"Fighting the sky, can't you fight people?" Yang Chen muttered.

"So what, I, Yang Chen, have nothing that I dare not fight, and there is nothing that I can't fight!"

His eyes grew brighter and brighter, persistent and fearless.

It's like an arrow, shoot the bow and never look back, no matter what lies ahead, either pierce the target or break itself!

There is no third way, no third possibility!

"Either the enemy falls, or I, Yang Chen, fall, even if it's the Sky Rush Period, it's the same!" Yang Chen said softly.

"Fighting people can't be defeated, I, Yang Chen, have to be enemies once, others can't be enemies, I can!"

His voice was very soft, not sonorous or resolute in shouting loudly, but it was so persistent that it was mad, like a proud bone growing in the depths of his soul.

Zhang Ruoxu's body was shocked, and he looked at Yang Chen's slightly slender and thin back, as if a mountain was standing there.

Yang Chen's courtyard was calm, and the entire Chunwen City was almost fried.

The death of five monks of the Tengyun Stage is simply a breakthrough for Chunwen City, which is not much different from Liuyun City.

Five Tengyun monks, four late Tengyun, and one mid-Tengyun stage!

They don't know where these people come from, but with a monk of this strength, the forces behind him will be simple?

For a time, the undercurrents of the major families in the entire Chunwen City were surging, and everyone was in danger.

Najihe's body was taken away by someone not long after Yang Chen left, and it should be the branch of Jinshui Fudi'an here.

However, Yang Chen was not interested in inquiring, what he did every day was to concentrate and calm his mind and adjust his state to the peak.

And tens of thousands of miles away, in a large hall of Lingshan.

A middle-aged man in a blue robe sat high above the main hall.

The middle-aged man's appearance was somewhat similar to Ji He, and a monstrous wave was tattooed on the blue robe with dark gold lines, full of explosive power.

However, at this moment, the man's face was gloomy, as if he was about to drip water, and he looked coldly around the entire hall with nearly twenty elders in two columns.

The silence of the needle drop in the main hall could be heard, and the elders who were touched by the middle-aged man's gaze didn't even dare to breathe.

The blessed land is different from those families, the blessed land has the greatest rights, and the highest cultivation is not the Supreme Elder but the blessed master.

Under the blessed lord, whether it is the Tengyun period or the Chongxiao period, all of them are elders.

Further down are the true disciples, the inner disciples.

Generally, true disciples are strong people in the sky rush period, and they will be called true disciples when they are accepted as apprentices.

The others worshiped under the various elder sects, but they were only inner disciples, and in the upper Cave Heaven Dao Sect, there were not only inner disciples but also outer disciples.

There are three strong people in the Jinshui blessed land, one is Ji He's father Ji Xun, that is, the blessed master of the Jinshui blessed land.

The other two were the Great Elder and the Second Elder who sat at the head of the two rows in the main hall.

"Second Elder, the few elders under your command are really good, Yang Chen didn't kill him, but even my son's body was killed, and he didn't even dare to bring my son's body back, is this your person!"

In the end, Ji Xun exploded violently, and the hall buzzed, as if thousands of swords were groaning.

The elders trembled at the sound.

"If the Thirteen Elders come back, I am afraid that they will not be able to escape the angry hands of the blessed lord, although he did not do it right, but it is also human nature. The second elder sat down and said expressionlessly, his tone was cold, without the slightest hint of respect.

Although they are in charge of the entire blessed land on the surface, they are secretly divided into three major factions, and there will be some elders behind each faction.

All the people who died this time were his henchmen, and he was naturally in a bad mood.

"Is this the second elder blaming this seat for deliberately sending them to death?" Ji Xun stared at the second elder, his eyes flashing with danger.

"No matter the disciples and elders of my Jinshui blessed land, for the safety and prosperity of the blessed land, although it is still glorious to die, it is not a pity to die!" the second elder Huo Ran got up and said impassionedly.

But then his eyes also turned cold.

"Now the four elders of my blessed land have died because of your son's own personal vendetta, blessed lord, do you want to give me an explanation, and also give an explanation to the entire blessed land?" The words of the second elder were loud, and even the great elder opened his eyes from the closed eyes.

The elders sitting in the back all had twinkles in their eyes.

Ji Xun's son Ji He is arrogant by nature, and there is no one in his eyes, and they don't know how many times they have wiped Ji He's ass over the years, just because he is the son of the blessed lord.

"Good, good, good and very!"

Ji Xun laughed angrily when he heard this, and then his gaze fell on the second elder.

"If you want to explain, today I will go and bring that Yang Chen's head to you to explain!"

As soon as these words came out, Ji Xun's whole body exuded an extremely sharp aura, and those elders suddenly felt that the sharp weapons in front of them were constantly passing by, and those who were stabbed couldn't help but close their eyes and resist.

And the second elder stared at Ji Xun without giving in.

By the time the many elders in the hall opened their eyes again, the top of the hall was empty.

..................

In a courtyard in Chunwen City, Yang Chen was quietly cross-legged in the room, not cultivating, nor absorbing spiritual power, but constantly adjusting his peak state.

Four days later.

Outside Chunwen City, Ji Xun was dressed in a blue robe, with one hand behind him, and the place where he stood at his feet was the place where his son Ji He died.

