come to the heavens

Chapter 130
"The general is here."

Ye Chen threw Ma Yang to the ground, looked up at Master Shenhui, and grinned, revealing a row of neat, fine and white teeth:

"If you have any tricks, just use them, otherwise Ben will beat you to death later!"

At this time, Master Shenhui was no longer as indifferent as before, his eyes were solemn, and he gave a soft drink:
"I invite all senior uncles and senior brothers!"

As soon as the voice fell, more than a dozen old monks wearing bright yellow cassocks walked out from the large tent at the back. Ye Chen glanced at them, and there were thirteen of them in total. He is a super master, and because of years of painstaking practice, his cultivation base is a bit stronger than the average innate initial stage.

"Is this your trump card?"

Ye Chen smiled and shook his head, saying:
"You should know that even if you all swarm up, you are not my opponent, but you will be beaten to death one by one by me. Tell me, it's better to show all your cards, so that you won't have a chance to be killed by me later."

Master Shenhui didn't answer, but just opened the long brocade box in his bosom, which was lined with bright yellow silk, and inside it was a beautiful long sword that seemed quite old.

Guoshi Shenhui picked up the long sword and slowly pulled it out, a faintly invisible sword groaned, slowly revealing the snow-white sword body, as clear as a pool of autumn water.

Ye Chen's eyes fell on the sword, and he immediately felt the sharp edge of the sword, and his expression became dignified:
"It is indeed a good sword, it seems that this is what you rely on!"

With a flick of his wrist, Ma Yang fell to the ground. The remaining clothes on Ye Chen's body were shattered, and his muscles, which were wrapped like pythons, instantly turned into gold. He strode nearly ten meters in one step, and stabbed Shenhui Guoshi straight with a single shot.

His sudden explosion did not surprise Master Shenhui. With a shake of his hand, the sword scabbard in his hand flew out, and with a shake of his wrist, two cold lights flashed, and the end of a spear flew out and plunged into the ground.

But Ye Chen didn't pay attention to the fact that the tip of the gun was cut off, and the expression on his face didn't change a bit, he just stabbed out half of the gun body in his hand, and Master Shenhui turned his wrist, pointing the tip of the sword directly at the gun body, and accurately pointed at the gun body. There was a soft sound in the middle of the body, and the blade sliced ​​open the gun body and pierced Ye Chen, instantly splitting the three-meter-long horse lance into two.

Feeling that Leng's body was divided into two, and the palm of his hand was cold and piercing, Ye Chen let go and threw Ma Lack away, and bent his palms together, wrapped around the sword body and grabbed it.

But in just a second, he let go and backed away. When he raised his hand, he saw dozens of sword marks cutting his skin. He raised his head in surprise and saw the satisfied smile of Master Shenhui. He raised the sword in his hand and laughed:
"Uncles and brothers, if you don't trap this beast, I'll kill him!"

Just as he opened his mouth, thirteen monks around him started to move, and each of the thirteen people clapped their palms. The strong internal force made the surrounding air seem to expand and squeezed towards him.

If it were replaced by other people, even Guo Jing and Yang Guo would be suppressed on the spot in the face of these thirteen old monks, but Ye Chen's Dragon Elephant Prajna Kungfu on the 12th floor is too perverted, it can be said to be astonishing in the past and the present, The strength is really incredible, the thirteen innate masters besieging him didn't seem to feel much, they didn't even block them and they hit the vital points of the body, and the next second their hands were pushed out like lightning.

There were two clicks, and the two old monks were beaten to death before they even had time to hum.

But at this time, Master Shenhui stabbed him in the chest with a sword, and the extremely sharp blade pierced through his golden body, penetrated several inches into the muscles, and was finally resisted by the harder bones.

"Very good, it can actually hurt me."

Ye Chen grabbed the blade of the sword pierced into the chest muscle with one hand, and raised the other palm to pat Master Shenhui.

The terrifying force breaks through the air and forms an incomparably fierce punch, which is powerful enough to kill anyone in today's martial arts within a distance of less than two meters, including Master Shenhui. Of course he dare not block it head-on, but even less Ask Ye Chen to grab the sword and pull his hand down. His stature is short, an old monk stands up from behind him, and he meets the palm that Ye Chen slapped with his palms together.

There was a loud cracking sound, and the hurricane flew, and the old monk flew upside down like a kite with a broken string. His palms were smashed to the wrist, and he fell to the ground and could not move.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the sword in Master Shenhui's hand pressed down against Ye Chen's stomach, cutting open the golden muscles of his lower abdomen, and golden blood gushed out. But at this time, Ye Chen had turned his palm as fast as lightning and pressed down on Master Shenhui's forehead, pressing hard.

"Crack!"

The neck bone was broken and the head collapsed, and Master Shenhui fell down and knelt heavily on the ground, his knees slammed, the ground exploded, and blood shot out.

He was still alive after being so seriously injured. With a roar, he slammed his shoulder against the hilt of the sword stuck in Ye Chen's lower abdomen with all his strength. .

He frowned, and pressed hard with five steel-like fingers, and there was a cracking sound, Master Shenhui's head exploded like a watermelon, and he fell to the ground without even groaning.

In less than half a minute, this Mongolian national teacher whose cultivation level was comparable to the best in the world was beaten to death by him, but it was not over yet. One of them reached out and grabbed the sword hilt inserted into the lower abdomen and stirred it vigorously. Ye Chen snorted, raised his hand and slapped him into the sky.

In the next second, another old monk rushed forward, his eyes, beard and hair opened, and his mouth opened to roar.

"The lion's roar!"

The almost substantial sound waves swept across, and the white transparent air flow brushed against his ears and flew backwards. His eyes narrowed slightly and a fierce light flashed, he slashed vertically into a knife and slashed downwards, slashing the old monk's palm that was stretched towards the hilt of the sword alive. The old monk's chest suddenly collapsed, and the back of his hand was thrown on his chest. With a series of crackling sounds, the old monk's chest suddenly collapsed, and his feet flew up and down more than ten meters from the ground.

These monks seemed not to be afraid of death. When one of them died, someone picked him up immediately. When he killed one monk, the other monk reached out and grabbed the sword and pressed down with all his strength, but was knocked flying in the next second.

They seemed to have made up their minds to die. One by one, the monks died before their eyes, without a trace of fear in their eyes, and went forward one after another to die.

Yes, even if you die, no one has ever cultivated Dragon Elephant Wisdom to the twelfth level, so it is impossible to accurately estimate his strength. This sword is indeed extremely sharp, and it will not be worse than the legendary Yitian Sword. Even his His vajra indestructible body can be broken, but it is one thing to break it, and it is another thing to kill him.

Ye Chen's indestructible body is a result of super-strong physical transformation, not horizontal training. Breaking the golden body is not fatal, and the impact on combat effectiveness is not as great as they expected.

Therefore, Shenhui Guoshi, whose cultivation was comparable to Wujue, was beaten to death by him, and many Tantric masters with superb cultivation were beaten to death by him. In less than 3 minutes, all thirteen Tantric masters and Shenhui Guoshi died at his hands.

(End of this chapter)