In the endless snow field, the cold wind is chilly and frightening.

But Lin Aoyu and Meng Zhan were even colder, and they even couldn't help shaking.

Every step of Ye Chen is torturing their reason. This feeling is like lingchi. It is very painful and unbearable.

"Fight!" Meng Zhan suddenly drank, looked back at Lin Aoyu and said, "this should be an independent space. Even if we have empty warships, we can't escape here. Only in the first war, we killed Ye Chen."

Hearing the speech, Lin Aoyu trembled fiercely in his heart, and his eyes emitted a cold light.

Meng Zhan is right. A blind escape will only make them have no courage to face Ye Chen. In the end, they will only die miserably under Ye Chen and become cold corpses.

If you fight hard, there may be a chance.

"Zhentian!" Mongolian war took the lead, holding the Zhentian hammer in both hands, with a great momentum. Even a mountain can be forcibly smashed and overbearing.

Lin Aoyu also gnawed his teeth and raised his flame spear high. His whole body radiated terrible flame power, such as the sea and waves, and frantically killed Ye Chen.

In order to survive, the two peerless geniuses don't care about their dignity. They want to work together to kill Ye Chen.

However, in the face of the joint attack of the two geniuses, a trace of indifference flashed in Ye Chen's eyes.

"Endless snowfield!" Ye Chen's heart moved, and suddenly the terrible cold wind roared, freezing Meng Zhan and Lin Aoyu's body in place. Almost at the same time, ye Chen's body appeared there in a flash, and his palms were photographed, blooming a strong black and red light.

The left palm, as dark as ink, devours the profound meaning.

The right palm, blood red and frightening, is the profound meaning of destruction.

The two great forces of righteousness will bloom at the same time, as if they could pass through this void and directly shoot on the chest of Lin Aoyu and Meng Zhan. The strength of the whole body will burst out in an instant.

Boom! Boom!

Two continuous roars sounded, and their bodies flew upside down at the same time. Blood gushed out of their mouths. They couldn't help but howl and fell heavily in the distance.

A puff of smoke and dust rose, and ye Chen did not continue to fight, but stood in place with a cold face.

Ahead, two figures swept out, one left and one right, hundreds of meters away from the leaf dust, all gasping for breath.

At the moment, Lin Aoyu's head covered his face, and the corners of his mouth were still bleeding. Even the proud flame power became very weak. Obviously, he couldn't bear the blow just now.

As for Meng Zhan, he was also badly hurt, but he had a ten thousand mountain Dharma body and his body was as heavy as a mountain. He didn't hurt his internal organs and could barely keep his momentum.

"One against two, but also took advantage. Ye Chen, this guy, can always create miracles." Mo Yi looked at the scene in the snow field and couldn't help laughing bitterly.

Not long ago, when ye Chen faced Lin Aoyu and others, he would feel hard and display all his cards, so he barely saved his life.

How long has it been since then, ye Chen's strength has soared to such a point that he is so relaxed in the face of the joint efforts of Lin Aoyu and Meng Zhan. It's not too much to crush!

Meng Zhan wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth and stared at Ye Chen, but before long, the cold breath on his body suddenly came back, and Leng hum: "this time, you won!"

"Hmm?" as soon as the voice fell, the eyes of the crowd suddenly solidified. Mongolian war, admit defeat?

As we all know, Mongolian war is the first genius of Muhua mainland. His talent is detached and his strength is extremely terrible. His self-esteem is very strong, which can almost be said to be lawless.

At this time, facing Ye Chen, he actually admitted defeat directly?

"I admit that you are better than me. There is no need to continue this war. Wood God's blood essence belongs to you. I will never rob you again, let alone siege you. You should be satisfied." Meng Zhan said again, and his voice softened completely.

Lin Aoyu beside him was stunned, then helpless, and finally sighed deeply.

The power of the flame shrouded in the void also dissipated. Like Mongolian war, facing the absolute strength of Ye Chen, Lin Aoyu also chose to admit defeat and didn't want to lose his life in vain.

"You admit defeat, I refuse." Ye Chen spits out a word coldly, which makes Meng Zhan and Lin Aoyu look stiff. The convergent killing intention immediately surged out again.

But at the same moment, the cold in the endless snow field also bloomed, completely enveloping them.

Ye Chen looked at the angry two people and said coldly, "you two are waiting outside the wood God Temple and gathered all the talented young people to take the wood God's blood essence from me and kill us all. Your means are so cruel and vicious, so why should I be kind to you?"

"Today, you two lost to me. In the future, if I lose in your hands, will you let me leave safely because of my admission of defeat?"

Ye Chen's voice, like a needle, goes deep into the hearts of the crowd, and no one disputes it.

Not that I dare not, but that I am powerless to refute!

Meng Zhan and Lin Aoyu, both of them are heroes, and their means are extremely cruel. If ye Chen is defeated by them today, he will end up dead.

"Well, ye Chen, since you don't want me to leave safely, I'll make you regret even if I fight for my life!" Meng Zhan roared repeatedly, and there were bright golden mans in the world.

His powerful strength rushed up into the sky, and his body began to grow into a human mountain and rushed frantically towards Ye Chen. At the same time, the thundering hammer in his hand also broke out.

Boom!

Meng Zhan's hands kept dancing, and his powerful strength turned into an invisible mountain, which fell over Ye Chen's head. He wanted to suppress it on the spot. Almost at the same time, a slight sound came out. He saw a nine story ancient tower in the void, which solidified Meng Zhan's look and made his whole body unable to move.

"Ah!" a sad wail sounded. The crowd only saw that Meng Zhan's body was suppressed by the nine story ancient tower, and the glittering golden hammer became extremely dim.

"Just an ancient tower, don't try to suppress me." Mongolian war still roared. As soon as he looked up, he met a pair of dark eyes with extreme indifference, which were ye Chen's eyes.

Poof!

The claw of the blood dragon filled with the smell of destruction broke through the void, penetrated Meng Zhan's chest, and a handful of blood fog burst open, making Meng Zhan's eyes stare round, and his vitality began to dissipate continuously.

"I didn't expect Meng Zhan to die in your hands. However, if you kill me, you don't want to live." Meng Zhan stared at Ye Chen. When the last voice fell, his overbearing eyes immediately turned gray.

Cluck!

Meng Zhan's body trembled. The shaking hammer in his hand could no longer be held tightly. He fell down from the air and fell on the snow field. A dull sound echoed slowly in the hearts of the crowd.

They held their breath, looked away, and involuntarily looked at the indifferent figure in the void.

After Yu Chen and Dugu Qiu, Meng Zhan, the strongest genius of the Meng family, also died. He also died in Ye Chen's hands and was killed without suspense!