Chapter 1716 The Real Man

Chapter 1716 real man

"It's not that much fighting power is left, but it's more than enough to destroy you." Ye Chen snorted coldly, without talking nonsense, and attacked directly.

"What a big tone." Zhuan Lun Ming Jiang shouted angrily, took one step and walked to the sky, holding the big seal of the rotating wheel in his hand.

The other eight underworld generals in the ninth hall were also killed together.

The obvious group fights, the dignified underworld generals, one of the eight saints, the quasi-sage king, of course, his face is not red.

No way, it's just that the ancient holy body is too fierce.

The underworld general of Tianhe after transforming into the main body, how tyrannical, even he was defeated, one-on-one, who is Ye Chen's opponent.

"It's so lively, I'll also step in." The underworld generals in the other seven halls all laughed and moved.

"My mother is a good girl, this is shameless!"

Seeing that all the underworld generals in the eight halls were pressed over, there were disdainful voices from below, and they were extremely disdainful of the underworld generals under the seat of Yama.

Eight quasi-sage kings and sixty-four sages, but a group of quasi-sages beats people. This is not only shameless, but shameless.

You must know that they are all leaders of the younger generation in the underworld, each with their own arrogance, always representing the Yama of each temple.

But now, they have given up their arrogance, abandoned their supreme reputation, and besieged a quasi-sage under the watchful eyes of all.

This action is more than losing their face, and even the face of the Eighth Temple Yan Luo was also lost.

"The old lady is really blind." Many women said angrily.

Beautiful women love heroes, and in their eyes, the underworld generals under the great Yamas are all heroes and male gods in their minds.

But today, the actions of the underworld generals in the various halls really disappointed them. Where are these heroes, they are just a bunch of rats.

Losing is not ashamed, victory or defeat is a common thing in the military.

Even if you lose, you have to lose in an upright manner, but you can't lose your strength, but also your character, that's a shame.

For a time, the girls looked at Ye Chen's eyes, but there was so much admiration, her beautiful eyes were as clear as water, and her eyes were rippling.

Compared with the underworld generals of the various temples,

He is the real man, strong and strong, even though he is alone against the seventy-two underworld generals, he has not flinched.

No one in the underworld possesses such courage.

This is the charm of personality, which can impress women the most. People like Ye Chen are the real heroes in their hearts.

"A group of rats." In the voice of contempt, Ye Chen roared with anger, punching eight wastes, and knocking back the leading runner.

"Suppression." The other eight underworld generals in the ninth hall arrived, and together they mobilized a killing sword, which turned out to be a holy king soldier.

The killing sword is extremely powerful. One sword slashes the mountains and rivers, and one sword splits the world. Rao is Ye Chen's fighting power, and he is also slashed and kicked back.

The ancient holy blood splashed all over the sky, and every strand was dazzling.

If it weren't for Ye Chen's deep background, this sword would be enough to split him, and the eight great generals would join forces, and the attack would be too terrifying.

"Destroy." The rest of the seven halls of the underworld will come and stand in the sky, and they will each move their seals and magic powers.

Or sword light, or fist shadow, or terrifying ghost weapon, or banning magic circle, volleyed down, overwhelming the sky.

Seventy-two underworld generals shot together, how spectacular the scene was, like a curtain of light covering the sky, covering Ye Chen.

With such a movement, the frightened spectators retreated subconsciously.

Eight quasi-sage kings and sixty-two sages, together to attack, not to mention quasi-sages, even the sage kings can't stand it!

The sky collapsed suddenly, only smoke billowing, and Ye Chen's figure was no longer visible, and the whole became a dead place.

"The Eucharist won't die this time, I will eat shit right away."

Below, an old general stroked his beard with a meaningful face, not bragging, he really dared to eat shit.

He was not the only one who made this poisonous oath, but there were too many people like him. If Ye Chen didn't die, he could do anything.

"Hey, it's really my fault!" The underworld generals in each hall stood in the sky, shaking their heads and sighing, all filled with sympathy.

With their gestures, the people below them couldn't help but sneer.

"Obviously it's the behavior of the rat, but it just puts on a sympathetic attitude. It's fucking disgusting."

"Everyone is dead, and now I am sympathetic, who should I show it to?"

"What about the shameless spirit from before? Where has it gone?"

"A group of sanctimonious hypocrites."

The spectators, inwardly scolded the underworld generals in each hall.

Everyone underestimated the underworld generals, not because they underestimated their combat power, but underestimated their ability to disguise.

The underworld generals in each hall ignored the eyes below, showing pity on the surface, but the corners of their mouths sneered.

Who made Ye Chen too strong, made them fearful and threatened them seriously, so he had to die.

Again, what they want is the result, the so-called process is not important, they don't want the face, they want the process.

"I'm surprised, I'm provoking you to provoke you, so I want to kill me like this, and I have a revenge for killing my father?" When the generals secretly rejoiced, a faint sound suddenly sounded.

"Not dead yet?" The generals of the halls suddenly turned their heads.

"Let's hang it!" The spectators below were also shocked, their eyes were prominent, and they looked at the empty sky in disbelief.

But seeing the empty sky, the billowing smoke of gunpowder continued to dissipate.

Then, the prototype of a person slowly emerged.

That was Ye Chen, stepping out from the sky, Xu was so heavy that every time the soles of his feet fell, the sky trembled when he stepped on them.

