Kirin Dharma body is the Zhenzong martial art of the beast sect.

When Kirin comes out, who will compete.

With such a killing move, the beast sect gained a great reputation in the Qin Wu Dynasty. It has the land of Zhenyuan Kirin. It is either a river of blood or a voice of surrender. It is extremely overbearing.

But today, it is in Wudao square of yuhuazong.

Ye Chen's plain fist hit Zhenyuan Qilin heavily.

Kirin is still the mighty and domineering Kirin.

But on its body, there were layers of frost. Under the terrible cold, the body of Kirin began to disintegrate and turn into ice debris all over the ground.

"Zhenyuan Qilin? Zhenzong martial arts? Invincible?"

The voice full of sarcasm came out of Ye Chen's mouth, which made Liu Yunlong's eyebrows frown tightly, but he was not comparable to Zuo mo after all. His body trembled slightly, his hands clenched, and the Yuan Gang all over the sky went towards Ye Chen's oppression. At the same time, the terrible Zhenyuan roared madly on his fist, and the magic sound rolled.

Beast fist!

The shadow of the fist was heavy, turned into the shadow of countless beasts, and blew on the solid ice.

Finally, the cold ice broke. However, when Liu Yunlong raised his head, he found that ye Chen had already arrived in the air. From the void, he directly punched down, as if all the world were domineering fists, nothing else.

"Kill!"

Liu Yunlong shouted angrily and manipulated Zhenyuan Qilin again to attack Ye Chen.

"Dragon!"

Ye Chen's fists slightly whirled and hissed out. Behind him, a hundred meter Golden Dragon meandered out, and the sky was oppressed by the dragon power. The voice of the real dragon rang through the sky, and one punch hit Liu Yunlong's head.

"Qilin is angry!" Liu Yunlong suddenly shook his palm. Zhenyuan Qilin pressed towards the fist front and collided with the dragon shaped fist front. Zhenyuan erupted like an attack on the last day.

Liu Yunlong broke through the billowing smoke and dust, carrying the terrible real yuan in his palm, and wanted to strangle Ye dust on the spot.

"Tiger shadow!"

The sense of terror spread away. Ye Chen easily caught Liu Yunlong's figure and punched him out. The punch seemed ordinary, without towering domineering. It directly stabbed the Zhenyuan Qilin, but burst out an ancient killing intention like a tsunami.

Fierce killing magic power is famous for its killing intention. Even heaven and earth can be annihilated.

What's more, it's a real yuan Kirin.

In front of that terrible killing intention, Zhenyuan Qilin suddenly collapsed and scattered around.

Seeing this, Liu Yunlong was shocked and immediately swept back. However, how could ye Chen miss this great opportunity.

The fist front trembled endlessly and moved with Ye Chen's body shape. The domineering fist front blocked out the sky and the sun. The crowd could not even see anything. They only saw the terrible fist front, the killing intention all over the sky, and ye Chen's powerful and unrestrained figure.

"Is Ye Chen a human or a ghost? How can he be so strong?" the crowd stared at the infinite fist front, and his head had no way to think. Ye Chen's fist front was terrible.

"Go to hell!"

A roar of terror rolled out, as if the whole world was shaking. The wind and clouds were angry. In the dark, the endless fist blades tore everything and had nothing to be.

"Dragon tiger mietian fist!"

A voice full of cold came out, and soon the crowd saw a fist front blooming in mid air.

Dragon shape, tiger shadow.

Roared wantonly in the void, turned into two streamers, swept into the smoke and dust, as if obscuring the brilliance of the sun.

When the rumbling sound came out, the crowd stepped back and dared not face the terrible battlefield. When the sound gradually disappeared, they slowly raised their heads and put their eyes on the past.

There, Liu Yunlong's head hung slightly. He stretched out his hand and touched his chest. The blood dyed his palm red. It was so dazzling and ferocious.

"Hurt?"

Seeing this blood, the pupils of the crowd were frozen and injured. Liu Yunlong, under Ye Chen's Dragon Tiger killing heaven fist, was torn from his chest and seriously injured.

Looking up, Liu Yunlong looked at Ye Chen and seemed a little incredible.

"You hurt me?" a trembling voice vomited out of Liu Yunlong's mouth. Ye Chen, a boy who used to kill whenever he wanted and regarded as an ant, hurt him with a fist.

They met three times in two years.

The first time, ye Chen killed Dugu Yang in the saint's cave.

The second time, in the Huxin Pavilion, ye Chen abandoned Han Baiyu.

The third time, right now, ye Chen invited him to fight in public. He not only smashed Zhenyuan Qilin, but also hurt him, almost endangering his life.

Three meetings can be regarded as the progress of demons.

Now ye Chen has the qualification to look him in the eye and even kill him on the spot.

"You can hurt people, why can't I hurt you?"

The faint voice came out of Ye Chen's mouth. It was very calm, but it made the crowd feel that their hearts trembled.

Ye Chen seriously injured Liu Yunlong and was able to be so relaxed. To what extent did his strength reach? Could it be that he has been able to fight the super strong in the mixed yuan realm now?

"As I said, the blood debt naturally needs blood. When you killed 3000 disciples of huangquan camp, the sickle representing death was already on your neck. Today, it's time for you to pay the price."

Ye Chen's eyes were full of killing intention again, and his steps stepped out. The fist front in the sky roared wildly again, as if it constituted a song of death in memory of the three thousand disciples of huangquan camp.

At the same time, it is also destroying Liu Yunlong's only reason.

"It's over."

Ye Chen suddenly gives his fist, and the fist edge roars like a dragon and a tiger. With the sadness of three thousand disciples of huangquan camp, it directly envelops Liu Yunlong and reflects the ugly and ferocious disgusting face.

Boom!

The fist front suddenly burst, and ye Chen's eyes suddenly trembled. In front of Liu Yunlong, Liu Tianyu, who was full of anger, stood here. He shook his sleeves and blew all the fist front away.

"Old man, why did you stop me?" seeing that you can get revenge, ye Chen was suddenly stopped. At this time, ye Chen completely ignored Liu Tianyu's identity and called him old man.

Liu Tianyu's face trembled and shouted angrily, "why can't I stop you from killing my son? Ye Chen, there are some things that you let go of your anger. You should stay here. If it's still so excessive, even Hua haoqiong can't keep you."

"Threat, threat again."

Ye Chen laughed angrily, and his eyes were full of madness: "Liu Tianyu, don't think you are stronger than me, you can save Liu Yunlong. I, ye Chen, want to kill, and no one can stop!"

The language falls, and the long bow whispers.

Ye Chen holds a thunderbolt hell bow, and a bleak chill spreads out at this time. The trembling spirit of the nether world winds around his fingers and wriggles. Unexpectedly, it condenses an arrow, the nether ice arrow.

"What a defiant boy, I want to see how you can be stopped!"

Liu Tianyu was also angry.

He was the deputy leader of the beast sect. Unexpectedly, he was yelled like this by a suckling boy. His hands were open, and a powerful real yuan Kirin appeared in front of the people with an unparalleled terrorist attitude.

"Ye Chen, don't be reckless!"

Hua haoqiong immediately uttered his voice and stretched out his arm to stop Ye Chen.

However, at the moment of his arm sticking out, the terrible cold suddenly spread. Even he had to step back, lower his head, and impressively found that his palm was covered with frost.

"Die!"

Ye Chen's lips opened gently, his long bow trembled and brought a roaring thunder.

In mid air.

Cold arrows move, small, but with infinite killing intention.