Seeing Yi Chen's actions, the purple-clothed marquis's heart jumped and shouted: "Don't!"

He did have the idea of asking Yi Chen for help, but now that the ancestors of the Mi family have appeared, if Yi Chen does it again, it will be equivalent to asking for his own death, dragging his benefactor into this whirlpool of death, which is what the Ziyi Marquis does not want to see.

The Nord family has its own rules, and the people of the Nord family have always been above board, even if they use any means, they are also upright and upright, and they will take revenge, which is something that every Nord family person is disgusted with, but now, the current situation is no different from this, Ziyihou's face is full of remorse, and regret should not drag Yi Chen into this whirlpool.

"That's it!" Jiang Fan squinted his eyes slightly, he lost to this trick last time.

Jiang Tao is also highly focused, Xuanmy, this is the mysteries that contain Yi Chen's understanding of the way of the sword, and the key to advancing to the Sword Saint, and it seems that the mysteries he comprehends are more profound, more complex, and more incomprehensible.

But the words of the purple-clothed marquis could not stop Yi Chen.

Once he decides what to do, Yi Chen will never stop easily, that is, there is a huge crisis ahead, even if he knows that he will die, he will not stop, or even take half a step back, since he has decided to kill Liuhuahou, then, Yi Chen will not hesitate at all.

It is true that killing a marquis, and being a hereditary marquis, whether it is wanted from the empire or the pursuit of the top forces from this family, is an existence that ordinary people are afraid of, but Yi Chen does not care about it.

"Kill yourself!" The ancestor of the Mi family flashed a disdainful smile, but this smile quickly solidified on his face.

I saw that Yi Chen's right hand on the hilt of the sword turned slightly for half a circle, and then moved suddenly.

"Huh!" the sound of breaking the air came from the edge of the intestinal sword sleeve.

Immediately after, everyone only heard a sound of contention, a dazzling light flashed, followed by an unusually powerful coercion, different from ordinary momentum, in this coercion, there is a suppression of the soul, an unstoppable suppression, an absolute suppression!

Under this pressure, the air erupted in a series of sonic booms.

"Boom~"

"Boom~"

"Boom~"

In the turbulent sonic boom, the sword flashed and disappeared, everyone only felt that their eyes were flowering, and immediately, the screams of Liuhuahou sounded in their ears, and a wisp of bright red blood slowly sprinkled down from the void, and Liuhuahou's dashing figure was like a kite with a broken string, and it was directly blown out.

The four people of the Vampire Bat Sect, the Sword Saint Jiang Tao, the genius Jiang Fan, and the Mi Family Ancestor with high cultivation had a full view of this scene, and they saw with their own eyes that Yi Chen's figure, in an instant, burst out at a speed of nearly thirty times, and in the blink of an eye, he had already reached Liuhuahou's side, and the intestinal sword slashed through Liuhuahou's throat.

This time, although it did not reach the level of seeing blood and sealing the throat, the shock it brought to everyone was not bad at all!

"Yicheng's soul power, easily killed a seventh-level Sword Emperor, it's not bad, there is progress. Yi Chen's figure stopped suddenly, and looked faintly at Liuhuahou, who was holding his throat with one hand and struggling with the other, but in the end he was unwilling to close his eyes, and commented on his attack in his heart.

Luo Tian, Luo Lie, Zhongtong, Xin Xuan, Yan Ya, Ye Ruofei, and Du Ziteng and others all opened their mouths wide.

Although I saw the young master fight against the demonic beast that was close to the sect level last time, but at that time, after all, there was still Tsing Yi Hou and the two housekeepers to make a move, so Yi Chen's move, the shock that everyone brought was also invisibly reduced a lot, and this time, Yi Chen did it alone, easily killed Liuhua Hou in seconds, that incomparable speed, even the ancestors of the Mi family did not have time to rescue, this kind of shock, it really directly impacted their hearts.

"Is this the true strength of the young master?" Luo Tian and the others looked at Yi Chen's gaze, which became even more hot and furious.

A generation of hereditary marquises, who fell powerlessly under Yi Chen's sword, died so simply, on his deathbed, even he didn't expect that he would be a marquis, and he died so aggrieved.

The Purple Yi Hou didn't have many surprises, Zhang Guang and Gu De had told him how strong Yi Chen's combat power was, and he had already estimated that if he could kill someone close to a sect-level demonic beast, he would naturally be able to easily kill a seventh-level Sword Emperor in seconds.

Of course, although there is no surprise, he is still quite emotional about Yi Chen's strength, such a genius, it is no wonder that he can stir up the entire northern Sichuan provincial capital and become the idol of the younger generation.

"Liu'er!"

The ancestor of the Mi family seemed to be dozens of years old all of a sudden, roared sadly, flew to the side of Liuhuahou's corpse, trembled his hands, and slowly picked up Liuhuahou's corpse, the old tears couldn't stop sliding down, and his eyes gradually flashed a trace of scarlet killing.

"Wake up, don't scare grandpa! Don't you forget, grandpa is still waiting for you to inherit all the property of our Mi family! Don't you forget, grandpa has already won a place for you! Don't you forget, the Nord family will be in hand soon!" The ancestor of the Mi family was a little distracted, and muttered softly beside the corpse of Liuhuahou.

"I'm still dreaming about the Spring and Autumn Festival, this guy is really hopeless. Jiang Tao shook his head, "However, such a perverted person, if he dies, he can be regarded as returning the world to a clean place." ”

"Death is death, such a waste, and living is a waste of food. Jiang Tao looked at the ancestor of the Mi family indifferently, "This old guy is also a useless waste!"

Luo Tian and the others were still immersed in the shock brought by Yi Chen, besides, they didn't care whether this Liuhua Marquis died or not, they only cared about the young master, they became the young master's subordinates in this life, and they were able to be selected by the young master, they felt more and more that this was the luck of their lives.

Indeed, if they knew how many Sword Emperors and even Sword Sect-level powerhouses had cried and shouted to beg Yi Chen to accept them as their subordinates three thousand years ago, then they would have understood how lucky they were.

A moment later.

The ancestor of the Mi family raised his hideous face, his facial muscles twitched, as if he was enduring some extreme pain, he looked at Yi Chen with blood-red eyes: "You killed Liu'er! You killed my most beloved grandson! The sin is unforgivable, the sin is unforgivable!" The last sentence, he almost shouted, using all his strength, shaking the surrounding flowers and trees trembling.

A momentum that was even more bloody, manic, and tyrannical than before, desperately suppressed Yi Chen, and the ancestor of the Mi family finally moved his real character at this moment, and as soon as he made a move, it was his special move, the sixth-level swordsmanship - Death Qi Sword Blade!

Thundered~!

The mere prelude caused dust to fly on the ground, the grass to tremble, and a deafening sonic boom to the air.