Opening: Me, I become stronger when I am beaten!

Ye Chen's voice suddenly appeared and echoed around, making it hard to tell where it came from.

"Who!"

Blood River Patriarch Qin Changhe looked around, but found nothing.

But this voice made Zhao Xuanming, who was in despair, see hope.

From the beginning to the end, Ye Chen never let him down. This is a somewhat legendary character who can almost never be defeated.

Not only the disciples of Dao Yunzong, but even many young monks have a kind of mysterious worship for Ye Chen.

Of course, these are the power of faith, and they are all fat and strong leeks waiting to be harvested.

After a few breaths, Ye Chen's figure slowly appeared. He was walking slowly from outside the door, like a stroll in a garden, but each step had a distance of more than ten feet, just like the legendary shrinking ground into an inch.

"Martial King Eightfold Heaven."

Qin Changhe murmured: "You have already cultivated to such a level at such a young age. It is indeed a formidable future generation, but it is still easy to handle if you are always a level lower than me."

Hearing this, Ye Chen laughed at that time.

I don't know if it's because the Blood River Sect has been isolated from the world for too long, their noses are stuffy with news, or it's because of their arrogance, who can say such a thing.

Taihengzong's Hengzu is already above King Wu, and he is not yet defeated by him, but this one in front of him dares not to take himself seriously, which is really ridiculous.

But he didn't explain too much, because Qin Changhe would soon understand how absurd his words were.

"You are Ye Chen? I heard that you are so powerful that you have already turned the two worlds upside down. Unexpectedly, you turned out to be a young boy, and you really deserve your name!" Qin Changhe sneered.

"Presumptuous! My Dao Yunzong is unparalleled in the world, and the suzerain is even more invincible in the world. How can you question it?" Zhao Xuanming said loudly.

His admiration for Ye Chen has continued unabated from beginning to end, and has reached a fanatical level.

But Qin Changhe didn't believe it at all. After hearing this, he laughed absurdly at that time.

"Hahaha, ignorant child, I really don't know what kind of method you have used to confuse people's hearts, so that those old ghosts of the righteous way are frightened by the news, but your trick will not work in front of me."

But soon, his laughter faded away.

Because the imprisonment on Zhao Xuanming's body has been lifted quietly.

What kind of method was this, he didn't even notice it, it was a bit weird to be true.

But Ye Chen didn't have the patience to continue joking.

"It seems that you old man is very rotten, today I will make you sober up." Ye Chen said coldly.

As soon as the words fell, he immediately made a move and slapped him out.

Although the speed was not fast, the slap landed firmly on Qin Changhe's face.

Hearing a "pa", Qin Changhe fell straight backwards, with a trace of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, he covered his face in surprise.

Because just now, he was imprisoned by an invisible force. This is not the field of King Wu's later stage, but another powerful force.

This should be said to be a kind of supernatural power. The majesty of the gods does not allow ordinary people to trample on them. All living beings under the god of war are ants.

If someone dares to violate it, he will be imprisoned immediately.

With Ye Chen's current strength, he can only display one-thousandth of this supernatural power, but it is enough to deal with most monks.

Although it can't last for a long time, it still has miraculous effects when used at critical moments.

Qin Changhe was stunned, and now he finally no longer doubted the rumors outside.

"Why, do you still dare to question me now?" Ye Chen asked lightly.

Such an understatement, but it was like a heavy hammer falling on Qin Changhe's heart, which shocked him.

"escape!"

At this time, he had no other thoughts in his mind. This time he mentioned the steel plate. If he didn't run for his life, he might lose everything.

Even Qin Xin, who was lying on the side, didn't care about it. Even though he was his own grandson, nothing else was worth mentioning in front of death.

King Wu is extremely difficult to kill at his peak. If he wants to escape with all his strength, few people can catch up. This is why no one is willing to offend the late monks of King Wu.

But watching Qin Changhe gradually go away, Ye Chen didn't make any move.

"Sovereign, are you just watching him leave like this?" Zhao Xuanming wondered.

It's still too late to catch up now, if you wait a little longer, the person will disappear without a trace.

At this time, Ye Chen suddenly raised his hand and put it on Zhao Xuanming's shoulder, while the majestic real energy poured into his body.

"Now, I'll give you half of my skills. Whether you can succeed in revenge or not depends on your strength." Ye Chen said.

Zhao Xuanming nodded, he understood.

Holding the Zhenwu sword tightly, his figure turned into a streamer and quickly chased after him.

Ye Chen knew that even if he didn't use his godhead, he was invincible under the Martial Emperor, and even above the Martial Emperor he had the power to fight.

So borrowing his power of five successes, in the realm of King Wu, he has the strength to fight anyone he meets, but of course he is not sure of winning against anyone.

Zhao Xuanming, who had received the skill bonus, was now running his true energy at a high speed, reaching an unprecedented level, as if he had inexhaustible power.

"Old thief go away!"

The two, one in front and one behind, had already chased to the back mountain of the Blood River Sect, and crossed the back mountain all the way to the outside of the Zongmen's residence.

After leaving the Blood River Sect, the evil spirit of blood in the outer world has weakened, and Qin Changhe's martial arts power has also declined, but he has completely lost the will to fight, and only wants to escape for his life.

But he still underestimated Ye Chen's strength, Zhao Xuanming had already caught up with him in less than a cup of tea.

At the same time, a powerful sword has been unleashed.

Even though it was just a starting gesture, it was still imposing, like the power of heaven and earth shrouded it.

"Don't come here!"

Qin Changhe's eyes were about to burst, he knew he couldn't run away, subconsciously used the Bloody River secret technique, using blood as a shield, slapped himself on the chest, spurted out a mouthful of blood, condensed a substantial shield, and blocked it in front of him .

But in the face of this powerful sword, it is still difficult to parry.

Zhao Xuanming struck out with a sword, and the blade had already pierced through the void. Even though he was ravaged by the wind blade of the void, his body was torn apart, he didn't care, and he used his sword with all his strength.

In an instant, the blood shield shattered, and Qin Changhe was pierced through his chest. The power of the sword remained undiminished, tearing apart the corpse, and directly blasting him into a cloud of blood.

The sword didn't stop until it shattered a hill behind Qin Changhe, and the several-foot-high fan was directly razed to the ground.

Qin Changhe was dead, and the Blood River Sect had been declared destroyed, but Zhao Xuanming still didn't stop. He held a long sword in his hand and killed the Blood River Sect back and forth, directly killing the entire sect completely.