Chapter 719 The So-Called Right and Wrong

boom! boom! Boom!

Above the virtual sky, there are roars, and the battle is as tragic as ever.

As the ancestor of Tianzong said, Tongxuan's defeat is only a matter of time. With a strong combat power, in front of Ye Chen, he was beaten and had no power to turn around.

At this moment, Xu Tian has been covered with a blood-colored veil, and two bloody figures are still fighting, one master and one disciple, at this moment, they are like undead enemies.

puff!

In the roar, the real Tongxuan was slashed into the void by Ye Chen with a knife, and the bloody figure fell from the sky, which was very dazzling.

boom!

Under everyone's attention, Master Tongxuan's fallen body smashed heavily on the ground.

He was injured too badly, his body was covered in countless blood, one arm was torn apart in the battle, half of his head was shattered, and he no longer had a human form.

Won!

Hengyuezong went up and down, and suddenly there was a jubilation, shaking the sky and the earth.

"He... he actually defeated the ancestor." Those who were imprisoned in the Hengyue dungeon seemed to be able to see the scene outside.

Seeing the bloody scene, his body was trembling and his face was pale, because they knew that if Tongxuan was defeated, they would never have the chance to turn over again, and the consequences could be imagined.

I regret! Regret being an enemy of Ye Chen!

At this moment, people such as Qingyang Zhenren, Zhao Zhijing, Kong Cao, Zishan, Zuo Qiuming, Jiang Hao, and others, did not understand what real regrets are until now. Their former superiority has caused a great disaster for today.

Impossible, this is impossible!

Yin Zhiping, who was locked on the stone tablet, roared hysterically like a mad dog, his eyes were full of fierceness, and his face was a little distorted.

Ye Chen's strength made him unacceptable, and Tongxuan's defeat made him unacceptable, because his last hope was also shattered, and he knew that what awaited him would be a thousand cuts.

boom!

In the shocking sea tide, Ye Chen fell from the sky, Xu's body was so heavy that the ground cracked.

He was also injured, but when he fought against Yin Zhiping, these were nothing. He had an overbearing desolate body and an overbearing resilience, allowing him to ignore the scars on his body.

"Tongxuan, you lost." Ye Chen looked at Tongxuan quietly, his words were flat.

"I'm right! I'm right!" Under the attention of everyone, Master Tongxuan climbed up, staggered, and roared hysterically. Until this time, he was unwilling to admit that he was wrong.

"You are right, you are right." Ye Chen said lightly, "But whether you are right or wrong, what does it have to do with us? Who cares if you are right or wrong, and where in the world is right or wrong? , Now you, what qualifications do you have to discuss this issue with me, you who used to be high above, have you ever thought that there will be today." ァ新ヤ~⑧~1~中文网ωωω.χ~⒏~1zщ.còм

what....!

Ye Chen's words made Master Tongxuan roar again, his whole heart burst, and he lay down on his back.

When he was dying, he smiled a little sadly.

Once upon a time, how could he not know Yin Zhiping's viciousness, how could he not know that Ye Chen was more suitable for teaching than Yin Zhiping, and how could he not know how wrong he was.

It's just that he knew he was wrong, but he didn't want to admit it, because he was Hengyue's ancestor and Hengyue's god.

He admits that he is infallible, and that his majesty cannot be violated.

Now, he is self-rewarding. He is high above him, and everyone has betrayed his relatives. Maybe no one will hurt him until he dies. During the ghost festival, maybe no one will give him a stick of incense. His ending In a grave overgrown with weeds, it turned into a handful of loess.

I have no face to meet the ancestors of Hengyue!

Before the light in his eyes was annihilated, a self-mockery flashed across his mouth, but his repentance came a little late.

At this moment, the cold wind is whistling, and there are still songs of death resounding in the dark, carrying sadness, vicissitudes and exhaustion.

The so-called winners and losers are so cruel, the losers are destined to end miserably.

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Seeing that Master Tongxuan closed his eyes, Yang Dingtian and the others sighed, and there was still pain in their eyes.

Although they hated Tongxuan, he was, after all, the teacher who taught the Tao in the past.

Until this moment, they still remember the scene when they were brought to Hengyue for the first time, how naive they were at that time, and how could they think of standing on the opposite side of their master.

Why!

With another sigh, Yang Dingtian moved his footsteps and took away Master Tongxuan's body. No matter how much he hated him, he would still have a place to return.

kill! kill! kill!

Soon, successive shouts of killing sounded, and in the Hengyue sect, a tidal figure came out and went straight to Yin Zhiping.

"No no...no...." Yin Zhiping's eyes were full of horror, his face was pale, and his body was shaking.

"Those who come out to mix will always have to be repaid." Xie Yun and the others walked up holding the killing sword. At this moment, no one would have any compassion. Blood debts must be paid with blood. If you don't kill you, why should you comfort the dead.

what.....!

Yin Zhiping was drowned in the mournful wailing, his blood flowing on the quilt, dyed red everyone's name engraved on the stone tablet.

The end of a big play can be said to be very heartwarming.

And here, Ye Chen has come to the door of the Hengyuezong dungeon holding the killing sword.

"Ye Chen..." When Ye Chen was about to enter the dungeon, Chu Linger stepped forward and grabbed him, as if he knew what he was going to do. Others such as Yang Dingtian and the ancestors of Tianzong also looked at Ye Chen. Chen.

"I'll come to the murder." Ye Chen said lightly, and walked into the Hengyuezong dungeon.

"Spare... spare us, spare us." Seeing Ye Chen walking in with the killing sword, Qingyang Zhenren, Zhao Zhijing and the others pleaded. Although they knew that these were all useless efforts, they still held on to it. A glimmer of hope.

Ye Chen didn't say a word, he came slowly, and his pace was very steady. He didn't hear Qingyang Zhenren's pleas, and some just kept waving the killing sword in his hand.

At this moment, he is colder than anyone else, with a series of blood-colored footprints behind him. Every time he swings his sword, there will be a lot of people falling into the pool of blood. Even if he is dead, there is still fear in his eyes.

If you come out to mix, you always have to pay it back!

Marven Ye's voice lingered in the dungeon for a long time. When your hands are covered with blood, you should have thought that today will come.

Ahhh...!

In the dungeon, there were shrill screams and wailing, and everyone felt chills when they heard it, as if the dungeon was an endless hell.

Why!

Yang Dingtian and the others sighed again.

This is the cruelty of taking power by force, full of blood.

I don't know when, the screams were annihilated.

Under everyone's attention, Ye Chen walked out of the underground palace, holding the blood dripping Chixiao sword in his hand, and he was covered in blood, as if he was a blood asura who came out of hell.

For some reason, seeing Ye Chen in this form, everyone present felt a sense of fear inexplicably.