My Fiancee is a Cold CEO

This is the first time Ye Chen has vented all his aura without reservation. The terrifying aura swept the world, and the howling hurricane was blowing in the compound.

"Damn it, Ye Chen, why is he so strong?"

Standing in the distance, Ji Rui squinted her eyes, a flash of horror flashed in her eyes.

As the younger brother of the Ji family, Ji Rui has not seriously practiced ancient martial arts, but he has an extremely obvious sense of breath.

Ye Chen's aura now exposed is even stronger than Zu Yu.

As a person of the same age, Ye Chen unexpectedly surpassed him so much, so Ji Rui, who considered himself the proud son of heaven, was jealous.

"Brother Yang, do it together."

Zu Yu squinted his eyes, a sharp look flashed in his eyes, and patted Ye Chen first.

"Your opponent is me."

Jin Mu squinted his eyes, a sharp color flashed in his eyes.

"Drawing swordsmanship."

Jin Mu let out a low cry, held his right hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist, and drew his sword abruptly.

The silver sword light soared into the sky, and the sharp sword intent filled the surroundings.

Zu Yu's heart suddenly felt a sense of crisis of life and death, and he made a decisive action, twisted his body, and slapped the sword light in front of him with a palm.

With a bang and sparks everywhere, Zu Yu involuntarily stepped back, a trace of blood spattered from his palm and dripped onto the ground.

"What a fierce sword spirit, who are you?"

Zu Yu's face changed, and he looked at Jin Mu solemnly.

"Haidong Sword School, Jinmu."

Jin Mu said calmly.

"Jin Mu? You are the Great Han Sword Saint Jin Mu? I didn't expect you to come to China."

Zu Yu frowned, his face suddenly changed, and a look of horror flashed in his eyes.

"It's under."

Jin Mu said indifferently: "You are not my opponent. How about you and me watching from the side."

This is a little troublesome.

Zu Yu's expression was extremely gloomy at this time.

The name of the sword saint of Korea, Zu Yu is like thunder.

This is the strongest master of Korean swordsmanship, and among the masters, it is also a top-notch existence.

The gap in strength between Grand Master and Grand Master is still extremely obvious.

Those who are new to the master are very simple in using the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and their strength is slightly weaker, and they are called the early stage of the master.

Sword masters like Jin Mu have studied kendo to the extreme and have reached the strength of the master's later stage.

Compared with Zu Yu, he was obviously weaker.

"Dahan Juggernaut, I'm in the wild in China, is it your opponent? Only if you have played it will you know."

Zu Yu's eyes flashed with evil spirits, and he stepped forward with a punch to Jinmu.

"Stubborn."

Jin Mu swung the Shui Han sword and fought with Zu Yu.

Although Zu Yu was slightly inferior, Jin Mu couldn't beat Zu Yu in a short period of time, and the two fought fiercely together.

"Unexpectedly, I invited Dahan Juggernaut, but unfortunately he can't save you."

Yang Herong said with a stern expression: "Today you must die."

"It's not certain who will save who."

A cold color flashed in Ye Chen's eyes, took a deep breath, and hid his foot on the ground.

The marble-paved ground trembled suddenly, as if being trampled on by a predecessor giant, and the fine cracks spread around like a spider web.

With this energy, Ye Chen's figure was like thunder, and instantly disappeared in place.

In the blink of an eye, he crossed a distance of tens of meters, and appeared in front of Han Yan.

"Roar."

Han Yan let out a low growl, and felt a strong crisis. The muscles all over her body swelled up like a balloon that was blown up. It suddenly grew half a meter tall, and her sharp claws grabbed Ye Chen.

"dead."

A killing intent flashed in Ye Chen's eyes, and the power of flesh and blood was urged to the extreme, and they collided with each other with one fist and one palm.

With a bang, it was as if two mountain peaks had collided with each other. There was a sound of steel clashing, and countless energies were escaping wildly around.

Only heard the roaring sound, the office buildings of some ages were directly razed to the ground by this energy.

Fortunately, Fang Yuqi, Hou Zhou and others have already left the office area, watching the battle not far away from a distance.

"It's so strong, it's like making a blockbuster movie."

Liang Xuan swallowed his throat, his eyes filled with horror.

Even Ji Rui looked extremely nervous.

If Ye Chen could not be killed today, he would be in danger.

He only heard the scream of Drizzle from the smoke, Ye Chen's fist pierced Drizzle's claws directly, and then blasted Drizzle's chest.

The blood-red scales were cracked from inch to inch, and a large amount of blood was ejected from the wound. Ye Chen's strength followed the wound and directly blasted into Han Yan's body.

Droughty screamed, a roar in his mouth, and was directly blasted out by Ye Chen with a punch, splashing blood all over the floor.

"The body is so strong."

Ye Chen frowned, a strange color flashed in his eyes.

With his half-divine body punch, it was only a serious injury, and he didn't even blow the Drought Man to an explosion. This was a bit beyond Ye Chen's expectation.

It is indeed the most fierce thing in the legend, even if it is injured, it is still so strong.

"Drought."

Yang Herong's expression changed, and he said with a stern look: "You dare to hurt my drought and seek death."

As soon as the voice fell, Yang Herong let out a low roar, his hands appeared to be colored glaze, and he patted Ye Chen so straight.

"Isn't Liuli Hand? I'm not the original innate."

A touch of indifference flashed in Ye Chen's eyes, and he patted it with a light palm.

With a bang, the terrifying pressure spread from Ye Chen's palm to Yang Herong's arms.

With a bang on the colored palm of the hand, there was a sound of fracture, and the originally indestructible hand of the colored glaze was instantly broken by Ye Chen.

Yang Herong screamed, his figure retreated quickly, and a frightened look flashed in his eyes.

"You... how could you be so strong."

No matter Yang Herong was not shocked.

Half a month ago, Ye Chen was the ant that Yang Herong slaughtered at will.

Unexpectedly, in just half a month, he became a strong man who crushed him.

The gap before and after is really astonishing.

"Success to death."

A strong killing intent flashed in Ye Chen's eyes, and his footsteps moved slightly to kill Yang Herong.

At this time, Drought Yun let out a low roar, and the thick blood mist bombarded Ye Chen.

"Your trick is useless to me."

The blood in Ye Chen's body was boiling, and the blood was turbulent like a sea wave. He urged the immortal profound art to the extreme, and he directly repelled the drought with a punch.

Then he moved his body and instantly crossed a distance of tens of meters before appearing in front of Yang Herong.

"Quiet."

Ye Chen blasted out with a punch, and the world fell back.

Like a fairy descending to the earth, with a trace of ancient charm.

The terrifying air of death blew through Yang Herong's body in an instant.

With a bang, Yang Herong sprayed out a mouthful of blood, and was almost blasted through his body with a punch by Ye Chen. He slid on the ground for tens of meters before stopping.

"You are too weak."

Ye Chen's eyes shone brightly, like a **** descending to the earth, shaking his head and sighing.