Boom! Bang!

As the two peaks collapsed, Haotian Shiyue and the old man in purple were shocked to the void.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

As the divine rainbows flew, more than a dozen people wearing Yin-Yang robes instantly surrounded the two of them in the center.

"Run? Why don't you run?" A purple-haired young man, led by the dozen people, looked at Haotian Shiyue and the old man in purple, "Super all the things you should hand over, I can give you a pleasure."

"You're delusional." Haotian Shiyue snorted coldly, staggered, blood was still flowing out of her mouth, and there was a sword mark on her shoulder. The scar was surrounded by faint light, dissolving her essence and preventing the wound from healing.

The old man in purple next to her was even more miserable, with countless blood ravines all over her body, and many places had exposed blood bones. The most scary thing was that there was a lusty blood hole on his chest.

"Sister Shiyue, why are you doing this?" The purple-haired young man showed his white teeth, his eyes full of lustful light. "You are like this now, why are you fighting with my Yin-Yang family? You might as well follow me. Brother, I will treat you well."

"Don't dream." The old man in purple robe shouted angrily.

"I'm still stubborn when I die." A cold light suddenly burst out from the purple-haired young man's eyes, "Kill this old thing for me."

After he finished speaking, more than a dozen people rushed towards the old man in purple, while the young man with a purple haired look lewd and rushed towards Haotian Shiyue with a lewd look.

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

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

"Get out." Haotian Shiyue shouted coldly, and clouds gathered in her palm, and she slapped the purple-haired youth with her palm.

"I'm shameless." The purple-haired young man screamed in a joke, but instead of retreating, he also pushed forward with one palm.

boom!

When the two palms collided, Haotian Shiyue was shocked on the spot, and a mouthful of blood was spit out, and her face instantly pale.

Whoosh!

The purple-haired young man was like a ghost. Before Haotian Shiyue could stop, she was injured again. She was beaten by the purple-haired young man with a palm and vomited blood more than once during the flight backwards.

"I don't have time to waste time with you." The purple-haired young man looked cold, and he turned his hand and took out a killing sword. He penetrated Changhong with one sword, heading towards Haotian Shiyue.

"Miss." On the other side, the old man in purple who was fighting to come to rescue him, but was blocked by more than a dozen people.

"Is it over?" As the backflying, Haotian Shiyue smiled tiredly, bleeding from his mouth, and his eyes became hazy and blurred, and he murmured, "Father, mother, Shiyue may not be able to go back."

However, at this moment, an arm suddenly appeared, embracing her waist, and settled in the void.

Feeling the temperature coming from the head, Haotian Shiyue subconsciously turned her head and stared at the person holding her waist. He was wearing a broken mask and his black hair was flying. The most dazzling thing was that the word "名" was engraved on his right forehead, and blood was still oozing at this time.

Suddenly, the picture was frozen at this moment, and the young man wearing a mask was also engraved in her eyes at this moment.

Zheng!

When she was stunned, the sound of killing swords sounded.

When he looked at it, he realized that the purple-haired young man's killing sword had been firmly held in his hand by Ye Chen. He let the killing sword move and the purple-haired young man use force, he could not stab any more.

At this moment, Ye Chen had already raised his soles and kicked the purple-haired young man out with one foot.

boom!

More than ten feet away, a huge rock was smashed by the body of the purple-haired young man's body and collapsed.

puff!

As soon as he got up, the purple-haired young man squirted out a mouthful of blood, his face instantly became ferocious, and he stared at Ye Chen, "Who are you?"

"Who do you think I am?" On this side, Ye Chen had already let go of Haotian Shiyue and looked at the purple-haired young man with interest.

"Then die!" The purple-haired young man shouted loudly, and a divine light flew out from his eyebrows. After a closer look, it was a yin and yang roulette, shining brightly on Ye Chen.

snort!

Ye Chen sneered, instead of retreating, instead of advancing, without saying a word, he suddenly raised his hand, shook hands into fists, and Bahuang punched the Yin-Yang Roulette.

Bang! Crack!

On the spot, the Yin-Yang Roulette flew out, and there were cracks on it.

"The spiritual weapon with bare hands." Here, Haotian Shiyue was shocked, "This person is so strong!"

Bang! Boom! Puff!

When she was shocked, the purple-haired young man was already particularly miserable. He was beaten by Ye Chen so hard that he turned over. In less than five rounds, he turned into a bloody man.

puff!

As the blood splattered, the purple-haired young man who had not stopped his body was pierced through his head by Ye Chen Fengshen's sword. His eyes were highlighted until his death. He never thought that his spiritual realm would die so frankly.

"Three Young Master." Those who surrounded and killed the old man in purple rushed over, each with cold murderous intent.

Ye Chen sneered, stepping on Taixu's footsteps, killing him like a ghost, and the Chixiao sword was in his hand, constantly shuttled between the crowd.

The following scene was particularly bloody and shocking. Wherever Ye Chen passed, there was a pool of blood, either being cut off from his head, pierced through his eyebrows, or being slashed by a sword. Every death was extremely miserable.

"This..." Now, not only Haotian Shiyue, but also the face of the old man in purple changed. That was more than a dozen Lingxu realms! There was also one of the third level of Lingxu, who was killed without any resistance.

However, they didn't know that Ye Chen, who had advanced to the ninth level of the True Yang Realm, was already qualified to fight against the Lingxu Realm. Generally, people in the first, second and third level of the Lingxu Realm would kill them like playing.

"No...No..." When the two were shocked, the last person was forced to the rock wall by Ye Chen, staggering, and looking at Ye Chen with horror.

Ye Chen strode forward without any sympathy, and he took action with briskness. Feng Shen pierced the man's head with a sword.

At this point, none of the dozen Lingxu realms of Yin and Yang families were spared and were killed by Ye Chen.

After turning his hand to put away the Chixiao Sword, Ye Chen began to harvest the spoils, and more than a dozen storage bags were consciously put into his sleeve.

You know, he is poor now! He is very poor, he has no more than half a spirit stone on his body. He has to make some money. He has no money and no confidence! Only with money can he feel safe. This is what he thinks.

Moreover, this guy was still very skillful in his technique. He not only took away their storage bags, but also took away all the hangings and other things on their bodies. If Haotian Shiyue hadn't been here, he would have taken away their clothes one by one.

After finishing packing, Ye Chen looked at Haotian Shiyue and the old man in purple.

"Thank you for your help from fellow Taoists." Haotian Shiyue and the old man in purple bowed to thank him.
Chapter completed!