Chapter 1527

On the Ziyu Hall, flesh and blood flew, golden light flashed, and figures moved. The powerful kings of the sect fled to the hall as if they had seen ghosts.

Compared with the so-called prize, life is far more important than that. It takes hundreds of years of practice to reach its current status. No one wants to die just like this.

The young Ye Chu was like a demon god, and in a blink of an eye he harvested more than a dozen of their lives. How could it be fearless?

"This, this is too..." Murong Xianxian opened her eyes wide, and she couldn't believe everything on her head.

That's a powerful sect king, not a Da Baicai. Is Ye Chu's natal holy fist really that terrifying? He destroyed more than a dozen powerful sect kings in one move.

“Buzz…”

The blood sword could no longer hold it in, cut through the purple jade formation and rushed directly to the golden fist shadow above the hall.

"hiss……"

The blood sword was extremely powerful. As we walked along the way, it shattered the space, forming a bright vacuum belt. Due to its high operation, a piece of silver light appeared in space.

The formation was not spared under this blood sword, and a large hole was directly cut, and the arbor gust gust gusts outward, forming a purple fuzzy array.

"Go to die!"

The shadow of the golden light fist surged, directly facing the terrifying blood sword.

"boom……"

"Bang……"

What was surprising was that the terrifying blood sword was actually knocked away by the golden light fist shadow. After crashing into several palaces, the blood sword floated out again.

"this……"

"What's going on..."

"Then Ye Chu is so strong?"

The ten people in the underground secret room of Longfeng Mountain all opened their eyes wide. Ye Chu's life holy fist was too powerful. It was a blood sword comparable to the quasi-supreme sword. It was really unbelievable that he had knocked away by him.

"Old ancestor!"

Everyone looked at Murong Xiao and asked Murong Xiao to make an idea. Murong Xiao's face was extremely gloomy. After hesitating for a while, hesitating, "Give up the formation for the time being, and you and I will all go to the Ziyu Hall!"

"Old ancestor, aren't you practicing now? Do we have to waste all our previous efforts?" Murong Zhentian was very unwilling. Thinking of the scene when Murong Xue held Ye Chu's hand and fought against Long Shaoyuan that day, and thinking about Ye Chu's current strength, Murong Zhentian's heart was even more angry.

He could imagine that Murong Xue must not have died, but had eloped with this wild boy!

Even the Blood Sword is not Ye Chu's opponent, and Long Shaoyuan is even more worth mentioning. The two are not of the same level.

"Yes, the ancestor, the Blood Sword has only woken up once every ten years. If we don't refine it at this time, we will probably have to wait ten years, and it will be difficult to find the Yin-Yang Dao Infant!" The elder also advised him.

The second elder also said: "I think Ye Chu is not that strong. Perhaps it is related to the broken sword he just held, which is somewhat like the legendary sword!"

"Is it the broken sword of the Love Saint?"

Someone immediately thought of the Love Saint, the broken sword on Wuxin Peak, the Supreme Sword, the broken sword that carries the secrets of the Love Domain for thousands of years or even longer.

Murong Xiao nodded and said, "It does have something to do with that sword, but if we don't go at this time, I'm afraid this kid will take these two yellow-haired girls away. It's too late for us to chase after you!"

After saying that, Murong Xiao raised his hand and hit the four-legged square tripod in the field. Murong Zhentian and others hesitated for a moment, and also removed the spirit energy one after another.

The four-legged square tripod immediately returned to peace, and the four-legged square sky formation was also cancelled. Ten people turned into light and shadow and immediately rushed towards the location of the Ziyu Hall.

...

“Buzz…”

Outside the Ziyu Hall, the Blood Sword was repelled by the Golden Light Fist Shadow. He did not immediately choose to lose, but his power increased again. A burst of blood light rushed out of the sword, like a figure.

This figure was extremely thin. Although it was just a thin blood shadow, its pressure was extremely terrifying. A golden light close to him was also stained with blood.

"hiss……"

Ye Chu took a breath of cold air, and appeared in the shadow of the golden light fist with a pale face. The nearby golden light was slowly disappearing, and a trace of blood hung on the corner of his mouth.

The opponent's strength is indeed too strong, and it is definitely even more terrifying than the saint of the saint. Could this be a living blood saint?

"The broken sword of Love Saint is interesting. Are you the successor of Love Saint?" The blood shadow flashed in the void, and in a blink of an eye, he came to Ye Chu, and his blood palms pointed at Ye Chu's eyebrows.

"not good……"

Ye Chu's face changed drastically, and he instantly used the instant wind quit, and he narrowly avoided these blood palms.

"Um?"

Xueying did not follow him and let out a faint cry of surprise. He murmured to himself: "There is actually a trace of the breath of Xue Tu. Are you still the descendant of Xue Tu? It is impossible. The breath of Xue Tu's lineage will not be like this. Your breath is just accompaniment, I understand..."

"You slept with the female descendant of Xue Tu, so your body was stained with her breath, and she was the pure descendant of Xue Tu!" The blood shadow made bloody and rushed to Ye Chu again. The terrifying pressure directly locked on Ye Chu. A pair of bloody eyes flashed with bloody flames, staring at Ye Chu's eyes for a long time.

Ye Chu looked at him with his eyes, but there was no trace of fear, but instead a golden light surged.

Xueying laughed and said, "It's true that even the descendants of Xuetuo dare to sleep!"

Ye Chu naturally knew what he was talking about. He and Bai Xuan were partners and husband and wife, but they were not accused of the church, and he was also infected with a trace of blood slaughtering Supreme. In addition, he also used the technique of blood slaughtering for several years, but it was rarely used in recent years.

"The successor of the Love Saint, there are indeed some tricks..." Xueying looked up and down Ye Chu, and was about to say something.

But before he finished speaking, a pair of golden fists suddenly collapsed in front of him and rushed directly into his face.

"boom……"

The terrifying golden light fist shadow covered the sky and knocked the blood shadow back hundreds of meters. The blood shadow stood in the void, and the sound resounded like a rolling thunder in the nine heavens: "Boy! Do you think I dare not kill you?"

He originally wanted to see through Ye Chu's Yuan Ling and see what this kid was from, but he did not expect to be counterattacked by Ye Chu.

"It's just half a blood dog, and you dare to shout in front of me!" Ye Chu's voice was cold, and a cold air suddenly surged into his body, extending up along his golden light fist shadow.

"Is he crazy? How dare he fight with this blood saint, this person is the blood spirit in the divine sword!" Murong Xianxian was lying on the ground, his mind was no longer enough.

"He, he is still that..."

Qing Wenting on the ground slowly sat up, with a bright smile on her lips. If Ye Chu surrendered to this blood saint, she would not be Ye Chu.

Even if you die in battle, you cannot break your heart, otherwise you will not be able to make progress throughout your life. This is Ye Chu's way, his godless way.

"Looking for death! I dare to disrespect this saint. Today you are the son of the Love Saint, and I will destroy you!" The blood shadow's voice rolled, his momentum soared, and the blood sword penetrated into the body. The blood sword turned into a divine sword that was ten thousand feet long, hanging above the heads of Ye Chu and Zi Yu Hall.
Chapter completed!