Chapter 137, escape the final kill!

Chapter 137

"Saint, please help us kill this trespasser." The old man knelt down and his eyes became extremely pious.

However, He Yun's eyes were already stunned, and he quietly looked at the man in front of him without saying a word.

However, at this moment, the 28 people have come to the front of Daojun Yichen.

The old man of "Holy God Punishment" roared and saw a terrible breath suddenly burst out of 28 people around him. With the appearance of this breath, a white light gushed out of these 28 people again.

With the moment when the white light appeared, there was no pain on the faces of the 28 people, but only the incomparable fanaticism. At this moment, the horrible golden sword appeared again in the sky.

It's just that the moment this sword appeared, a combat power beyond the realm of Nirvana gushed out.

The huge golden sword rushed to Jun Yichen again. The golden sword crossed the whole world, and the thousand-long sword rushed to Jun Yichen's eyes at a very fast speed.

"Roll" Jun Yichen suddenly took a step and saw this step out. A sword with black light also appeared in Jun Yichen's hand, and suddenly the sword burst into a terrible black light.

When the golden sword was bombarded, a terrible storm appeared in the whole square. With the moment when the storm appeared, the golden sword slowly disappeared at this moment.

"Please also ask the saint to kill and break into this." The old man knelt down on his knees, showing piety in his eyes.

At this moment, a horrible white light suddenly gushed out on the huge statue. When this white light appeared, it enveloped He Yun.

At this moment, He Yun's eyes seemed to be replaced by a ruthlessness, and he could no longer see a trace of confusion.

"Kill" He Yun looked indifferent, and an unparalleled white light suddenly burst out of his fingers, which bombarded Jun Yichen's body in an instant.

At this moment, Jun Yichen did not expect He Yun to take action, and in an instant, the white light rushed into Jun Yichen's body.

"Ah!" Jun Yichen was covered with blood and looked at a horrible blood hole in his chest in a daze, and could even see the opposite side.

The flowers bloomed and fell, and everything was like passing away. Jun Yichen's face smiled slightly and stroked his silky hair.

"In fact, it's all my fault, and I haven't been looking for you." Jun Yichen seemed to mutter, looking at the woman in front of him with pain in his heart.

"You are not a saint, you are just a He Yun, a He Yun I like." Jun Yichen's smile was pale, and blood flowed out like an injection.

However, at the moment Jun Yichen stroked, a struggle appeared in He Yun's ruthless eyes, and his eyes became godless again.

"You are just a He Yun, the He Yun who always likes to hold my ears." Jun Yichen took his hands tightly, stepped forward step by step, and dragged a long blood stain behind him.

At this moment of "I'll take you away", Jun Yichen's eyes showed an unprecedented firm look.

"Ah!" Jun Yichen's whole body was like a crazy fierce beast, with horrible blood red in his eyes, and the black light sword constantly burst out around his body to kill all the holy imperial warriors who rushed over.

"Isn't this possible?" The old man seemed to be lost in meditation, and a terrible light burst out of his eyes, as if he had penetrated the whole world.

In an instant, the figure of the old man appeared in front of Jun Yichen, but he looked as if he had never moved.

"You can't go, trespasser" The old man's voice was flat, staring at He Yun next to Jun Yichen.

However, Jun Yichen still walked out step by step, and the ferocious wound only had a little blood overflowed and was almost dry.

"Young man, you shouldn't come." The old man's eyes seem to have turned into endless white light, covering Jun Yichen. At this moment, Jun Yichen can clearly feel that the fighting spirit on his body is melting at a terrible speed.

"No one can stop me, and you can't do it." Jun Yichen's eyes became clear, and the unparalleled light of the black sword blocked the white light.

"Young man, stay, I would like to accept you as a saint of my holy empire." At this moment, the old man's voice still looked at Jun Yichen indifferently.

"I told you, no one can stop me," Jun Yichen's body was shaking and roared loudly.

"Since you are looking for death, no one can save you." The old man said quietly, but at the moment he opened his mouth, he took a step back and a golden crown appeared on his head.

With the appearance of this crown, the breath of the old man suddenly soared at this moment, and one sentence broke through the realm of nirvana and stepped into the war soul mirror.

"Holy Emperor, give it to me!" At this time, a young figure appeared behind the old man.

He held a golden sword in his hand, and the breath of terror was almost frightening.

"What are you doing here?" The old man's voice seemed to reveal an irresistible majesty, and the breath of terror crazily fed on the young people.

