Banished Disciple’s Counterattack

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boom! boom! Bang!

The sky was filled with roar, and the battle was fierce as always.

As the ancestor of Tianzong said, it is only a matter of time before Tong Xuan's defeat. He with great fighting power, in front of Ye Chen, was beaten with no power to stand up.

At this moment, Xutian has been covered with a layer of **** veil. Two **** figures are still at war. A patriarch and an apprentice are like endless enemies.

puff!

In the roar, the real man in Tongxuan was cut into the void by Ye Chen, and the **** figure fell from the sky, which was very dazzling.

boom!

Under the watchful eyes, Tong Xuan's real body fell heavily on the earth.

He was hurt too much, covered with blood, countless bloods, one arm was torn in the war, half of his skull was broken, and he has lost his human form. This may be the worst time he has hurt since he practiced the path.

Won!

Heng Yuezong went up and down, immediately jubilant, shaking the earth.

"He ... he even defeated his ancestors." Those who were detained in the Hengyue dungeon seemed to be able to see the scene outside.

Seeing the **** scene, his body was trembling and his face was pale, because they knew that Tong Xuan's defeat, they had no chance of turning over again, and the consequences were also conceivable.

I regret! Regret to be enemy of Ye Chen!

At this moment, such real people as Qingyang, Zhao Zhijing, Kong Cao, Purple Shirt, Zuo Qiuming, and Jiang Hao, until now they understand what is truly regret. Their former highness has caused a great calamity for today.

Impossible, this is impossible!

Yin Zhiping, locked on the stone monument, growled hysterically like a mad dog, fierce with eyes full of eyes, and his face was a little distorted.

The strength of Ye Chen made him unacceptable, and the defeat of Tong Xuan made him unacceptable, because his last hope was also shattered, and he knew that waiting for him would be endless.

boom!

In the shocking tide, Ye Chen descended from the sky. Xu was so heavy that the earth was crushed by stepping on it.

He was also injured, but at the time of the battle with Yin Zhiping, these were nothing. He had an overbearing body of the ancient sacred body and had overbearing resilience, allowing him to ignore the scars on his body.

"Tong Xuan, you lost." Ye Chen looked at Tong Xuan quietly, and his words were flat.

"I'm right! I'm right!" With all the attention, Tongxuan real person got up, shivering, hysterical growling. Until then, he was unwilling to admit that he was wrong.

"You're right, you're right." Ye Chen said lightly. "But you're right or wrong. What does it have to do with us? Who cares about your right or wrong, where is this right or wrong? What kind of qualifications do you have today to discuss this issue with me? You, who once stood high, have thought of today. "

what....!

Ye Chen's words made Tongxuan real life growl again, and the whole heart burst, and he lay down on his back.

As life and death passed, he smiled a little sadly.

Once upon a time, how could he not know Yin Zhiping's viciousness, how could he not know that Ye Chen was more suitable for teaching than Yin Zhiping, and how could he not know how outrageous he was.

However, he knew he was wrong, but he was unwilling to admit it, because he was the ancestor of Heng Yue and the heaven of Heng Yue, he thought he would not be wrong, and his majesty could not be rebelled.

Today, he is suffering from bad results. He is high above him, and his betrayals have left. No one may hurt him until death. At the Ghost Festival, no one may give him a joss stick, his ending. In a weed-covered grave, it turned into a loess of loess.

How can I face to see Hengyue's ancestors!

Before the light of his eyes was extinguished, there was a touch of self-mockery in the corner of his mouth, but his remorse came a little late.

At this moment, the cold wind was whistling, and there were still curls in the deep, carrying sadness, vicissitudes and fatigue.

The so-called defeated king is so cruel, and the loser is destined to end miserably.

Hey!

Looking at the real man in Tongxuan closed his eyes, Yang Dingtian sighed, and there was still pain in his eyes.

Although they hate Tong Xuan, after all, he was a mentor who taught in the past.

Until this moment, they all remember the scene where Heng Yue was first brought, how naive they were then, and how they thought of standing on the opposite side with their master.

Hey!

With another sigh, Yang Dingtian moved his footsteps and took away the real body of Tong Xuan. Even if he hated it again, he would give him a place to go.

kill! kill! kill!

Soon, successive shouts and screams sounded, and the figure of the tide in Heng Yuezong killed and went straight to Yin Zhiping.

"No, no ... no, ..." Yin Zhiping's frightened eyes turned pale and his body shivered.

"Coming out of the mix, always have to pay back." Xie Yun and holding up the killing sword came up, no one will have compassion at this moment, the blood debt to pay with blood, do not kill you, how to comfort the dead undead.

what.....!

Yin Zhiping was drowned in the screams of sorrow, and his blood was flowing on the quilt, which stained everyone's name carved on the stele.

The end of a big play is very popular.

Here, Ye Chen had reached the gate of Hengyuezong Dungeon with a sword, and his expression was gloomless, without the slightest emotional fluctuation.

"Ye Chen ....." When Ye Chen was about to enter the dungeon, Chu Linger stepped forward and grabbed him, as if he knew what he was going to do. Other ancestors such as Yang Dingtian and Tianzong also looked at Ye. Chen.

"I'm here to kill." Ye Chen said lightly, and then he walked into the Hengyuezong dungeon.

"Rao ... forgive us, forgive us." Seeing Ye Chen walking in with his sword, Qingyang real people and Zhao Zhijing pleaded. Although they knew these were useless work, they still held that. A glimmer of hope.

Ye Chen didn't say anything, he came slowly, and his steps were very stable. He never heard of Qing Yang's begging, and some just kept waving the killing sword in his hand.

At this moment, he was cold-blooded than anyone else. Behind him were a series of blood-stained footprints. Every time he wielded a sword, a large number of people fell into the pool of blood. Even if he died, his eyes were still full of fear.

Come out mixed, always have to pay back!

Ye Chen's voice persisted in the dungeon. While your hands were stained with blood, you should think of today.

Ah .....!

In the dungeon, there were screams and wailing screams, and everyone heard chills, like a dungeon like an endless hell.

Hey!

Yang Dingtian they sighed again.

This is the cruelty of seizure of power by blood, full of blood.

I do not know when the screams died.

In the spotlight, Ye Chen walked out of the underground palace, holding the Chixiao sword dripping with blood in his hands, and he was covered with blood all over him, as if he was a blood Shura coming out of hell.

Somehow, seeing Ye Chen in this form, everyone in the room inexplicably developed a sense of fear.