Chapter 1550 Massacre

Boom... Boom...

Hantan Peak was shaking, and everyone's heart was shaking too. The chaotic storm swept every corner. The dark sword power of the Yunyang Sword Master and the overwhelming pressure of the Mingpeng Patriarch were all destroyed by the storm without a trace. Between heaven and earth, it seemed that an ancient demon god who suddenly awakened stood, and everything became humble as dust.

"This... This is..." Mingxiao's face was as pale as paper, and his voice was trembling. Unlike before, this was a kind of fear and trembling that was directly imposed on the bottom of the soul and could not be stopped.

The pupils of the Yunyang Sword Master expanded to the maximum, and even his clenched hands were shaking violently. Looking at Yun Che in his sight, for the first time in his life, he could not believe his eyes and perception no matter what.

The surge of profound energy in that moment almost crushed his body of the God King!

"You..." The Master of the Meteoric Sun Sword shuddered. He thought of something, which was the only possibility he could think of with his lifelong knowledge: "Forbidden... Technique!"

Yun Che's mouth curled slightly, and he stretched out his arm. In the suddenly contracted pupils of the Master of the Meteoric Sun Sword, he slowly extended a finger to him, and then... flicked it gently.

Snap!

The distortion of space radiated from Yun Che's finger to the front of the Master of the Meteoric Sun Sword in an instant.

Under extreme shock, the Master of the Meteoric Sun Sword reacted a tenth of a second slower. In his horror, the Meteoric Sun Sword instinctively turned sideways, and the briefly dormant profound energy and sword intent violently erupted in front of him.

Bang! !

With a muffled sound, the shocking Master of the Meteoric Sun Sword's eyes went black, and his figure retreated dozens of feet in an instant. The right arm holding the sword was numb in the trembling...

In the pupils that contracted again, it was Yun Che's terrifying face with a hint of a hideous smile. He clearly saw that just now, it was just the power of Yun Che's finger flick!

At this moment, the sky darkened, and the breath of the ancestor Ming Peng, who had lived for tens of thousands of years, was obviously disordered. He let out a long roar, and a hurricane of a hundred miles swept across the sky. This time, the howl of the storm was even more violent. It shrank rapidly during the sinking, and in a flash, it turned into a dark wind blade that was the same as before, but obviously more terrifying.

Chila!

The dark wind blade cut through the space and swept straight to Yun Che's back.

Yun Che still faced the Master of the Meteoric Sun Sword, without turning around, as if he did not notice the approach of the dark wind blade. In an instant, the dark wind blade was close at hand, and there was no possibility of avoiding it.

Seeing this, the ancestor Ming Peng was ecstatic. He should have been as calm as an old tree, but at this moment he let out a somewhat ferocious howl: "Die!"

Wherever the dark wind blade went, the space was destroyed layer by layer into countless fragments, and at this moment, Yun Che's arm suddenly moved back, and he actually used his palm to directly grab the dark wind blade that almost broke the sky just now.

Crack! !

The palm touched the dark wind blade, but the dark wind blade did not penetrate through, and even did not burst out with power. It was directly fixed in Yun Che's palm. Then, it twisted and struggled desperately between Yun Che's five fingers like a black long snake that was restrained by seven inches, making bursts of piercing sorrow, but it could not break free no matter what.

Originally wanting to take the opportunity to stab Yun Che with a sword, True Man Yunyang looked at this scene and completely stayed there, his whole body was so shocked that he could not move.

Yun Che's five fingers suddenly closed.

With a light sound, the dark wind blade from the ancestor Ming Peng, condensed by the Hundred Miles Storm, instantly shattered between Yun Che's five fingers, turning into broken black smoke.

"Ah...ah..." Ming Xiao's body fell to the ground. The body and soul of this Ming Peng clan leader who was usually so powerful were all shattered by fear.

Yun Che's figure flashed, and he completely disappeared there... and the next moment, he appeared like a ghost above the old man Ming Peng, and his right arm wrapped in red and black mysterious energy suddenly fell down.

