The First Thousand Six Hundred and Thirty-Five Chapters Singled Out 4 Families

Chapter 1635 duel four clans

"Kill him." The army of the four clans arrived, shouting in unison, and the magical powers and magic weapon arrays descended from the sky.

"Kill." Ye Chen swung the halberd, one halberd to dominate.

The powerhouses of the four clans who fled just now fell down in pieces, their bodies collapsed, their primordial spirits shattered, and they were forcibly killed in the front.

"Shuzi, don't be slaughtered yet." A holy king of the Protoss came driving a chariot, holding a battle dagger, and stabbing Ye Chen.

"Go away." Ye Chen fought the halberd as a stick, and smashed the ancient chariot with one halberd. The holy king of the Protoss on it flew on the spot. Before he could stop his figure, Ye Chen stepped on the sole of his foot. Sadly He was trampled into blood.

At the same time, a holy king of the demon race had already stepped into the sky, urging one side of the dark magic seal, and Ling Tian pressed it down.

It was a terrifying Great Holy Soldier, full of ancient runes, as heavy as a mountain.

Ye Chen drank violently, neither dodging nor dodging nor defending, resisted with his holy body, still smashed the magic seal with a halberd.

The holy king of the demon race was attacked, the demon body exploded, and he stepped back.

Ye Chen rampaged, Ling Tian slashed with a halberd, and slashed directly.

The two holy kings of the demon clan and the phoenix clan came together, working together to activate a divine mirror, sweeping out the divine light of annihilation.

Ye Chen was angry, and the golden sea of ​​​​sacred was spread out with a chaotic vision, drowning the divine light, and swallowing the two holy kings.

In just a moment or two, the four holy kings of the four clans were beheaded one after another, and the shocked onlookers trembled, too overbearing.

"Fengxian, take your life." Ye Chen roared all the way, frantically dancing the halberd, opening and closing, looking at him.

"Sacrificial killing formation, destroy him." Feng Xian with a grim face, while backing back, pointed at Ye Chen with his sword.

She was afraid again, afraid of Ye Chen, a madman, this change is too difficult to kill, and he can do too many impossible things.

The Xutian lore formation buzzed, and the gods were revived one by one, aiming at Ye Chen, sweeping out a path of annihilation.

The vast sky has become fragile and devastated.

Ye Chen is not afraid,

Standing on Tai Xu, vertically and horizontally in Jiuxiao, the combat power is overwhelming, and the speed is even more overwhelming, like a golden light, many Xutian lore formations can't keep up with his speed.

Blood splattered, and the army of the four clans was slaughtered, killed by their own family, and destroyed one after another, and the picture was bloody.

The great saints of the four clans snorted coldly, each led their troops, came across the sky, rode a chariot, swept through the clouds, and the momentum was overwhelming.

"Whoever stops me will die." Ye Chen roared, stepped over, and smashed with a halberd. A great saint was killed by a halberd.

"Quite... quasi-Emperor's combat power?" The cultivators from the four directions were startled.

"A great saint! He was killed in person." The older monks were also shocked, and the old body couldn't help but tremble.

"The power of the Sacred Body lineage is still as dangling." In the emptiness of the sky, Tian Pu and Earth Destroyed also sighed.

"Let us out." Heavenly Court's fifty million monks were still roaring, the sound was like thunder, shaking the sky into turmoil.

The Emperor of Chu was charging alone, but they could only watch, and everyone became a lunatic.

Heavenly Punishment was unmoved, only flicking his hand lightly.

The invisible barrier trembled slightly, and people didn't go out, but a fairy light flew out, which was Chaos Ding and Ye Chen's natal magic weapon.

Shen Ding hummed, hit the bloody road, and hung above Ye Chen's head.

In the last battle of the master, the natal magic weapon was also crazy.

Simple and natural, it manifests murderous intentions, and the characters of Dunjia are manifested.

The chaotic energy also poured out of the cauldron, and the strands were as heavy as mountains, blending with the Golden Sea of ​​God, crushing the sky and crushing the ground.

"Whoever stops me will die." Ye Chen supported the chaotic world again and spread it to the heavens, forming a silhouette of people who were crushed into blood mist.

A great sage rushed in, performed a secret technique, performed a great killing technique, wanted to destroy Ye Chen, and executed him in Jiuyou.

