He had to retreat again and again, and his heart was horrified and unbelievable: "Damn, why is this boy's physical body so strong that he could be a descendant of the pre-Qin style?

Before he could react, I saw Ye Chen suddenly change his fist into a palm, and a lotus mark appeared in the palm of his hand, then he touched his chest lightly.

Thirty-three days of God's fist, Diamond Seal!

The seemingly soft palm gave Xiao Xiao's ancestors a sense of crisis, and his hair was upright: "Not good!"

He subconsciously wanted to pull away, but found that it was too late, and suddenly felt only an incomparable and powerful terror force entering the Eight Classics.

"puff!"

A blood arrow erupted in his mouth, and his body shot back in an instant. Finally, he smashed directly into a mountain wall above the ground, and smashed the mountain wall into a large hole.

"it is good!"

Seeing this scene, Yang Tian and others cheered.

Xiao Yuan in the distance changed his face, and his eyes showed a thick and terrifying look: "Once, ancestor ... this is losing ... losing ?!"

That is his Xiao family ancestor!

An old monster who has lived for more than two hundred years is like an immortal myth in the Xiao family, but now he is not Ye Chen's opponent?

And right there he was.

I saw a loud noise from the mountain wall in the distance, and the next moment, I saw a blood-red figure turned into a red light and swept away.