Boom! !

With just one blow, the old man Ming Peng was bleeding from all seven orifices. Yun Che turned his body again and landed on the side of his left wing. He grabbed it with both hands at the same time, and a black light instantly penetrated the left wing of the old man Ming Peng.

Hiss

This was definitely the most terrifying tearing sound that everyone had ever heard in their lives... At that moment, everyone seemed to feel that their hearts were being torn apart fiercely.

The most terrifying tearing sound heard in life was accompanied by the most terrifying scene seen in life.

The fifty-mile-long giant wing of the old man Ming Peng was torn off from his body by Yun Che with both hands...!

The scream at that moment was so shrill and miserable, and the red blood pouring in the sky caused a huge blood-colored rainstorm under the Cold Tan Peak.

But this was not the end. Yun Che turned around again and stepped directly on the right wing. The pair of pale hands, which looked like hell to the Ming Peng ancestor, cruelly tore off its huge right wing under the flashing black light.

For the Ming Peng clan, the pair of huge wings was a symbol and life. The loss of both wings destroyed not only his wings, but also all his will and faith. The Ming Peng ancestor, who had been in hiding for many years and was actually the supreme existence in the Eastern Realm, let out a scream that resounded through thousands of miles, but it was indescribable pain and despair.

Boom! ! ! !

With the last punch, Yun Che casually hit its broken body.

Under this blow, the Ming Peng ancestor, whose will was completely collapsed, did not resist or struggle at all, and allowed the violent dark profound power to flow into its body, destroying its body with thousands of holes... For him now, death is the best relief.

Wow

The wings were still dripping with blood as they fell. Thousands of holes had been torn into the body of Patriarch Ming Peng. Blood rain was overlapping and falling like crazy. The disgusting stench quickly spread over the entire Hantan Mountain Range.

Patriarch Ming Peng... Died!

His death was more miserable than any death he had seen, heard, or done in his life.

Yun Che descended from the sky, his flowing black hair and black clothes not stained with blood.

boom!

boom!

Ancestor Ming Peng's pair of giant wings fell one after another, shaking up hundreds of miles of blood and dust. Yun Che's falling body turned sharply, and grasped with his five fingers, heading straight for the Master of the Falling Sun Sword.

The current state of the Falling Sun Sword Master can basically be described as liver and gallbladder rupture.

Facing Yun Che who was suddenly approaching, his sword power was so high just now. As the number one swordsman in the Eastern Realm, the speed of his sword was extremely slow and difficult, and the sword intention he released was even more chaotic.

Yun Che's flexed five fingers collided with the Falling Sun Sword, but there was not even an instant of resistance. The Falling Sun Sword... the core demonic sword of the Falling Sun Sword Domain, was broken like fragile ice crystals layer by layer under Yun Che's claws, and the sword was completely broken. From the tip to the sword body and then to the hilt.

Click, click, click, click...

When Yun Che's palm reached it, the broken blade flew away. As the hilt of the sword was completely shattered, Yun Che's hawk-like five fingers had already grasped the wrist of the Sword Master of the Fallen Sun. With a muffled "bang", the sleeves of the Sword Master of the Fallen Sun collapsed into pieces, and his His eyes suddenly lost color.

"Do you really think you are worthy of being my opponent?"

In his ears, Yun Che's low voice came, and every word was the coldest and disdainful taunt.

Facing Yun Che's explosive strength, he and Ancestor Ming Peng, the two tenth-level god kings, were so humble. Looking back on their previous words... they were actually the most ridiculous, shameful and ignorant things they had ever said in their lives. joke.

The Falling Sun Sword was shattered, and what was shattered was the belief he had upheld throughout his life. As Yun Che opened his five fingers, his body fell backwards like a broken piece of rotten wood, and fell heavily to the ground. His eyes looked at the dim sky, but It is empty and colorless.

Until his death, he did not know who Yun Che was and why he was so vicious and cruel.

Yun Che stepped on the ground.

