Chapter 140: The Name of the Bloodslaughter 4

was frightened by Yang Chen, Yang Chen still has such a family background? It is not okay not to be shocked, this level of elixir is not something that can be obtained with money.

What is the origin of this Yang Chen.

But since he has become an enemy, there is no need to stay, if such a person does not die, he will have no chance to live in the future.

"Don't be afraid, he just recovered his aura, and his body is still seriously injured......"

That's right, it's true that the physical injuries haven't had time to recover,

"Guessed right, no prize......"

Sou......

Yang Chen's figure disappeared, and the monk who killed him only felt a slight fly blowing, and Yang Chen was already behind him.

"Where did you go......"

Sensing Yang Chen's breath coming from behind him, these monks hurriedly turned around, and the moment they turned around, their bodies ached, and they suddenly screamed, and blood rushed to the sky,

Puff puff puff......

"You ......"

"When will it ......"

The six people died in anger.

It's too bloody, Xue Leng's face was a little pale at this time, this Yang Chen's murder is too violent, is it necessary to do this? He didn't know, but for Yang Chen, she had only one evaluation, butcher.

"Yang Chen, do you want to kill them all?"

"Are you trying to be the enemy of all of us?"

At this time, someone loudly scolded Yang Chen, but Yang Chen just replied lightly;

"Idiot, am I giving you friendship now?"

"You ......"

"Kill ......"

A monk's momentum skyrocketed, thinking that he could sneak attack Yang Chen and succeed in one blow, but when he was about to hit Yang Chen with his weapon.

But suddenly losing all his strength, he looked down at his dantian in disbelief, the tip of a long sword flashed with cold light, and a drop of blood dripped down.

"How...... Possibly?"

The divine soul was devoured by the long sword, and Yang Chen didn't even look back at him.

"Deadwood!"

A monk roared, and dense dead wood and rattan blocked Yang Chen's retreat in all directions......

The ground under his feet shook for an unknown reason, and Yang Chen jumped up, and a few rattans sprang out from his feet, as sharp as a knife.

Rumble......

A rapidly spinning fireball appeared in his palm and swung it out.

Rumble......

Hmmmm......

The explosion of the small fireball produced a huge force, and the explosion directly affected several monks, who were burned extensively, especially the monk who made the dead wood, was in the center of the explosion, and in just a short moment, it was burned by the flames, and became powder and drifted away with the wind.

The dead wood burned, and a heavy fog suddenly rose in the battlefield, which was a kind of blinding method, to trap Yang Chen, and kill him with arrows.

"Kill, Yang Chen is trapped!"

"Arrows Kill ......"

As soon as they shouted, everyone made a big move in the fog and bombarded away without reservation.

Boom Boom Boom ......

"Dead?"

"Definitely dead ^"

Surrounded by dozens of people, how can you not die, and you are not a god.

"Are you looking for me?"

A voice came from behind them, and they turned around in shock, and a sword light as thin as a cicada's wings was indestructible, slashing at them.

Frightened, they all held up the enchantment and picked up their weapons to resist, but there was a click.

Their weapons and enchantments were like papier-mâché, and they were directly cut in half, and the speed of the sword light did not decrease, slashing at them.

Burst......

The upper half of the height flew high, and at this time, they were just feeling the fear.

At this time, Erleng also entered the battlefield, his sharp teeth crushed the monks, and the nails as long as blades were also invincible, directly pulling out the internal organs of many monks in Erleng.

There are three hundred monks, and at this moment, more than one hundred people have completely returned to the west, but Yang Chen doesn't want to drag it out.

Leaping into the air, he roared;

"Rain of Swords......

Whoosh ......

Dense sword light struck the crowd.

Blood splattered, screaming repeatedly.

Erleng also appeared in mid-air, facing the place where the monks were concentrated, opened his mouth, and swallowed it suddenly, and the air within a radius of five hundred zhang disappeared in an instant, gathering in his air, forming a white ball of light that shone with white light.

The power of the storm makes lightning and thunder.

Burst......

Erleng's wings shook, and the white ball of light set off a violent wind and shot towards the group of monks.

"It's not good, run away...... 7”

Bang......

Monk No. 20 or Thirty was directly enveloped by the power of the explosion, the powerful force stripped them of their protection layer by layer, and finally directly destroyed their flesh, all of this only happened in just a few breaths, that seemingly not strong spirit beast, was able to kill so many monks with one shot.

Some people survived, but their bodies were no longer complete, and it became common for them to have fewer arms and legs.

By this time, most of the monks of the 300 men had died.

"Don't kill me......"

Some people were frightened and chose to flee, but the sword light in Yang Chen's hand flashed and he was directly obliterated.

There were still people who were ready to resist, and Yang Chen once again killed the enemy with his sword.

But just as Yang Chen made a move, a wall of ice blocked Yang Chen's face;

"Enough ......"

Xue Leng's expression was a little ugly, Yang Chen's murderous intent was too heavy;

"Enough is enough, is it necessary to kill so many people?"

Yang Chen looked at Xue Leng, thought for a while, looked at himself, his eyes were full of hatred, Yang Chen Yang Chen asked rhetorically;

"Then how much do you think is appropriate?"

"This?"

I was asked, this is all because I answered in the wrong way, is it necessary to kill so much? Since it is not necessary, how much is appropriate to kill.

Xue Leng is an iconic beauty, but Yang Chen seems to care more about these people who want to kill him.

"If you're soft-hearted, you should have made a move at the beginning, so you shouldn't be used to it, you're not used to it, you can leave, don't look at it?"

Xue Leng began to be a little pale, his face returned to normal again, his voice became calm, and his eyes became calm.

"You're right, but they don't sin unto death......"

"So, you know they're guilty?"

Well, a trace of anger appeared on Xue Leng's face, and Yang Chen angered him again.

But at this time, some of the monks shouted;

"Yang Chen, if I don't kill you, I swear not to be a person. ”

Well, hearing this voice, a cold light flashed in Xue Leng's eyes, he didn't know what to do.

Yang Chen smiled happily and brightly.