The grass that had been trampled countless times still had the blood of Ji He and a deep scar that had been pierced by a sword.

Ji Xun crouched down, gently stroking the blood on the ground, and he could think of how his son had been stabbed through the throat with a sword and then nailed in this position.

He could even imagine his son's hideous face before he died.

"He'er, my only son, I'm sorry for you for my father, I have spoiled you all these years, so that you have no one in your eyes and died a tragic death here. ”

Ji Xun whispered, slowly closing his eyes, tears leaving in the corners of his eyes.

It is said that tiger poison does not eat children, and no matter how bad his son is, he is also his son, his own son.

"Don't worry, my father will avenge you, I will definitely ...... Yes," Ji Xun's voice trembled.

Outside the city, there were occasional people who went out of the city and entered the city, and they all looked at Ji Xun's strange behavior with a little curiosity. They vaguely remembered the last time several great monks had died here.

After a while, Ji Xun straightened up, and his expression changed from sadness to coldness in the process of straightening up, and the tears on his face disappeared.

At this moment, he stood there like a sword, and at his feet, the grass that was crushed on his stomach was like being cut into countless pieces by a sharp weapon, and rolled upside down into the sky with the sudden breeze.

Those onlookers from afar suddenly had a bad premonition about the sword, and they didn't care about anything else, and hurriedly ran towards Chunwen City.

Ji Xun took a deep breath, then exhaled sharply.

"Yang Chen, return my son's life!"

The deafening sound was like a sharp sword spreading out in all directions, resounding through the sky.

boom

The slower monks who were running towards Chunwen City were directly cut into countless pieces by the sharpness contained in this sound, leaving a ground of flesh and blood.

Even those who ran fast were covered in thin scars like swords cut by swords.

"Give me my son's life...... Give me back my son's life......"

The continuous echoes came and went, and then a huge and trembling divine consciousness swept towards the city like a flood that broke the embankment.

In the sky rushing period, the range of divine consciousness is two hundred miles!

In a room in a courtyard in the city.

call

Yang Chen, who was cross-legged and closed, suddenly opened his eyes, and a trace of purple light swept by, reflecting the entire room.

"It's coming, so fast!"

He muttered in his mouth, his body moved, and he walked out of the room, and directly rushed into the sky.

Zhang Ruoxu, who was in the other room, also felt it, grabbed the door and walked out, following Yang Chen towards the outside of the city.

Not only Yang Chen and Zhang Ruoxu, but even some of the Supreme Elders of the Families in the south of Chunwen City also opened their eyes one after another from their cultivation, their faces were shocked, and they all walked out of the secret room and flew in the direction where their divine sense came from.

A moment later, Yang Chen landed outside the city and confronted Ji Xun from afar.

"You are Yang Chen?" Ji Xun saw Yang Chen's face sink suddenly.

He heard from the people in the branch that Yang Chen was very young, but he didn't expect the other party to be so young.

At the age of sixteen or seventeen, the cultivation of the late stage of Baodan was the realm of the early stage of Tengyun.

Ji Xun thought that he could see Yang Chen through at a glance.

"Subordinates meet the blessed master!" At this time, a person suddenly landed in the sky, walked straight to Ji Xun's side, knelt on one knee, and said respectfully.

"What...... Blessed Lord?"

"The man just said blessed...... Blessed Lord?"

Those who had gathered at the gates of the city to watch the excitement were so shocked that they almost swallowed their tongues.

And among the ten cities in this radius, who is qualified to be called the blessed lord?

Only the Lord of the Blessed Land!

That man turned out to be the legendary Lord of the Blessed Land?!

Most or even all of them have never been to other cities, let alone blessed lands, for which they only know their names but do not see their forms.

The ancestors of the various families above the Edgeworth were also shocked by this news, and almost fell from the sky.

Blessed Lord?

Which blessed land is the blessed owner?

Their eyes were full of disbelief.

"You are Ji He's father?" Yang Chen looked at Ji Xun and said.

He subconsciously compared Ji Xun with Long Ling, but found that this person was far inferior to Long Ling.

Long Ling's sharpness comes from the sharpness of his bones and soul, and he is much stronger than the person in front of him.

But he didn't mean to underestimate it in the slightest.

The monks of the Rushing Period, each one is not so simple.

"I am the blessed lord of Jinshui, Ji Xun!" Ji Xun stared at Yang Chen, he couldn't see how this little year could kill the four Tengyun late stage with one sword.

Incredible!

"I'm Yang Chen!" Yang Chen looked at Ji Xun like him.

Hearing Yang Chen's face-to-face admit, Ji Xun's face became even heavier: "Today, I will take your life to sacrifice my son!"

After speaking, his right hand pointed together, and he put it forward in front of him, and a pocket-sized version of the ruler-length small sword suddenly appeared at his fingertips, spinning drippingly.

As soon as the little sword appeared, the entire air became sharp, and Ji Xun changed the gloom of the party, and the whole person became domineering, like a sword, pointing at the sky, and rushing into the sky!

"A weapon that rushes into the sky?" Yang Chen looked at the pocket version of the small sword, his eyes narrowed.

It's too far worse than Long Ling's three-foot green blade!

"Such a person, how can I lose, how can I lose!"