The Opening Sign To the Seven Fairy Sisters

"Boy, you actually have such terrifying strength?" Di Yuan's face was gloomy. He had just used the power of the emperor's armor but failed to kill Ye Chen.

This result was something he didn't expect.

"I don't believe you can keep going!"

Di Yuan roared, his body suddenly turned into a stream of light, and rushed towards Ye Chen again.

"Hahaha... Mr. Diyuan, you underestimate me!"

Ye Chen laughed wildly, and the energy in his body boiled again.

"The name of this sword is - Immortal Burial!"

Uh-huh!

Ye Chen swung his sword, and the sword light was so sharp that it tore the sky apart!

boom!

The two figures collided fiercely, making a huge roar.

Kick, kick, kick!

Ye Chen's body took a few steps back.

His eyes were full of surprise.

He didn't expect that by burning his life essence and relying on the power of the holy spring, he still couldn't gain the upper hand!

Is Di Yuan really that strong?

Ye Chen's heart was slightly chilled.

But soon, a sarcastic look appeared on his lips.

Di Yuan may be very strong, but his true strength has not yet returned to its peak state.

This is his advantage!

It is impossible for Di Yuan to defeat him!

"Boy, you are looking for death!"

Di Yuan was furious, his figure flickered, turned into a golden torrent, and rushed over instantly.

Ye Chen was not afraid, raised the Great Luo Immortal Sword in his hand, and cut through the void with one sword.

The true energy in his body was like a surging river, flowing out continuously.

Around his body, a ten-meter-long golden sword appeared, with unparalleled sharpness, and it struck directly at the golden torrent.

Sonorous!

A sound of metallic clanging resounded, and the golden torrent suddenly stopped in mid-air.

Immediately afterwards, the golden torrent cracked and turned into countless golden runes, floating in the void.

Ye Chen took advantage of the victory to pursue him, slashing wildly with the long sword in his hand.

"Damn it!" Di Yuan roared. He felt like he was like a huge golden millstone. Ye Chen could chop it with his sword, but he was still unable to destroy his defense.

Boom boom boom!

Di Yuan resisted Ye Chen's attack and retreated quickly. His expression became more and more serious. Ye Chen's attack was too fierce!

His emperor's armor could not withstand the power of this sword.

The long sword in Ye Chen's hand is a top-quality imperial treasure, which contains the supreme emperor's will. Even an emperor like him is a little unable to resist it!

"This sword is absolutely extraordinary." Di Yuan's eyes glowed with dazzling luster: "Boy, where did you get this sword?"

Ye Chen ignored him and just slashed down with his sword one after another.

Boom boom boom!

Di Yuan was beaten back by Ye Chen, and there were dense sword marks on his body from Ye Chen's chops.

Emperor Yuan turned into a huge golden crow, and the golden crow flew across the sky, covering the world.

As his wings flapped, they brought up monstrous flames, shrouding Ye Chen.

Ye Chen raised his eyebrows slightly, swung the sword violently in his hand, and one after another gorgeous lotus flowers appeared out of thin air and floated beside him. m.jújíá?y.??m

Those lotus flowers were in full bloom, causing vast waves of waves that spread in all directions.

Tsk!

A wisp of blazing golden crow flame fell on the lotus, giving off bursts of burning smell, and the flame was extinguished instantly.

Phew!

Di Yuan groaned, vomited blood and flew backwards. A look of pain appeared on his face. His right arm was actually burned, leaving a shocking blood hole.

"How is this possible? How can this despicable ant have such terrifying strength?"

Di Yuan gritted his teeth, with an angry expression on his face.

He didn't expect that he, a majestic emperor, would be almost killed by a junior?

He felt that he had been humiliated.

boom!

At this moment, Ye Chen's sword power became even more terrifying.

In his body, the dragon veins rolled violently, and the majestic Qi poured out like a vast ocean.

As he used his sword skills, brilliant sword lotuses bloomed in the void.

Those sword lotuses are magnificent, with a mysterious aura, rotating slowly, with a mysterious rhythm, as if this is a painting, and as if this is a painting of heaven and earth. elephant.

boom!

Finally, Ye Chen waved his long sword, and the whole sky seemed to tremble. Those bright sword lotuses covered the sky and covered the earth, blocking all the space around Diyuan!

"Little tricks!"

Di Yuan sneered, his eyes were cold, and his whole body was filled with golden aura, forming a layer of golden light that enveloped the surface of his body, protecting him.

Bang bang bang!

The dazzling sword lotus continuously bombarded the golden light shield, making violent explosion sounds. However, it still did not shake the golden light shield, and did not even make any gaps.

Di Yuan laughed ferociously, opened his mouth and spit out a stream of golden flames, roaring towards Ye Chen.

"Imperial Technique, Heavenly Fire Burns the Sky!"

The golden flame was extremely domineering, carrying scorching heat. Wherever it passed, the void turned into lava, making a crackling sound that made people tremble with fear.

The emperor-level martial arts is extremely terrifying. Even if it is released at will, it can easily kill a monk at the ninth level of the King Realm in an instant, let alone Ye Chen!

However, facing Di Yuan's imperial technique, Ye Chen was not afraid at all. He stretched out his palm and swatted it down into the void.

Boom!

Suddenly, the sky trembled, and a huge thunder handprint suddenly appeared, destroying all the golden flames.

Buzz!

The golden light shield around Di Yuan's body was shaking violently, and there were faint signs of collapse.

Di Yuan's face was extremely ugly. As an emperor, he couldn't do anything to a small king. It was so embarrassing!

Ye Chen looked indifferent, took a step forward, teleported to Di Yuan, and punched out.

boom!

Di Yuan was pushed back, and there was a deep visible bone scar on his chest.

Ye Chen's physical strength was ridiculously powerful.

"You deserve to die!" Di Yuan shouted violently, and the aura of the emperor in his body suddenly increased, and the power of the emperor swept across the surrounding areas, making the void within a hundred feet of radius crackle.

Ye Chen's eyes were flashing with strong fighting spirit. He held a long sword in his hand and walked toward Di Yuan with strange steps.

Bang bang bang!

Ye Chen and Di Yuan fought fiercely together. Their speed reached the extreme, leaping vertically and horizontally, shuttled through the void, and every time they collided, there was a harsh sonic boom.

"You must die!" Di Yuan shouted violently, flapped his wings, and disappeared in an instant.

The next moment, he appeared behind Ye Chen, and a big claw, carrying terrifying power, grabbed Ye Chen's neck.

This blow is extremely dangerous. Once caught, Ye Chen's head will definitely be broken into pieces!

Ye Chen sneered and turned his body slightly to avoid the blow.

At the same time, the long sword in his hand swept backwards.

clang!

Accompanied by the clanging sound of gold and iron, the long sword in Ye Chen's hand struck Di Yuan's back.

Ye Chen's power was infinite. Although most of it was blocked by the golden feathers, Di Yuan's body was still shaken.

"Brother Shen!"

"Um!"

When Shen Changqing walks on the road, whenever he meets someone he knows, he will say hello or nod to each other.

But no matter who it is.

There was no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they were indifferent to everything.

To this.

Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.

Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, there are also some other side jobs.

It can be said.

Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.

When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.

When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.

The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.

Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.

Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.

Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.

Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.

Then he will be promoted step by step, and he is expected to eventually become a guardian envoy.

Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.

Possessing the memory of a previous life.

He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.

It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.

Unlike other places in the Demon Suppressing Division that were full of chills, the attic here seemed to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppressing Division.

At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.

Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.

Enter the attic.

The environment changes in vain.

The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, making him frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.

There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood on everyone in the Demon-Suppressing Division.