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Seeing that Huang Yanchen had been suppressed to fight back, but at this time, her eyebrows were exuding a silver light, dazzling brilliance, and suppressed the blood awns of the bloodless tower.

"Mixed Yuan sword."

A cloud of silver droplets flew out of Huang Yanchen's eyebrow, as if frozen, condensing into a slender and clear holy sword.

The strong of the undead are all stunned and can't believe their eyes.

"The legendary Hunyuan sword, the Queen Queen Yao Yao, passed the Hunyuan sword to her. How is that possible?"

The Sword of the Hundred Yuan is made by using the water of the Hunyuan Hunyuan, and was once a hegemon in the wild and secret place, the warrior of the Tianyu Beast Emperor.

After the Emperor Tianyu Beast was killed by the Queen's Town, the Yuanyuan Sword, which ordered the Yuanyuan Feixian Palace, naturally fell into the Queen's hand and became one of the court's heritage.

Who could have thought that the Empress gave Huang Yanchen the sword of mixed Yuan?

That was the town palace killer of the Flying Fairy Palace in Junyuan. Once a warrior of the orc sage, once born, it will certainly shock all directions and cause endless situations.

"Gui Yuan Jian Jue."

At a moment when everyone was still in shock, Huang Yanchen no longer controlled the world seal, merged with the mixed sword, turned into a silver streamer and flew out, hitting the blood tower of the net tower standing in the air.

Jing Tower Blood Saint's face changed suddenly, and felt that Chaos Sword was actually out of the power of a great Saint, and quickly ran a defense tactic to resist.

"puff."

The Xunyuan sword penetrated the defense of the Blood Tower Saint, and a sword stabbed at her one-eyed face, and then, the eyeball burst, and blood was flowing all over her face.

Jing Tower Blood Saint issued a sharp scream and stepped back quickly to prevent the entire head from being penetrated. If so, the vitality of the undead blood race is strong, and it is not easy to recover the injury.

"Can't escape." Huang Yanchen said indifferently.

Xunyuan Sword re-melted into silver droplets, and poured into her body along the wound of Jing Tower Blood Saint's eye.

The next moment, the screams from the Blood Tower of Jingta were even more harsh, and the body cracked, and every crack gave out a silver brilliance.

"Well."

The holy body burst and turned into a mist of blood.

Drops of silver droplets flew out, re-condensed into a crystal clear silver sword, and fell into the hands of yellow smoke.

One person, one sword, is so fierce.

The strong of the undead are all sipping cold air. Although they know that Huang Yanchen may have exhausted his physical strength and sacred air with the sword just now, they still cannot bear a fear.

"It's all a holy idea. I didn't expect that she had suffered such a serious injury, and she could still kill the pure tower blood saint who has been cultivated through the land."

Qi Zhenhuan clenched his hands and was so angry that there were two tubes of blood in his nostrils. Jingta Xuesheng was his confidant, but it was hard to cultivate, and he died too wrong.

Zhang Ruochen was difficult to deal with. He never expected his fiancee to be so difficult.

"Killing me as a blood saint, you must use Chaos Sword and God's Relics to compensate."

Qi Zhenxian's eyes emerged with bloodshot filaments, and a three-meter-long heavy knife on his back flew out of the sheath automatically, splitting diagonally towards the yellow smoke dust standing below.

Huang Yanchen stood between the ruined walls, still standing proudly, showing a cold and proud air. She glanced up, and the tense nerve finally relaxed, revealing a beautiful smile: "Finally here!"

From the sky, a mighty demon cloud surged, and the dense mist of blood scattered.

Only a cold voice was heard, starting from the magic cloud: "Even my wife of Zhang Ruochen dares to move, you are looking for death!"

"Uh-"

The space was a little turbulent, and then Zhang Ruochen appeared in front of Huang Yanchen, wielding his sword, and colliding with the sword falling from the sky.

"Oh!"

The sword and the blade actually collided, forming a circle of energy storms, shaking all the blood slaves within a few hundred feet. Some of its blood slaves were even torn apart.

The heavy knife spun quickly and flew back.

After Qi Zhenhuan grabbed the handle, he flew three miles in a row to resolve the power.

The arrival of Zhang Ruochen was both reasonable and unexpected. At this moment, the undead strongmen present were finally a little serious.

"Is it just ... officially announced?"

Huang Yanchen's voice sounded in Zhang Ruochen's ears, and a pair of long jade hands embraced Zhang Ruochen from behind, and the whole person leaned against it.

In the eyes of outsiders, it was an embrace between lovers, but in reality, Huang Yanchen exhausted all the holy air, and was so tired that he could only lean on Zhang Ruochen's body to keep standing.

Zhang Ruochen nodded a little, gave a positive answer, and said, "Huh!"

Before that, everyone in the world just knew that Huang Yanchen was Zhang Ruochen's fiancee. At that moment, Zhang Ruochen was undoubtedly announcing the world, and Huang Yanchen was already his wife.

The two identities are very different.

For his sake, Huang Yanchen abandoned his identity, left all his family and friends, and went into exile with him. He was hunted endlessly, and he survived several times without any regrets.

