Fantasy: Simulate Everything, Emperor Heavy Pupil at the Start

Around his body, countless waves of blood churned, corpses were strangled, turned into blood mist, and drifted into the void.

One sword, another sword.

In just half a stick of incense, Jiang Chen beheaded more than 3,000 cultivators of all ethnic groups.

Jiang Chen beheaded all the way, invincible.

"Damn! This human being is so cruel, we can't beat him at all!

"Damn it! What should I do in this situation?

All the cultivators of all races were stunned.

Bai Ling slapped it with a palm, and a palm print as big as Taikoo Mountain was slapped towards a ghost clan expert.

The power of this palm is enough to knock down a mountain range.

The ghost clan powerhouse was so frightened that he retreated in panic, retreating more than 500 meters in one breath.

But no matter how fast he is, how can he compare to Bai Ling?

Bai Ling slapped it with a palm, smashing the ghost clan powerhouse into pieces.

"Ahhh!"

"I am going to kill you!"

"You dare to kill my brother, I will fight with you!

One by one, the cultivators of the ten thousand races were furious. Although they were afraid of Bai Ling, they saw their own brothers being killed by Bai Ling with one palm.

"Go away!"

Jiang Chen stepped in the air and snorted coldly.

With a roll of the long sword, a curtain of swords swept away, and in an instant, another seven or eight thousand cultivators were beheaded.

The rest of the cultivators of all races were terrified.

"I didn't expect that a genius like you could be born in this ruined place. It's rare.

A cold voice resounded throughout the battlefield.

When the cultivators of all ethnic groups heard the words, they all stopped their offensive.

At this moment, everyone turned their heads to look, and saw a man wearing a black robe standing in the air not far ahead.

This black-clothed man is the Absolute Spiritual Martial Artist, the Absolute Young Master that all the clans are thinking of in their hearts!

Jue Lingwu glanced at Jiang Chen, his eyes gloomy and murderous.

"You are Jiang Chen?"

Lingwu asked, his tone was not good, full of hostility.

"Yes, I am Jiang Chen."

"I've heard of you, but I didn't expect you to be so arrogant and dare to slaughter our people of all races. You really have eaten the guts of a bear's heart and a leopard!"

Jue Lingwu's eyes revealed a fierce light, with a cold glow in his eyes, staring at Jiang Chen stubbornly.

He still didn't know Jiang Chen's record half a day ago, so he was not afraid.

The strong men of all races around him are also eyeing each other.

They are extremely important existences to all ethnic groups. Once they fall, their ethnic group will definitely be severely damaged.

Jiang Chen said lightly: "The people of the clan are all animals, so kill them.

"No shame! I want to see how you let me die!"

Jue Lingwu sneered, his arms stretched out, and a terrifying aura surged out like a tide, forming a 633 terrifying Realm around him.

Inside the Realm, Demonic Beasts roared and attacked Jiang Chen and the others.

"Tips for carving insects!

Jiang Chen snorted coldly, and the Sword of Life and Death swept out, the sword beams horizontally and horizontally, beheading batch after batch of Demonic Beasts.

"I want to see, how much power do you have?"

Jue Lingwu shouted angrily, punched out, and the fist shadow flew, like a star falling, and smashed at Jiang Chen.

This punch, with terrifying ripples, seemed to destroy Jiang Chen's sword formation.

But Jiang Chen swung out a sword, and the sword beam was vertical and horizontal, shattering everything.

Boom!

This time, Jue Lingwu's face changed drastically, he retreated again and again, his chest felt tight, his blood was surging, and he almost spat out a mouthful of blood.