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Outside the sword formation.
Everyone in the Blood Spirit tribe looked at Ye Chen, the sneers on their lips getting louder and louder.
In their eyes, it is impossible for ordinary people to break through this sword formation.
Let alone the Void King Realm, even if Ye Chen is the Emperor Senior Realm, he is not qualified.
But right now, Ye Chen has lasted more than ten seconds.
This is like a slap in the face to them.
The face of the old man from the Blood Spirit Tribe who was sure that Ye Chen could not last ten seconds turned even darker.
"It seems that this little beast is more troublesome than we thought."
"The bloody mist obscures his traces and prevents us from checking. There must be a reason. We must kill him as soon as possible!"
"The fourth child, the second child and I will maintain the formation. You go and kill this kid in the formation! You are the power of the Emperor Senior Realm. You should be able to kill a Void King Realm who is trapped by the sword formation."
The third son of the Blood Spirit Tribe said, his brows looking a little serious.
The existence of the young man in the sword formation is too incredible.
It even destroys the balance of everything in front of you.
Must be killed.
"Boss, if I go in and kill this guy, will it be overkill?"
The fourth son of the Blood Spirit Clan looked at the old man of Xianfeng Daogu who had been silent.
The old man closed his eyes, as if he didn't care about anything.
I don't know how long it took, but he opened his eyes and nodded: "Let's do it. This guy's existence makes me very uncomfortable. We have more important things to do, so we won't waste time here."
With the boss's consent, the fourth child didn't waste any words, sneered and rushed directly into the sword formation.
Ji Siqing, Mo Ning and others naturally saw this scene, their eyes were cold.
Ye Chen's strength is very strong, which is even more unexpected, but no matter how you say it, he is still at the Void King level!
If you are facing a formation on one side and a strong one at the Emperor Realm on the other, you will definitely be invincible!
Ji Siqing no longer hesitated, and released murderous intent all over her body. A thin sword appeared in her hand. Just as she was about to rush into the sword formation, she found that her hand was being held by someone.
It was Mourning who stopped her.
Ji Siqing's eyes narrowed and he said coldly: "What are you doing? Ye Shitian is in danger now. All we can do is rescue him from danger!"
Mourning shook his head: "It's useless. This sword formation comes from the ancient times, and it also has the meaning of blood spirit. Didn't you notice that there is a blood light outside the sword formation? No one can enter except for people from the blood spirit tribe. , if you don’t want to turn into a bloody mist, then try it.”
Ji Siqing hesitated for a few seconds. She took a deep look at the sword formation, took a few steps, and instantly felt that her cheek was hurt by the blood spirit, like a knife.
It's so uncomfortable.
She believed Mourning's words.
"Then what should we do? Sit back and wait for death?"
Mourning shook his head: "The only thing we can do now is to recharge our batteries. Once the tomb owner kills the sword array and the Emperor Senior Realm expert who entered the sword array, we will take action to deal with the remaining three. People! This is our only chance!"
Ji Siqing almost spit out a mouthful of blood when he heard this.
Let Ye Shitian break the formation and kill an extremely powerful Emperor Senior?
How can this be!
Even the Heaven-defying Void King Realm doesn’t have this qualification!
Crazy!
"Mo Ning, I think you are planning to die without saving anything. You and I know exactly what Ye Shitian's strength is. Do you think he can do that? Ridiculous!"
Ji Siqing's face suddenly darkened.
She even felt a little hostile towards Mourning.
In her eyes, Mourning is someone who bullies the weak and fears the strong!
Just when she was about to take action, she found that Mo Ning was already standing in front of her: "Ji Siqing, do you really think you know that young man in the sword formation very well?"
"No, you don't understand."
"He did not die so easily. The person standing behind him is beyond your imagination! Also, I can tell you accurately that it is impossible for these Emperor Senior Realm people to kill him!"
"If you don't believe it, you can wait for five minutes. If he dies, I, Mourning, am willing to burn my essence, blood, and cultivation to die with everyone present! If he survives, I hope you will be in awe in the future!"
When Ji Siqing heard these words from Mourning, he hesitated for a few seconds, but finally chose not to rush into the formation.
"Then let me believe you for once!"
…
At this moment, in the sword formation.
Ye Chen sacrificed Lin Qingxuan's silver needle. The silver needle trembled violently under the stimulation of the surrounding spiritual energy and the power of the formation.
There is even more dazzling light around the silver needle.
Even expanding.
In the blink of an eye, it seemed to become a mountain, heading towards the countless sword shadows.
"Go help Jiuyou Sky-killing Spear!"
Ye Chen roared angrily.
The silver needles moved towards the sword array with a destructive momentum, covering everything.
The Jiuyou Sky-Slaying Spear also noticed that the Silver Needle was helping him, and broke free from everything. It continued to rotate with the Silver Needle, as if a tornado was formed in the sword formation!
The tornado ravaged everything, and countless swords were swallowed up on the spot.
Amidst the bursts of roaring sounds, the Silver Needle and the Nine Nether Sky-killing Spear carried the power of heaven and earth, and they were as powerful as breaking bamboo!
The sword array was in a mess, as if it had been torn apart mercilessly.
Tens of thousands of sword intentions disappeared.
At this moment, Ye Chen actually had the upper hand in the confrontation between the Blood Spirit Bloodthirsty Sword Formation.
"not good!"
"Damn it, what a divine thing this guy sacrificed!"
The eyes of several people from the Blood Spirit Tribe widened and filled with fear.
"Fourth brother, do it quickly!"
The fourth son of the Blood Spirit Tribe naturally did not dare to waste any more time. He could feel that the power in the sword formation had been weakened!
His eyes were full of killing intent, and bursts of blood glowed all over his body, turning into an afterimage and appearing behind Ye Chen instantly.
"Little beast, I admit that you exceeded our Blood Spirit Clan's expectations, but you still cannot escape death!"
Ye Chen naturally felt the sound of piercing the air coming from behind him. He wanted to react, but it was already too late!
Who would have thought that someone else would appear in the sword formation at this time!
The key is still a strong Emperor Senior Realm man!
Ye Chen, who was locked in the center, even felt suffocated.
Just when the fourth son of the Blood Spirit Tribe was about to touch Ye Chen, a dragon roar resounded in Ye Chen's body.
A blood dragon emerged from Ye Chen's body and blocked Ye Chen's back.
"boom!"
The devastating power collided with the blood dragon instantly!
The blood dragon was knocked away on the spot, and Ye Chen also took a dozen steps back, barely holding his own.
He turned around suddenly and stared at the fourth Blood Spirit Tribe in front of him with cold eyes: "It seems that the Blood Spirit Tribe is really rubbish. They actually plotted against a junior like me!"
When the fourth son of the Blood Spirit Tribe heard the word trash, his face turned ferocious: "You little beast, you dare to insult our Blood Spirit Tribe, you are seeking death!"
He instantly turned into a stream of light, and a blood-red full-moon scimitar appeared in his hand! The scimitar was condensed with cold killing intent, and it was wiped directly towards Ye Chen's neck!
Ye Chen's face was serious, and the power of the silver needle could not be used. He could only hold the Nine Nether Sky-killing Spear in the palm of his hand with five fingers. He turned the spear and went directly towards the scimitar of the Blood Spirit Tribe's fourth oldest.
