Rebirth of the Evil Emperor

Bai Chen's sword fell, and the heavy snow in the sky instantly turned into ten thousand shadows and went straight to Ye Xingyu.

Feeling the frightening chill from all directions, Ye Xingyu's face sank, and his fingers began to seal in front of him.

However, halfway through the printing, a golden light flew towards him instantly.

Upon seeing this, Ye Xingyu hurriedly stopped his movements, his figure flickered, and he dodged the light arrow that came.

Looking down, Ye Xingyu saw that Bai Chen was holding a golden light bow with a row of light arrows on it, and his expression was extremely gloomy: "This bastard, why has so many weird spiritual skills and spirits? Array, where did he come from!"

Up to now, Ye Xingyu deeply realized that Bai Chen was not an ordinary Eight-Star Reincarnation Realm at all, and the real combat power of this guy was no different from Xinghai Realm.

"The Fourth Style of the Drunken Eight Immortals, Piercing Clouds and Arrow Rain!"

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh...

More than ten light arrows pierced the sky in an instant, at a speed that was faster than thunder.

His eyes narrowed slightly, Ye Xingyu quickly dodged, although these light arrows are fast, it is still difficult to hit him!

However, when he dodges all the light arrows, the surrounding ice power is even stronger.

"Asshole!"

Perceiving this scene, Ye Xingyu immediately glared at Bai Chen, and found that delicate face, at this time he was looking at him with a playful smile.

"It's late." Bai Chen smiled faintly, his handprint changed, and the space around Ye Xingyu suddenly began to freeze into ice.

Ye Xingyu wanted to activate the spiritual formation, but before his hands were put together, his whole body was frozen in the ice sculpture.

The huge ice hockey puck, after freezing him, directly fell from the sky, and when it hit the street, it obviously trembled, and the surrounding houses and courtyard walls all collapsed.

A faint glance at Ye Xingyu's sullen face and frozen hands, Bai Chen shook his head helplessly, and walked towards him slowly: "Alas, if you are a spiritual being, you can also break free of this ice crystal with your strength, but it's a pity Ah, you are a spiritualist. Even though the power of the soul of the magician is very strong, as long as you can't move your hands, you can't use the spiritual formation. It's really...weak!"

Ye Xingyu heard Bai Chen's words very clearly. He had a grim face and trembling violently among the ice sculptures. He could see that he was struggling.

It's a pity that, as Bai Chen said, although the spiritual master is strong, he is also strong in the spiritual formation, his hands cannot move, his own strength is also very weak.

This is why Bai Chen would say that the peak powerhouse overlooking the entire continent must be a spiritualist, not a spiritualist!

Behind a messy mud wall, an old figure appeared, Xia Daotian.

Xia Daotian first poked out half of his head and saw that the victory and defeat seemed to have been separated, and finally couldn't help but ecstatic, ran out frantically, and yelled all the way: "Haha, the boss is the boss, now even the devil Spirit masters can be defeated, really amazing!"

"Old Xia?!"

Bai Chen looked back in shock, and when he saw Lao Xia running, his face suddenly changed: "Idiot, don't come over!"

"Eh? Isn't he frozen?"

Xia Daotian was stunned, and before he recovered, he saw Ye Xingyu's face as a ghost in the ice hockey.

"Hey, although I can't get rid of this hockey puck, it's not a problem to use soul power to clean up your little Chu Ling!"

A terrifying voice came from the ice hockey, and Xia Daotian only felt that a storm was rolling up all over his body, and the whole person was suddenly swept off the ground by the wind.

"Ah, Ma, the boss save me—"

Xia Daotian's miserable howl made Bai Chen's face completely gloomy.

"Huh, kid, you better let me go, otherwise the old man will be torn apart by the wind!"

Ye Xingyu's voice came from the ice hockey again.

"Boss, I'm afraid of death, save me—"

Xia Daotian's screaming voice continued.

"..."

Bai Chen's face was calm, expressionless, his eyes were cold, and he shot Ye Xingyu directly.

"Why, do you think I dare not kill him?" Ye Xingyu saw that the old man had a close relationship with Bai Chen, and at this time he put all his hopes on Xia Daotian.

Facing Ye Xingyu's cold question, Bai Chen was slightly silent, and the corner of his mouth was curved: "Then you can tear him."

"what!"

Ye Xingyu was shocked, and Xia Daotian was held in the air by the wind, stiffening his old face.

"Do you think I dare not!" Ye Xingyu was angry and ferocious.

"You just tear it." Bai Chen still smiled.

The atmosphere, in the confrontation between the two, seemed very strange.

The threatened person, with a face of abuse and threatening others, is like a clown.

What a funny scene.

"Okay, do you really think that Ye Xingyu grew up eating a vegetarian? Then I will tear one of his legs to show you!"

Ye Xingyu finally lost his patience, sneered with a sullen face, and the wind blew up.

"Do not--"

Xia Daotian let out a miserable cry, and his left leg was instantly torn and twisted by the wind, and finally a cloud of dust exploded.

"Ahhhhh!"

Painful Xia Daotian, sweating profusely, and his old face twisted. He cried at Bai Chen and couldn't help but complain: "Boss, is your heart made of iron? I have been with you for so long—"

"Don't make a noise, idiot, look at your legs." Bai Chen was speechless.

"Huh?" Xia Daotian lowered his head, took a look, and found that his right leg was still alive. He was taken aback, "Huh?"

"Fuck... asshole! This is simply impossible!" Ye Xingyu gritted his teeth, he was completely unable to understand.

Obviously he controlled the soul power, manipulated the strong wind, and tore off the old man's right leg.

But, why, his own right leg instantly flew into flesh and blood?

The blood followed Ye Xingyu's right leg to a spot in the ice, but the blood couldn't flow out, and it could only gradually condense into blood ice in the hockey puck.

He raised his head in disbelief and looked at the black robe boy in front of him with one hand hanging high. Under his hand, the black ancient sword was standing in the air, which was extremely strange.

The seventh style of the Drunken Eight Immortals, viewing the sea in Yaochi, this magical skill is simply incredible to an unwitting enemy.

Seeing Bai Chen's trick, Xia Daotian looked ecstatic, clearly in the midst of the storm, but was not afraid anymore: "Hahaha, the kid surnamed Ye, you tear me, tear me, come and come to me Stretch out your head and let you tear it, okay, or tear my hand, tear my nose, if it doesn’t work, you tear mine... it’s fine! Wow ha ha ha ha —”

With Bai Chen's Jade Lake watching the sea, Xia Daotian laughed wildly like a divine power, and his smile made Ye Xingyu extremely gloomy.

"It shouldn't be, where are you holy, why are you..."

"I don't want to answer any of your questions." Bai Chen suddenly said, interrupting Ye Xingyu.

A faint glance at the dull-eyed man in the hockey puck, Bai Chen let out a chuckle, and finally retracted his gaze in disappointment: "I originally had expectations of you, and even compared you with Nangong Liucheng. It's a pity. You weak burst!"

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