"Boom!"
The Thunder Overlord Gun turned around and collided with the old man's palm. A huge collision sound was heard, sweeping hundreds of meters.
The fat man's body was also thrown away, and his mouth was bleeding.
On the other side, a bloody human head flew out directly, and blood spurted out, irritating the eyeballs abnormally.
Another Martial Emperor was killed!
The old man's turbid eyes were full of murderous intent, and he took a step forward and grabbed Ye Tianchen fiercely.
boom!
A disturbing and terrifying coercion swept across the world and shook the world.
The old man roared angrily: "You little bastard...die to me."
Ye Tianchen's expression changed drastically, and while he violently retreated backwards, he slashed at the charging old man with the Blood Burial Sword in his hand.
At the same time, he looked at the fat man and shouted: "Does the fat man still have any talismans?"
"Give it all to me!"
Poof!
The fat man squirted a mouthful of blood and said with a pale expression: "Boss...it's really gone this time."
Ye Tianchen's expression was extremely gloomy. He gritted his teeth and changed the edge of the sword in his hand, and struck out several times with fierce power.
Rumble.....!
Collisions came one after another, and the sword light was completely suppressed and shattered.
The old man's body arrived at Ye Tianchen's side in the blink of an eye and angrily shouted: "Die to me!"
Ye Tianchen was extremely horrified. He was ready to fight to the death. If it failed, he could only use the ninth generation blood coffin.
scold!
But at this moment, a sword light of hundreds of meters fell from the sky. The murderous intent surged wildly on the sword light, directly hitting the person's soul.
"Um?"
The expression of the old man who was just about to attack Ye Tianchen changed drastically, and he retreated violently backwards.
His eyes seemed to be bursting with fire. He looked at Wan Yi Dao in the distance and cursed: "What the hell do you mean by Wan Yi Dao?"
"How dare you stop me?"
"It's just looking for death."
"Aren't your Tiandao Sect afraid of being destroyed by our Xuan Mo Holy Sect?"
Wan Yidao had a sneer on his face and said without fear: "Don't use the Xuan Mo Holy Sect to pressure me again."
"The current Xuan Mo Holy Sect does not have this qualification."
"you.....!"
The old man's face turned red and his body was shaking with anger. He pointed angrily at Wan Yi Dao and shouted: "I, the elder of the Xuan Mo Holy Sect, cannot die in vain."
"No matter what happens today, this little bastard must die."
Two people in the Martial Emperor realm were killed, and they were killed by leapfrogging. If word spread, would the Xuan Mo Holy Sect be shameless?
They couldn't afford to lose this person in the Northern Wasteland.
Wan Yi Dao sneered expressionlessly: "Okay, old man, stop talking so high-sounding."
"Don't you just want the treasure in him?"
"Just tell me!"
"I don't care whether you kill him or not. When I ask him, it's not too late for you to kill him."
Wan Yi Dao turned around and looked at Ye Tianchen, who had a solemn face, and asked: "Boy... I'll give you a chance."
"As long as you hand over the Blood Burial Sword in your hand, I can ensure you leave this place safely, how about that?"
Wan Yidao's eyes flashed with cold light as he spoke, without any hint of threat.
Ye Tianchen sneered and said: "Old people are just fools, why bother pretending to be innocent?"
"Don't they all want the treasure in me?"
"Haha... If you have the guts, just come and get it yourself."
If the cold light flashed in the depths of Yi Dao's pupils, a monstrous killing intent suddenly surged out and he snorted angrily: "If you are looking for death, I will help you."
He raised his sword and struck.
The fat man's face changed drastically and he shouted loudly: "Brother, be careful!"
Ye Tianchen took a step forward and smashed the ninth-generation blood coffin with a big wave of his hand. He knew that he could only use the ninth-generation blood coffin when facing a strong man at the Queen Wu stage.
"Fat man, let's go!"
"You will die in vain if you stay here."
Forehead......!
The fat man was stunned for a moment, and a warm current surged into his heart. How long had it been since the boss was still thinking about him?
Damn, I’m so impressed!
After reading this, the fat man took a step forward and said, "Brother, am I, the fat man, a person who is greedy for life and afraid of death?"
"If you want to die today, let's die together."
"What happened to Queen Wu during her period?"
"The fat man will still kill him."
boom!
The black flames on the Overlord's gun lingered crazily and flew away with a whooshing sound.
"snort!"
"Ant, go to hell."
If the sword technique is weird, the speed is extremely fast, the sword technique is sharp, and the pressure is rolling.
boom!
The Overlord's Spear was slashed away with a sword, and the terrifying sword light struck the ninth blood coffin fiercely.
The halo of the blood coffin was bright, the glow was blazing, and the sword light struck it like a stone sinking into the sea, without causing any ripples.
On the opposite side, Wan Yi Dao was forcefully pushed back a thousand meters, with blood constantly flowing out of his arm, and his whole arm was trembling slightly. It was too horrible to see and extremely cruel.
Everyone on the field stared intently at the Ninth Generation Blood Coffin opposite, ready to move as if they had been pumped with chicken blood, ready to take action at any time.
White Rose's tone was extremely cold and she asked: "Elder Blood, where are the rest of us?"
Elder Xue looked stunned, but stared at the ninth generation blood coffin and said: "I am nearby, the others have not arrived yet."
"Saint, what should we do now?"
"If this continues, our chances of obtaining the ninth blood coffin will become increasingly slim."
"More and more strong men are coming."
White Rose clenched her fists tightly and gritted her teeth and said, "Wait until our people arrive."
"I'll see who dares to meddle in other people's business then."
"Our Xuan Mo Holy Sect is bound to win the Ninth Generation Blood Coffin."
On the other side, the fat man wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and asked, "Brother, what should we do now?"
Ye Tianchen looked at Wan Yi Dao in the distance and said, "Damn it, what else can I do?"
"We can only resist. It's impossible to leave now."
The fat man took out a pill and handed it to Ye Tianchen and said, "Brother, these pills are useless if you keep them. Eat them!"
"If His Holiness doesn't come out, we still have hope."
"With the ninth blood coffin, we can still kill a few."
At this moment, Wan Yi's sword took a step forward, his face full of dissatisfaction, and he moved again.
His movement was very fast and he used his sword again.
The sword technique seems extremely simple and sharp, but it gives people a feeling that even the heart is trembling. He has a deep understanding of the sword technique.
Ye Tianchen didn't hesitate at all. The halo on the ninth generation blood coffin was blazing, and the Hongmeng Qi surged crazily on his body. He moved with the ninth generation blood coffin and slashed it down with one sword.
Boom boom....!
One sword after another collided with each other, and the sword energy and sword light rippled around.
Ye Tianchen's body also retreated, and the ninth generation blood coffin blocked all the sword light. Wan Yida, who was opposite, had already stirred up a storm in his heart, and exclaimed: "You can actually block my sword?"
"Tsk, tsk, tsk... Sure enough, the monster is abnormal."
"I would like to know where you came from as a monster."
"You will die no matter what today."
While speaking, Wan Yidao looked at Elder Xue in the distance and asked in a deep voice: "You and I will join hands to kill him."
"I only want the Blood Burial Sword and the ninth blood coffin is yours, how about it?"
Elder Xue sneered: "Why...now you know that you are joining forces with me?"
"But this is fine. Our Xuan Mo Holy Sect only wants the blood coffin of the ninth generation."