How can a husband get a wife like this?

Zhang Ruochen feels that publishing their relationship is actually something that should have been done.

A sweet smile appeared on Huang Yanchen's face, and in his ear, he whispered, "So tired!"

"Now that you're tired, take a good rest. Then, leave it to me!" Zhang Ruochen patted the back of her hand gently, and then took out a piece of Fengchundan to serve her.

Qi Zhenhuan saw Zhang Ruochen appear without fear, but he laughed a long time. "I wanted to catch Huang Yanchen and seduce you again. I didn't expect you to be so stupid as to come alone to die."

Zhang Ruochen took a stack of bloodstains from Huang Yanchen's hand, stood up again, glanced at him, and said, "Alone, who told you to be alone?"

A dragon groan sounded in the air, and then, a huge dragon head protruded from the magic cloud, opened his mouth and sucked.

"call!"

A hurricane swept across a hundred miles.

Suddenly, there were tens of thousands of blood slaves and more than a dozen high-ranking semi-sages of the undead blood race, swallowed into it.

Even Qi Zhenhuan was stunned by the scene just now, and couldn't help but stare at the looming dragon of Demon Cloud and said, "How can you swallow the Demon Dragon, can you not be the enemy?"

"That's right, this seat is a devouring dragon. Today, this seat represents the barbaric dragon race and declares war on your undead blood race."

A hundreds-meter-long dragon claw shot down, leaving a huge claw mark pit in the city. At the bottom of the pit, two strong men of the undead blood were crushed to pieces.

In the distance, the monks of all races were a little bit confused, "Did the Dragons declare war on the undead?"

This is enough news to make the world sensation. Since it was swallowed by the devouring dragon himself, there must be no falsehood.

Some of the monks seemed to be impatient, and used the message light to spread the news.

"Boom! Boom!"

A giant demon ape with a height of 1,300 feet, hurriedly ran over, knocked down a city wall, and broke into Fengyue City.

"Oh!"

One of its big hands grabbed an undead blood saint who was flying in mid-air, and dragged to the ground was a meal that smashed his body.

Suddenly, a blood sacred person across the land fell.

The face of the Four Sword Blood Saints was a little sullen, saying, "Another ancient relic from the Holy Land, has Zulongshan really declared war on the undead blood race? What happened?"

Tolerating the thought of the Four Swords and Blood Saints, a fierce fist rushed towards him, and he saw a black magical wall hit him.

Do not.

Not the wall, but the fist of the giant spirit demon ape, but the fist is too big, the Four Sword Blood Saints will have this illusion.

The four swords of the four blood sages came out together, forming a sword array, one block forward.

"Well."

The next moment, the Four Sword Blood Saints flew out and fell to the ground.

Suddenly, a large tract of dust flew up in Fengyue City, and a deep dent appeared on the ground.

The Four Sword Blood Saints stood in the heart of the dust, only feeling the four arms faintly ache, secretly saying: "Well terrible power, is it really the ancient giant spirit demon ape born? No wonder a blood sacred place in the whole land was blasted by it. Body. "

During the fierce confrontation between the Four Sword Blood Saints and the giant spirit demon ape, Zhang Ruochen took the initiative to kill Qi Zhenhuan, and a thick cloud of murderous gas condensed above his head. He just wanted to destroy all the undead blood races in front of him.

"Good job."

Previously, Qi Zhenhuan did not use his full strength to deal with Huang Yanchen. He calculated that the heavy knife was flung out by Zhang Ruochen's sword, and did not feel how strong Zhang Ruochen was.

A sacred sage can still compete with Tongtian Blood?

Be considered the first genius of the undead blood race, Qi Sheng, can not be so powerful.

"Boom."

The first collision was a close match, and no one took advantage.

"Yes, only physical strength can already compete with Tongtian blood, it is indeed the congenital five elements chaos." Zhang Ruochen said.

"What ... just using physical power?"

Even though Qi Zhenhuan has seen a lot of strong winds and waves, at this moment, his forehead can't help but sweat, and he has to re-examine the opponent in front of him.

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Zhang Ruochen used a trick of the real thunder and fire sword technique to lift the ancient sword of Shen Yuan, which immediately attracted hundreds of thunder and lightning, and condensed into a thunderbolt of light that connected the heavens and the earth.

Zhenyi Thunderfire swordsmanship is not ordinary swordsmanship, but a peerless swordsmanship. It is the same grade as Ling Feiyu's nine lives, nine deaths and nine reincarnation swordsmanship.

"Zhenhai Knife." Qi Zhenhuan fully mobilized the Holy Spirit in his body and injected it into the heavy knife. The knife body became heavier, exuding an overwhelming force of overwhelming power, and wielding the sword.

"Boom."

The second collision was a close match.

The strength of each sword is quite horrible. The entire Fengyue City has been torn apart, and some sword and knife gas have flew hundreds of miles away, leaving traces of dozens of meters in length.

Zhang Ruochen nodded again, and said, "Yes, using only the strength of martial arts, you can also fight the court with Tongtian Blood. After the test is completed, the next step is to cut you."