His long hair is golden color, and there are nine stripes between his eyebrows, which are intertwined with the exclusive divine pattern of the Eucharist.

His eyes are also golden-colored, deep and boundless, and there are endless avenues that evolve within them.

He opened the hegemony body, and his combat power went straight to the peak. His majestic power, like the ocean, was powerful enough to devour the Eight Wastelands.

"How is it possible, this can't be dead?" The spectators swallowed hard, their eyes full of disbelief, and their expressions became petrified.

"And his momentum has climbed more than one level."

"What happened, how can it become so strong."

"What kind of evildoer is he?" The underworld generals in the halls were also shocked and uneasy. Ye Chen's strength was far beyond their expectations.

"You haven't had enough fun!" Ye Chen took out a mace, twisted his neck fiercely, and his breath was extremely violent.

"If you don't die, I will kill you again." It was the wheel-turning general who shouted violently and was the first to kill him.

After that, the eight great generals in the ninth hall and the generals in other halls also set off, and Ye Chen must not be allowed to leave alive.

"A group of rats." Ye Chen hissed like an eternal thunder, stepped out in one step, and instantly killed himself in front of the wheel-turning general.

The look of Zhuanlu Mingjian changed greatly, and he didn't even see Ye Chen's figure clearly, so the speed was beyond his capture range.

In the electric light time, he hurriedly retreated, fearful in his heart. Today's Ye Chen is too strange and his aura is depressing.

"Where to go." Ye Chen killed in an instant, without saying a word, he smashed the stick, and the void was crushed.

The wheel-turning general knelt down, and as soon as they met, Ye Chen smashed his body, and the blood mist filled the sky, which was very dazzling.

The spectators were all stunned, and the underworld generals in each hall were also stunned.

That was the underworld general of the wheel-runner, the first underworld general under the wheel-turning throne, the genuine quasi-sage king, who was smashed to death by a quasi-sacred king, how strong Ye Chen is!

"Suppression." While speaking, the eight underworld generals in the ninth hall had arrived, and they joined forces again, and the sword of the holy king of the imperial movement came to the sky.

"Go away." Ye Chen swung his stick and resisted the holy king's sword.

With a clanging sound, the Holy King's Sword was shaken and turned over, cracks appeared in the sword body, and the whole body of divine light was completely annihilated.

Looking at it again, the eight great underworld generals who controlled it were also miserable enough, each body burst, rolled out sideways, and vomited blood.

"Die!" Ling Tian, ​​the first underworld general under the Urban Throne, poked his finger, pierced through nothingness, and integrated the Yuan Mystery method, pointing directly at Ye Chen Yuanshen, intending to destroy Ye Chen's real body.

His finger was terrifying, and blood splattered immediately.

Of course, it was not Ye Chen who was pierced by a finger, but a ghost general in the seventh branch hall. When he arrived, he didn't know what happened.

Thanks to Ye Chen, he moved the world.

He didn't have anything to do with him, but the underworld general was miserable.

"Damn." The first underworld general under the urban throne snorted coldly.

"You're even more damned." The cold voice sounded, Ye Chen swept the sky and killed him, swung his mace.

Okay! The first underworld general under the urban throne was smashed to the head with a stick, Yuanshen wanted to escape, but was suppressed by Ye Chen.

Seeing this, the underworld generals in each hall swarmed up, and magical powers appeared frequently.

Ye Chen snorted coldly, opened the chaotic vision, and summoned the Golden Divine Sea.

At that time, the sky filled with shadows, hula la fell.

There were so many unlucky generals who were engulfed by Ye Chen's deep sea of ​​gold during the fall, leaving no slag.

"It's fun." Ye Chen smiled, traversing the world.

His tricks are incoherent, the only way is to raise and drop the stick in his hand, whoever gathers the most, and swirls the mace in his hand.

Everywhere he went, one person was flung away and his body exploded.

Everywhere I went, there were people spitting blood, and the picture was bloody.

This is a picture of lawlessness, too scary.

The spectators all opened their mouths, and did not speak for a long time.

That's seventy-two underworld generals! Eight quasi-sage kings and sixty-four saints were killed by one person.

Ye Chen's strength is seriously unconventional, making people feel that he is not a quasi-sage, but a holy king.

"Let's go." The first underworld general under the Throne of Wuguan first coaxed and dragged his bloody body, withdrew from the battle circle, and fled into the distance.

"Go?" Ye Chen sneered, chasing after three or five leaps.

"Do you really want to die forever?" The first underworld general under the Throne of Wuguan drank violently, his eyes were red, and the blue veins on his forehead were exposed.

"Keep the soup for you?" Ye Chen cursed, sending it to the sky with one stick, and before it fell, his body had turned into a mist of blood.

There was only one primordial spirit left, which was sealed in the copper furnace by Ye Chen.

The underworld generals of the various halls, how could they still have the heart to confront each other, and fled each other.

They wanted to leave, but Ye Chen didn't do it, and his eyes were red. The underworld generals in the halls fled in front, and he chased after him.

Once you catch up, if you don't say anything, just give it a shot.

After opening the hegemony body, his combat power and speed have completely surpassed the underworld generals of the various halls. This is an absolute suppression.

No matter whether it is a saint or a quasi-sage king, no one can hold him with a stick, blood flowers blooming in the sky above.