Conceited Immortal On Campus

On the highway, Chen Yi's consumption recovered for five hours this time.

When Chen Yi wakes up, Yu Mengzi is tired and sitting in the car.

There was fatigue in her eyes and a faint noise in her stomach.

When Chen Yi gets up slowly, Yu Mengzi is still surprised.

"Hungry!"

In the car, Chen Yi makes a faint voice. He has already made a breakthrough. However, Yu Mengzi is an ordinary person after all.

"Well!" Yu Mengzi nodded and did not deny it.

Chen Yi immediately drove to the nearest city.

Entering the city, Chen Yi has never been stopped.

In a western restaurant, Chen Yi ordered two steaks and red wine in fluent English.

Yu Mengzi comes from such a big family as the Yu family. Moreover, she is very proud of her personality. Even in the state of starvation, she still maintains her elegance.

A steak into the abdomen, Yu Mengzi's face has just a little blood.

After leaving the western restaurant, Chen Yi reaches out and points at Yu Mengzi's eyebrow.

The magic power comes in slowly and swims around Yu Mengzi's body, which makes her look relaxed gradually.

After Chen Yi's fingers are gently removed, Yu Mengzi opens her eyes again and is in good spirits.

Her eyes gently move, as if there are all kinds of customs, but did not say a word of thanks.

If change to do before, afraid is that she already through show the expression of gratitude.

Yu Mengzi knows how to judge the situation better than Yun Mo Bing's Gao Leng, and is more popular with others.

Just as they got on the bus, Chen Yi's eyes moved gently.

In his remaining light, there is a pair of eyes are quietly looking at them.

It was a middle-aged man, about fifty years old, with a beard and a big body.

From the aspect of appearance, it is not enough to attract attention.

They drove away slowly, almost at the exit of the city. Yu Mengzi suddenly said, "there are enemies again!"

Her eyes are a little complicated. She doesn't know the identity of Chen Yi, or how many people in the world want Chen to fall.

In her eyes, if it wasn't for her, Chen Yi would not have met so many enemies along the way after destroying the noan family.

Yu Mengzi's voice fell, and the car slowly stopped.

In the distance of the car, a hundred meters away, the burly middle-aged man who had been watching them in the city before was standing here.

Chen Yi walks out of the car faintly. He looks at the middle-aged man from a distance, only to see that his eyes suddenly turn to gold. Then, it seems that the sound of gold and iron appears in the world.

Behind the middle-aged man, a tall Knight condensed out.

These knights, dressed in armour, each of them exudes a vicious atmosphere.

"The spirit of the God of war!"

Looking at the emerging knight, Chen Yi recognized the identity of the man.

Among the temples, there is a man who is called the God of war. Three hundred years ago, there were three gods of war in the temples.

One is holding an artifact, the spear of Ares. This spear is even more amazing than magic silver. It is enough to tear the power of all things in the world, that is, the power of martial arts, golden elixir, chanting power, holy power and so on. It can be easily penetrated.

One is armed with the bow of the God of war and three arrows to kill the God. Once the enemy is locked, each arrow can kill the enemy thousands of miles away and never die.

The last one is to master the ring of war spirit, the third largest divine soldier of the God of war. This ring of war spirit can untie the war spirit that was originally sealed in it. Every war spirit is a warrior who once lived in the world. On the fertile soil of the west, it symbolizes strength and power, and represents the war spirit of blood and killing.

Under the attack of three hundred war spirits, the first God of the original temples also wanted to retreat.

The God of war, the three great artifact, is even more famous in the temples.

However, three hundred years ago, Ares' spear had been cut off by him, and he directly cut off two of the three arrows.

Chen Yi didn't care about the so-called war spirit because he didn't know where he was.

It never occurred to him that in only 300 years, he saw the ring of war spirit again.

It's still the familiar war spirit, but the enemy who controls the ring of war spirit is another person.

Naturally, this is still a trivial change for Chen Yi.

If an ant changes again, it will be an ant.

Now that he's stopped, Chen Yi Kill it!

A hundred meters away, the spirit of war rose, and a low voice came slowly.

"Andron, the God of war, represents the temples and sends Chen Zu to hell!"

The voice came down, almost three hundred souls of war, but it was full of evil spirit.

At dusk, the battle spirit is in the field, and the spear and blade in his hand point to Chen Yi.

In the car, Yu Mengzi looks at the seemingly powerful war spirit and the voice of andren.Temples!

