"What do you want?" Yi Fuhu's momentum weakened significantly.

Although he is a martial artist, when facing Lin Chen, he no longer has the slightest psychological advantage.

"I didn't think about it," Lin Chen said calmly, "Kneel down and surrender to me, your Yi family is my slave, and if you offended me before, forget it." ”

"Impossible! Our Yi family men are iron-clad, and they are by no means the kind of waste that the Long family and the Dugu family are greedy for life and afraid of death!" Yi Fuhu's temper came up.

"Make your spring and autumn dreams! There is no dignity in life, it is better not to live!" Yi Fuxiang also roared.

Lin Chen's words touched their bottom line.

As long as there is a glimmer of hope, no one wants to be a slave.

"You don't have a choice!" Lin Chen smiled slightly.

The Blood Drink Knife slashed out again.

The two brothers of the Yi family were already on guard, and sacrificed a short axe to block, but it was useless.

Lin Chen took practical actions to show what it means to be completely crushed.

The knife was like chopping two raw eggs.

There was a pool of blood on the ground, and Yi Fuhu and Yi Fuxiang were cut in two, and the two short axes in their hands were shattered.

"This ......" Yao Hengjiang's martial artists were all trembling with fright, and collectively took several steps back.

No one imagined that Lin Chen was so decisive and ruthless, and he would kill his opponent if he didn't agree with him.

Coupled with the three martial artists of the Yin family who fell before, in a short period of time, five martial artists have died under his sword.

The most terrifying thing is that no one present has the confidence to take Lin Chen's fatal knife.

His Prison Suppression Knife was as heavy as a sacred mountain, and its strength was terrifying.

No one dared to underestimate him anymore, even if his cultivation was completely wasted, and there was no vitality fluctuation in his body, it was as shocking as a peerless martial god.

"Kneeling down and surrendering is the only way out for you. The indifferent voice of the ancestor of the Long family resounded throughout the audience again.

"Surrender or die!" Dugu Candle and Dugu Meteor also spoke.

There was a sound of footsteps, and it was actually those half-step martial venerables of the Dugu family who surrounded them from behind, cutting off the retreat of these martial venerables.

"It's impossible to surrender, maybe we can talk about cooperation, let's make friends......" Yao Hengjiang's face was extremely embarrassed.

"Yes, we, the Tianmai family, have no habit of surrendering to anyone! not before, and it will be the same in the future!" Many Martial Venerables straightened their backs, their faces very resolute.

"Very good! very good!" The corners of Lin Chen's mouth raised a brilliant arc, "This is the appearance of a martial artist, if you kneel and beg for mercy, it will make me look down on you...... Come on, let's have a good time!"

As he spoke, Lin Chen's blood boiled, and the battle intent in his eyes burned wildly.

Refining so much Jiao blood, although it improved his physique, it also made him like a swollen hot air balloon, desperate to find a place to vent.

"Kill! Even if you die here, you won't be ashamed of your ancestors and ancestors!" Yao Hengjiang gritted his teeth, his eyes were red.

Boom!

The rest of the martial venerables, at the same time, stimulated the vitality of their bodies, and planned to fight hard.

As long as they are not fools, they can already see that unless they join forces, otherwise, if they fight Lin Chen one-on-one, they will only be killed.

"Childe, do you need us to help?" the ancestor of the Long family looked awe-inspiring.

"No!" Lin Chen smiled coldly, "This rare opportunity, let me come by myself! After tomorrow, Bulaoshan will be surnamed Lin!"

When these words came out, everyone's hearts were shocked.

What a terrible self-confidence!

"Kill, kill, kill!" Yao Hengjiang led the way and rushed over.

The group of martial artists behind him were also like tigers out of the cage, performing the lore of their lives, and blasted towards Lin Chen.

The entire castle of the Wen family seemed to have fallen into the fiercest battlefield at once, and the world was almost spinning.

Hearing the shadow of the people, hearing the people and the people, they all stood unsteadily, and they were all frightened by the overwhelming momentum.

More than a dozen martial artists joined forces, what a terrible scene this was, many people would never see it in their lifetime.

However, Lin Chen was calm, his body was filled with a rich golden light, and he rushed over with a blood-drinking knife.

It was as if a running wind had slammed into the Forest of Swords, and all kinds of deafening explosions tore through the air around them.

Roars, howls, blades clashing, limbs breaking, vitality crackling!

Many voices were mixed together, and the grandmasters and innate masters who heard the others were bleeding from their ear holes.

"It's so strong! It's too strong! It's invincible!" Dugu Candle's pupils shrank sharply, and cold sweat kept dripping down.

He could see the battle clearly.

Wuzun's lore kept falling on Lin Chen, but it only left a faint trace on his skin, and he couldn't even cut his oily skin.

The Blood Drinking Knife continued to draw arcs, harvesting life one after another.

Almost every knife did not miss, making Lin Chen seem to be incarnated as a god of death walking in the world.

Within thirty breaths!

Four martial artists, including Yao Hengjiang, died in battle!

Lin Chen became more and more fierce as he fought, his hair stood up one by one, and the golden light on his body became more and more dazzling, like a rising sun.

The rest of the martial venerables were frightened, their hands trembled, they were afraid, and their steps retreated.

They have never seen such a fierce junior.

However, they chose the road for themselves, and they had to finish it on their knees.

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