"Huhu..."
As Yang Chen's strength reached its peak, the Emperor Sword in his hand continued to emit a majestic aura, and the surrounding air began to sweep up crazily, making a whistling sound like a ghost's cry, and even the sky suddenly became a little darker.
Those warriors with lower cultivation levels were directly pressured by the terrifying sword and spurted blood from their mouths. They hurriedly rolled and crawled, just wanting to get away from Yang Chen as quickly as possible.
At this moment, bloody scenes gradually appeared in front of their eyes.
The ground was covered with bones and mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
The Emperor's Sword carries the momentum of swallowing the sky. Every time the sword passes, countless sword shadows will burst out. But just one sword shadow will pass by, and the corpse of a strong man will be separated. Under the countless sword shadows, Countless strong men fell.
The huge ground formed a river of blood.
Although this was just a scene that appeared in front of everyone, it still made them feel that the air in the Hehuan Sect seemed to be filled with a strong smell of blood.
Although some female disciples were used to seeing bloody scenes, seeing the bloody scenes brought out by the Emperor's Sword still made them feel endless fear. Their whole bodies trembled violently, and they covered their mouths and noses and vomited on the spot.
Obviously, the sword power released by the Emperor's Sword is more terrifying than that of the God King's Sword. This is the true interpretation of what it means to have thousands of dead souls under the sword.
Someone murmured: "This...how is this a warrior? This is simply a killing god!"
"Is Yang Chen really a young man from the secular world? Why, I feel that he comes from a more terrifying place above the ancient martial arts world?"
Shen Yuan was also completely stunned, with a look of shock on his face. He originally thought that Yang Chen was from the secular world, and the sword he could take out must be ordinary.
But he never dreamed that the sword power displayed by the Emperor Sword in Yang Chen's hand at this moment was obviously no weaker than the God King Sword in his own hand, and was even better.
Suddenly, a hot light burst out from Shen Yuan's eyes.
Even other warriors were also very excited, but when they thought of Yang Chen's terrifying strength, they immediately gave up the idea.
He said greedily: "The sword is a good sword, but an ant like you doesn't deserve it at all. I can spare your life now, leave this sword and leave the ancient martial arts world immediately. I promise not to cause you any trouble in the future!"
At this time, Yang Chen had already used his skills to the extreme: "The Emperor's Sword is not something that just rubbish can care about, and you are only worthy of becoming the soul of the deceased under the sword of the Emperor's Sword!"
After the words fell, Yang Chen slashed out with his sword, and the terrifying sword power swept towards Shen Yuan with the power of heaven and earth.
"Dang Dang Dang..."
The two of them were so fast that only two afterimages were left behind. The two swords collided continuously, making sharp and harsh metal collision sounds. The entire Hehuan Sect's swords were flashing, and a large part of the building collapsed due to the sharp blade, and the ground was scratched out. Countless ravines.
Even a strong man like Wu Xiongba could not withstand the terrifying power of the sword at this moment.
Yang Chen, on the other hand, was forced by the God King Sword in Shen Yuan's hand and kept retreating.
Mo Qingzhu, who was on the side, stared at Yang Chen with her beautiful eyes, her delicate and pretty face filled with worry.
She asked Mo Qingtou nervously: "Brother, will Brother Yang be okay? According to legend, the Divine King Sword seems to have never been defeated. How can we save Brother Yang?"
The battle in front of them is obviously not something that warriors of their level can participate in. Although Mo Qingtou has the title of white-clothed killer in the ancient martial arts world, he can only stand in the distance and worry at this time.
Mo Qingtou looked calm on the surface, but he was also extremely worried in his heart. His confidence was a bit lacking: "I believe Brother Yang should be able to shock us like he did several times before!"
Then, he sighed and changed the topic: "However, if he loses, I still have a way to save his life. Let's see how long he can last!"
Mo Qingzhu said anxiously: "What can I do?"