Even Yu Mengzi had heard of the name of the temples, andron, the God of war, which is now famous in the West.

Even, it is said that andron once challenged Odin, the first God, and almost won.

There is also a rumor that andron is second only to Odin in the Pantheon.

Yu Mengzi's pupils shrink, and there is a trace of panic in her eyes.

Chen Yi is a master of the cloud family in Jiangnan. He is really famous.

But in the whole of China, master Chen's reputation is not enough.

China is still like this, let alone on the world mountain.

"How could it be that even the God of war in the temples appeared!" Yu Mengzi's mind is in turmoil.

But Chen Yi, looking at the evil spirit of the many war spirits, a person like a thousand troops, but still look firm and motionless.

"Send me to hell!"

The faint voice seemed to suppress the murderous spirit of the war spirit.

"If heaven and earth can't bury me, it's up to you!"

As the words fall, Chen Yi starts with the scabbard.

Boom!

Almost coincidentally, three hundred war spirits and Chen Yi all moved, as if one person rushed into a thousand troops.

Chen Yi was surrounded by the three hundred battle spirits in an orderly way.

Chen Yi seems to face more than 300 war spirits, like a thousand troops.

Every time the spear and sword fell, Chen Yi stopped it with a scabbard. It seemed that it was no less than the strike of Wudao real man.

The power of a blow is thin, but in every breath, there are more than ten or even dozens of attacks.

Chen Yi's dark golden eyes are like torches, one by one. Even so, his ink robe is still intact.

He seems to be walking on the steel wire, but he is still. More than that, every time the scabbard in his hand is cut off, there is a soul of war dying out.

When Chen Yi sprang up and rushed out of the many fighting spirits, half of the 300 fighting spirits had been killed.

There are still brand-new war spirits that seem to be reviving and reuniting. Chen Yi holds a knife and stands in the air, overlooking the 300 war spirits.

"Even if you still live in the world, in my eyes, you are not my enemy, let alone the soul of war!"

Chen Yi holds the scabbard in one hand and rises slowly. His dark golden pupils shine brightly.

Xuanyuan gate, Xianwu Dao Jue, stars at night!

This is created by Chen Yi. It is also a rare Dao formula in Xuanyuan sect.

Chen Yi's body is in the high altitude. If he falls down with a knife, he will kill all the stars in the world.

A thousand years ago, in Zhenwu immortal sect, Chen Yi won the first place of Qi training in Zhenwu competition, and entered Zhenwu Pavilion in the hostile eyes of Zhenwu immortal sect.

There are 207 kinds of Dao techniques and formulas.

"Boy, the fairy way is ethereal. It's extraordinary to enter the world. The sword is suitable for the battlefield and among thousands of troops. It's too murderous and vulgar."

"There are hundreds of soldiers in the world, so why stick to one."

The white haired old man, the deputy leader of Zhenwu immortal sect, looks at Chen Yi and helps him to point out.

There are all kinds of immortals, but there are only a few people who can repair swords.

Dao is less immortal, but more evil and vulgar.

I don't know how many immortal practitioners disdain to practice Dao.

If I cultivate immortals just like mortals, why should I cultivate them!?

In the Zhenwu Pavilion, Chen Yi slowly opens his eyes. He looks at the deputy leader of the golden elixir peak, fearless.

"As a murderer, the sword is the same. I like swords because they have only one blade and are indomitable. "

"If people stop me, there will be no one under the knife. If the mountain blocks me, it will open the mountain. If the stars block me, I will cut all the stars in the night."

……

Dusk is coming, but see a knife cut off, knife gas burst up, such as three hundred strands.

With a knife, Chen Yi cut off the whole road, and a huge gully with hundreds of meters emerged between the heaven and the earth.

As if, even the earth has been cut, and the three hundred souls of war, in this knife, is vanishing.

Chen Yi stands in the air. He looks at andren, who is retreating and half kneeling.

"A mere mortal dare to call himself a God?"

Light words, like the voice of heaven, resonate with heaven and earth.

Andren raised his eyes. He looked at the figure in the ink robe. There was a trace of panic and fear in his eyes.

The so-called God of war also knows fear.

However, Chen Yi's knife is only thirty feet long, and he cuts it down directly.

Under a knife, the God of war was directly killed in this world.

Chen Yi, however, took the knife and fell like a banished immortal.

"Ridiculous."