Chapter 1 529

The starry sky was dyed bright red, the air was filled with strong blood smell, and the whole Murong ancestral land was shaken. The earth was violently vibrating and almost smashed.

In the city of southern Fujian, many practitioners are also looking at Murong's ancestors in horror. Although Murong's land was blocked by a peerless squad, there is still a horrible blood rushing outwards. The atmosphere of Taotian is like a dying world. The supreme majesty of the blood saint is definitely not covered.

"Ye Chu, are you okay..."

Qing Wenting clasped Ye Chu tightly, Ye Chu was struck eight times by blood axe, his face was pale as paper, his black robe was stained with blood, only a pair of fierce eyes were still shining with golden light, he The war in the eyes is still strong, but the breath is incomparably weak.

Qing Wenting's eyes are also red. Ye Chu gave her holy liquid and did not make her recover quickly. Now she is also powerless. She can only watch Ye Chu alone.

"It doesn't matter, half of the blood dogs can't hurt me..." Ye Chu was weak, but his eyes were still shining, and he stood up again slowly.

It’s just a gesture of going to the wood, it’s very doubtful, how can he fight, how can he continue to squat.

"It’s crazy! I’m still dead, I’m still talking!”

"He will fall today!"

"It's a pity that a peerless genius, the peerless power of the youngest supreme, is destined to die here for a woman today!"

The tens of thousands of practitioners of the Murong family are looking up at the pale, paper-like youth under the **** sky. The words are full of disdain for Ye Chu, but the heart is full of reverence for him.

Today, even if Ye Chu is degraded, he is proud enough. His record of the sage can definitely flash the world and make a good story in the Nine Fairies.

It’s just that the price is too great. Today he will fall, and there are two beautiful people who can’t be spared.

At this time, Mu Rongxiao and Murong Zhentian, as well as the eight great ancestors, also came to the periphery of the battle circle.

Looking up to see the horrible blood, and Ye Chu under the blood, ten people were also shocked.

"He, can he fight the saint?" Murong Zhentian's face was gloomy and watery, and a pair of fists creaked.

In front of this kid, I might have worn a green hat for myself for decades. I thought it was just a kid. I didn’t expect the strength to be so amazing.

How strong is the blood sanctuary, can be seen from the blood of this sky, absolutely under such an attack, may not support ten rounds, but he is only a teenager, only three days.

"Must kill him!"

Murong Zhentian secretly vowed that the blood saint has certain defects. They are very clear to the ancestors, and it is impossible to fight for a long time.

"Sure enough, some strength, but you are too tender, and this strength is still strong out of the ..." Blood Sheng's voice rolling like a thunder, spread throughout Murong Zudi.

"Is it you know when you try..." Ye Chu is still confident, he slowly raised his hand and took the broken sword without heart.

"What is the origin of this sword?" Blood Saint also has some jealousy of this sword.

When I was in the Purple Jade Hall, I was shocked by this sword. It was just a plain sword. Why can I fly myself?

"A kill your sword..." Ye Chu was calm and abnormal, his voice was cold, and his eyes were golden.

"Come on, see what you have in the end, the dog scorpion has given a lot of surprises to this holy..." Blood Sanha laughed, and the **** axe turned into a sword.

The Excalibur occupies the whole void, or there is no void at all. In the face of Ye Chu, there is only this sword.

"You are too weak……"

Ye Chu was arrogant to the extreme, and a blue-green lotus emerged from her eyebrows. The Murong slim and Qing Wenting behind her were wrapped in it, and they went one step at a time to the blood sword at the top of the head.

"Ye Chu, don't!"

Qing Wenting couldn't stand it anymore, and the tears in her eyes came out. The back of Ye Chu was really too tragic. In the face of the **** sword of horror, it was just to die.

And he even used his own magic weapon to protect himself and his cousin, and he went alone to fight the blood.

"Ye Chu..."

Even though I always looked at Ye Chu, I was so upset about Ye Chu, and I smothered my own Murong fiber. At this time, my eyes were a little moist.

Regardless of his style, he is worthy of a hero's name at this time. He is a real man.

"It's a pity, hey, today you are going to die, your two beautiful people have to be the grievances in this holy magic sword..." Blood St. sneer, full of confidence.

"You can't smile right away..."

Ye Chu suddenly broke out with a horrible roar, and showed his ambitions. He added some Lingyuan on his body. At the same time, his palm pressed to the void, and he exhibited a long-lost method of swallowing souls.

A strong blood gas, directly into the sea of ​​Ye Chu, blood Sheng screamed a blood sword immediately back a few miles.

"Devouring the soul of the Yuan Dafa!"

The blood saint exclaimed: "You are not only tainted with the **** Supreme woman, but also learn the secret law of the bloodstain supreme, but unfortunately this can not help this holy!"

"Give me broken!"

The blood saint did not dare to hide again. He could not continue fighting because he was only the blood spirit in the magic sword. He did not really be here. If he had already taken Ye Chu, he would have taken it.

The blood sword made a big circle in nine days, and at the invisible speed, all the way to Ye Chu.

"Killing you enough!"

Ye Chu was fearless, standing under the **** sword of horror. There were a few chaotic gass in the sea, wrapped around his arm, holding the supreme sword, and a simple sword greeted the blood sword.

"what……"

However, he has not succeeded in attacking, and the horrible supremeness suddenly came to his mind, and he rushed to his head, and immediately took him to a terrible extraterritorial battlefield.

There are corpses all over the place. Although it is an artistic conception, it seems to be the real place. Under the soles of the feet is a **** river with blood and blood. Ye Chu is standing in this **** river.

"Damn Supreme!"

Ye Chu’s heart angered, and at this critical time, he suddenly poured into his heart. This disappointment may be smashed by the blood of a sword.

"Give me broken!"

Ye Chu roared more than, the spirit of the Qing dynasty, trying to break the illusion of this supreme meaning, but failed to break open, but instead buried his own spirit into this blood.

The smell of scent in the **** river, many of the blood inside does not know how long it has existed, Ye Chuyuan spirit in this one is miserable, he tries to keep clear, not affected by the illusion of the moment.

But in the next second, he emerged from the **** river, and the sight in front of him made him somewhat familiar.

"Cold Lake!"