Chapter Three Hundred and Eighty Fifth Rescue

boom! boom!

With the collapse of the two mountain peaks, Haotian Shiyue and the old man in purple were shaken into the void.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

As the rainbows flew one after another, more than a dozen people wearing yin-yang robes instantly surrounded the two in the center.

"Run? Why don't you run." The purple-haired youth headed by the dozen people playfully looked at Haotian Shiyue and the purple-clothed old man, "Hand over everything that should be handed over, I can give you a happy one. ."

"You are delusional." Haotian Shiyue snorted coldly, her body staggered, there was blood overflowing from her mouth, and there was a sword mark on the jade shoulder. The scar was lingering with dim light, dissolving her essence, making the wound unable to heal.

The old man in purple beside her was even more miserable. There were countless blood gully all over his body. Blood bones were exposed in many places. The most frightening thing was that there was a blood hole in his chest.

"Sister Shiyue, why are you doing this?" The purple-haired young man showed his white teeth, and his eyes were full of lustful light, "Your Haotian family is like this now, why are you fighting against my Yin-Yang family? You follow me, brother, I will treat you well."

"Don't dream less." The purple-robed old man shouted angrily. Genius one second to remember 噺バ一Chinese m.x/8/1/z/w.c/o/m/

"You're still stubborn when you die." The purple-haired young man's eyes suddenly burst into cold light, "Kill this old thing for me."

When he finished speaking, more than a dozen people rushed towards the purple-clothed old man, but the purple-haired youth rushed towards Haotian Shiyue with a sinister look.

"Old Yang." Seeing this, Haotian Shiyue hurried forward.

"Sister Shiyue, your opponent is me." The purple-haired youth instantly blocked Haotian Shiyue, and there was a lustful light flashing in his eyes.

"Go away." Haotian Shiyue snorted coldly, clouds gathered in the palm of his hand, and slapped the purple-haired youth with one palm.

"Shame on your face." The purple-haired youth shouted abusively, not retreating but advancing, and also pushed out with one palm.

boom!

The two palms collided, and Haotian Shiyue was shaken back on the spot, a mouthful of blood was spit out, and her face was instantly pale to the extreme.

Whoosh!

The purple-haired youth was like a ghost, and Haotian Shiyue was injured again before he could stop his figure. He was beaten by the purple-haired youth and flew out. During the flight, he vomited blood more than once.

"I don't have time to waste time with you." The purple-haired young man's expression turned cold, he turned his hand and took out a killing sword, which pierced through Changhong and approached Haotian Shiyue.

"Miss." Over there, the old man in purple who was fighting to the death wanted to come to the rescue, but was blocked by a dozen people.

"Is it over?" While flying upside down, Haotian Shiyue smiled tiredly, bleeding from her mouth, her eyes became hazy and blurred, and she murmured, "Father, mother, I'm afraid Shiyue can't go back."

Of course, at this moment, an arm suddenly appeared, grabbed her waist, and was fixed on the void.

Feeling the temperature from that bird, Haotian Shiyue turned her head subconsciously and stared blankly at the person who was holding her waist. He was wearing a broken mask and his black hair was flying. The most dazzling thing was on his right forehead. Engraved with a word of hatred, blood is still seeping at this time. New 81 Chinese website updates the fastest mobile terminal: https:/

Suddenly, the picture freezes at this moment, and the young man with the mask is also engraved in her eyes at this moment.

Zheng!

When she was stunned, the sound of a killing sword sounded.

When he looked, he realized that the killing sword of the purple-haired youth had been firmly grasped by Ye Chen.

Let the killing sword move, let the purple-haired youth exert force, and he can no longer pierce half a point.

At this moment, Ye Chen had raised the soles of his feet and kicked the purple-haired young man out.

boom!

A dozen feet away, a huge boulder was smashed by the body of the purple-haired youth and collapsed.

puff!

As soon as he got up, the purple-haired youth spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his face turned grim in an instant, staring at Ye Chen, "Who are you."

"Who do you think I am?" Here, Ye Chen had let go of Haotian Shiyue and looked at the purple-haired youth with interest.

"Then die!" The purple-haired youth shouted violently, and a divine light flew out between his eyebrows. Looking closely, it was a yin and yang roulette, pressing down on Ye Chen with a dazzling brilliance.

snort!

Ye Chen sneered, instead of retreating, he advanced, without saying a word, suddenly raised his hand, shook hands into a fist, and Bahuang punched the yin and yang roulette with one punch.

boom! Click!

On the spot, the yin and yang roulette flew out, and it was covered with cracks.

"Unarmed regret spirit tool." Here, Haotian Shiyue's eyes were full of shock, "This person is so strong!"

boom! boom! puff!

When she was shocked, the purple-haired youth was extremely miserable. He was unable to turn over after being beaten by Ye Chen. In less than five rounds, he turned into a bloody man.

puff!

With the blood splashing, the purple-haired youth who had not stopped his figure was pierced by the sword of Ye Chen Fengshen, and his eyes were highlighted when he died. Simply neat.

"Third Young Master." Those who surrounded the old man in purple slaughtered them one after another, each with icy murderous intent.

Ye Chen sneered, stepping on Taixu footwork, killing like a ghost, with the Chixiao sword in hand, constantly shuttling among the crowd.

The next scene was especially bloody and shocking. Wherever Ye Chen passed, there was a pool of blood, or his head was cut off, or his eyebrows were pierced, or he was slashed by a sword. Every death was extremely miserable.

"This..." This time, not only Haotian Shiyue, but also the complexion of the purple clothed old man changed, that was more than a dozen Spirit Void Realms! Among them, there is also a third-level Lingxu, who was killed without the ability to parry.

It's just, how do they know that Ye Chen, who has advanced to the ninth level of the True Yang Realm, is already qualified to fight against the Spirit Void Realm. Generally, people in the first, second, and third levels of the Spirit Void Realm, killing them is like playing a game. .

"No...no no..." When the two were shocked, the last person was forced by Ye Chen onto the rock wall, staggered, and looked at Ye Chen in horror.

Ye Chen strode forward, showing no pity at all, and his shot was neat and tidy, and the sword of Fengshen pierced the man's head.

At this point, none of the more than a dozen spiritual realms of the Yin-Yang family were spared, and all of them were executed by Ye Chen.

Turning over the Scarlet Heaven Sword, Ye Chen began to harvest the spoils, and he consciously put a dozen storage bags into his sleeves.

You know, he is poor now! He was extremely poor, he didn't even have half a spirit stone on his body, he had to get some money, no money and no confidence! Money makes you feel safe, that's what he thinks.

Moreover, this guy's technique is still very skilled, not only took away their storage bags, but also took away all the ornaments on their bodies. If Haotian Shiyue was not here, he would take them one by one. Clothes were also taken away.

After cleaning up, Ye Chen looked at Haotian Shiyue and the old man in purple.

"Thank you, fellow Daoist for your help." Haotian Shiyue and the purple-clothed old man bowed their hands in thanks.