The chaotic cauldron protector smashed the divine light with one blow.

Ye Chen killed in an instant, his golden hands grabbed horizontally, the head of the great sage was picked off on the spot, and the primordial spirit could not escape annihilation.

"I underestimate him." The ancestor of the Protoss said coldly, wanting to use the imperial weapon to kill him, but was stopped by the other three.

"I want to see how much skill he still has." The ancestor of the demon clan snorted coldly, with a ferocious and evil face.

"It's just the power of the Holy Body, and there's no need to move the imperial soldiers." The ancestor of the Phoenix Clan smiled, "Just look at it."

"Kill!" When the four of them were talking, Ye Chensheng tore up another great sage and went straight to Fengxian to kill, with his head hanging on the Chaos Cauldron and his feet on the Chaos Sea, and his power was staring at him.

"Stop him, stop him." Feng Xian'er hissed.

Although the distance is still far away, and there are four imperial weapons to protect him, he is still afraid to retreat again and again, and his heart trembles.

The powerhouses of the four clans are like the sea, setting off turbulent waves.

Ye Chen rushed all the way, bathed in holy light and blood.

He fought madly, every drop of holy blood was burning, and every inch of holy body was exhaling essence.

This is his last charge, and it is also his last battle. Even if he dies, he cannot disgrace the prestige of his ancestors.

Overlooking the vast sky, in the pitch-black ocean, wearing a golden armor, he was very dazzling and dazzling.

The crowd drowned him again and again, but he was rushed out again and again.

Of the more than 10 million cultivators of the four major races, none of them could stand in his way, and he was the only one who killed the army.

The blood has dyed this world red, and the stumps, broken arms, and fragments of instruments have fallen from the sky and turned into historical dust.

Behind him, there is a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, the great sage is full of blood, and the holy king rushed to Huangquan.

"How strong is the Holy Body, more than ten million monks, can't stop him from going alone." The shock continued.

"The bloodline that is shoulder-to-shoulder with the emperor is a myth."

"The prestige of the Sacred Body of the Desolate Ancients is all based on it." The old guys inhaled fiercely, their blood boiling.

In the tide of discussion, the rumbling sound was annihilated.

The four clan monks stopped attacking and gathered into a large group.

Their eyes were full of fear, they looked at Ye Chen in fear, and even the hand holding the sword couldn't help shaking.

Between heaven and earth, the only thing left is the sound of thumping.

If you listen carefully, you will realize that it is the sound of people walking.

Perhaps the person's body was too heavy, as heavy as a mountain, so that every time the soles of his feet fell, the ground roared.

That is Ye Chen, the Holy Lord of Heaven, the Emperor of Great Chu.

In the fluttering yellow sand and the roaring wind of blood, he carried the blood-stained halberd and walked step by step, his bloody hair fluttering, and the Great Chu battle flag he was wearing was also flying in the sky.

His suffocating aura is monstrous, like a god of war who conquers all regions, and like a demon god who swallows the sky and destroys the earth.

On the blood-colored land filled with broken swords and war fighters, his existence was like a dazzling sun.

Looking at the four clans, more than 10 million monks are all retreating.

Ye Chen took a step further, and they took a step back. They were all afraid of being killed, but no one dared to step forward to Yingfeng.

What kind of picture this is, and what kind of power it is.

More than 10 million cultivators were retreated collectively by one person.

The Quartet was shocked, this scene will be rubbed down by people, and it will be praised by the world, and it will be an immortal legend.

The eyes of the monks in the heavenly court were wet, and the back figure in the haze was so stalwart and so desolate.

"Kill, kill me." Wan Qian Ningji was finally interrupted by Feng Xian's scolding, ordering the four clans to attack.

It's just that her orders are not easy to follow, and no one obeys them.

"Kill, kill me." The ancestor of the four clans spoke, his voice was like thunder, majestic and cold, shaking the sky.

Of course, their supreme orders are not working anymore.

More than 10 million cultivators, up to the great saint, down to the imperial realm, everyone has been frightened by the news, and was killed by the god of war, killing them to the point of collapse.

"Bastard." The demon ancestor was furious and came to the sky.

"Kill." The ancestors of the demon clan, the ancestors of the god clan, and the ancestors of the phoenix clan also set off, crossed the virtual sky, and attacked and killed together.

"Rats." Ye Chen swung his halberd and killed him against the sky.