With an explosion of "Boom", the space where the Master of the Falling Sun Sword was directly transformed into pitch-black powder. The first person who had shocked the Eastern Realm for thousands of years and was looked up to by countless mystical practitioners was crushed to death so easily and completely. The Falling Sun Sword was shattered, and no bones remained!

Yun Che said that he only had one chance, and if he didn't surrender, he would die!

Huh...huh...

The airflow in the Hantan Mountains was completely disrupted, and large and small storms swept across in chaos. The pungent smell of blood made the mysterious practitioner who was used to death shrink all over, and his chest was turned upside down.

Dongfang Hanwei used all her willpower to barely avoid fainting, but her face was so pale that no trace of blood could be seen.

Although she is young, as the Princess of Donghan, she has witnessed many deaths with her own eyes, but she has never seen such a cruel death... She could kill him easily, but tore off his wings and then destroyed his body. Let the blood rain down the mountain; even though he is dead, his body is destroyed, leaving not even a trace of bone fragments behind.

What kind of person is he...? Is it the devil who enjoys this cruelty and violence?

The fact that two tenth-level god kings were crushed and killed by one person should have shocked the world and shocked the world. However, what filled the Hantan Mountains and appeared on everyone's faces was only fear and trembling... Ancestor Ming Peng and the Falling Sun Sword The death of the Lord was not just a nightmare for the two of them, but a nightmare for everyone who was present and witnessed everything with their own eyes.

At this moment, they all vaguely saw an extremely terrifying shadow covering the sky in the Eastern Realm.

At the top of Han Tan Peak, which was stained with a thick blood color, Yun Che slowly turned around. The moment his gaze swept across, the eight sect masters and great elders all trembled as if their souls were stabbed by poisonous blades.

Plop!

Ming Xiao suddenly knelt down, hitting the ground with his knees so hard that he almost broke his knees. His head also hit the ground hard, and his entire upper body was completely attached to the ground covered with the blood of his ancestors: "Ming Peng As a clan, we are willing to follow you to the death. From today on, your destiny will be the destiny of our clan!"

His posture could not be more humble, and he actively threw his dignity at Yun Che's feet in front of everyone. His voice trembled slightly, but every word was deafening, lest Yun Che could not hear it clearly.

Jackals are still willing to fight against tigers and leopards, but ants face the evil god... fight? That was just the most pointless, stupidest joke ever.

What's more, he is still such a vicious and cruel god.

The will of the God Kings, who was already on the verge of collapse, finally collapsed under Ming Xiao's initiative. They all knelt down and leaned over, shouting while trembling and shrinking that they had never said, nor had they ever dreamed that it would come from The words of surrender and begging from my own mouth...

In the Hantan Mountains, the figures and the mysterious ark were all so quiet. Today, they watched the arrival of two tenth-level god kings, and then watched them destroyed in an instant.

Black clouds surged in the sky, and the sky in the Eastern Territory changed completely.

The eight divine kings, like eight jackals with their guts pierced and their legs broken, were lying in front of Yun Che. Without Yun Che's words, they didn't even dare to move, let alone get up.

Even when faced with the presence of the Great Realm King in the past, they had never been so humble... because at least, as the master and rule maker of the East Ruins Realm, the Great Realm King would not suddenly and brutally kill them without any reason.

Yun Che saw them indifferently, without any sign of pleasure or pride. He whispered: "Remember, your loyalty is only once!"

"From today on, if any of you are disobedient or disobedient...you will know the consequences."

His tone did not change, nor did he release any breath, but when the last sentence fell, everyone's heart seemed to be suddenly planted with a demon, and a silent fear spread from the depths of his soul to his whole body.

He was not just simply intimidating... Now, what he hated most was betrayal.

Ming Xiao's already extremely humble posture lowered a little, and he said in fear and trepidation: "Your Excellency's grace of sparing my life, Ming Xiao will never forget it, and I dare not have any other thoughts. From now on, anyone who dares to offend Your Excellency will be the mortal enemy of my Ming Peng clan. If... If you violate it, you will be punished by heaven and earth."