The young man's voice of "Eradicate the infidels for the Holy Emperor" was flat and he slowly walked out in white.

A faint sneer appeared on the "good" old man's face, as if looking at Jun Yichen like a dead man.

The expression of the young man "kill, pagan" was cold. Without the enthusiasm of those people, he just quietly waved a terrible sword, and the huge golden cross sword burst out at this moment with combat power beyond the realm of nirvana.

The atmosphere of terror almost made Jun Yichen unable to take steps.

"I said, no one can stop me." Jun Yichen roared at the sky, and a frightening combat power broke out all over his body. The black light sword turned into a shocking black light and blocked the golden cross sword.

At the same time, the breath of meteorite and blood corpse poured into Jun Yichen's body again, and a terrible blood light broke out on the black sword, barely blocking the golden cross sword.

The "pagan, mortal" young man came out, and the cross sword in his hand turned into an extremely horrible cross, covering Jun Yichen.

"Return to the Ruins" Jun Yichen roared to the sky and waved at the cross sword. However, with that wave, Jun Yichen looked up to the sky again and spewed a few drops of blood again. His face was as pale as paper, and there was no trace of blood.

However, the horrible golden sword only paused slightly and rushed to Jun Yichen again crazily.

"Go quickly" At that moment, the young man seemed to make a roar, and the void was pierced. This was a real hole and broke a space.

"This..." Jun Yichen couldn't react and didn't understand why the person in front of him did this.

However, at this moment, the old man's expressionless eyes also moved slightly at this moment and looked at the young man and said, "Saint, do you also want to betray God?"

"Haha, God" The young man's face seemed to show an incomparable pain. "Qingyuan is dead, she is dead!"

"What a son of a saint, what a son of a saint, you killed her, you bastard" The young man's face seemed crazy, smiling ferociously at the corners of his mouth.

The old man seemed to be sighing and looked at the young man faintly and said, "Since you have regained your mind and can't be a saint, then accept God's punishment!"

In an instant, under the plain voice of the old man, a faint white light enveloped the young man. With this white light, the young man's face began to age at a terrible speed.

"Haha, more than a hundred years, I have lived enough." At this moment, the young man's head has turned white and his eyes have become a little cloudy.

At this moment, a picture appeared in the sky. It was a young man holding a bouquet of light flowers and giving it to the girl in front of him. The woman's figure was hazy, but she could still clearly feel the beautiful figure.

"One dream, a hundred years, Qingyuan, if only you and I had died together." At this moment, he slowly fell down like an old man with turbid eyes, but his eyes seemed to have a relieved smile.

All this was completed in an instant. Jun Yichen clearly saw all this and showed a slight surprise.

"Hmm, do you think you can leave?" The old man looked at Jun Yichen quietly, and his breath reached its peak at this moment.

"To be the saint of my holy empire, I will not die around you and promise you to guard the saint." The old man's voice smelled of extreme indifference.

"Hum, old man, it turns out that you are an old dog!" Jun Yichen laughed angrily at this moment.

At the moment of "you are looking for death", the old man's eyes were full of anger, and his eyes became more horrible.

"Jun Yichen did not hesitate to take over the withered body that fell to the ground, but his eyes were still staring at the old man.

"I'm sorry, old man, we're really leaving." After Jun Yichen stepped into the black hole in the void, the other hand pulled He Yun to death.

"Hmm, do you think you can really escape?" The old man sneered and burst out a horrible white light in his eyes. This time, the white light seemed to melt everything.

"Let you melt directly in this space hole!" The old man's voice is indifferent.

The horrible white light covered the hole in the void. The breath of terror suddenly made this space disappear.

"Haha, old man, I forgot to tell you that I have another trick." Jun Yichen suddenly shot an extremely horrible purple light from his eyes at the moment he said it, and this purple light rushed to the old man crazily at the moment he appeared.

"Ah!" The old man looked at the horrible purple light with a frightened face and instantly collapsed the white light in his eyes.

The purple light was too terrible. After breaking the white light, it continued to rush to the old man crazily.

The unparalleled purple light bombarded the old man's body, and the crown on the old man's head burst into terrible power again, turning into a huge white mask, suddenly blocking the horrible purple light.

The "bastard" old man is shocked to find that his vitality is rapidly being consumed, resisting the last trace of purple light. The old man is almost ten years old, old.

However, at this moment, Jun Yichen's body almost collapsed, and his whole body was cold. There was only the last trace of light left in his eyes, holding He Yun tightly in his arms with a smile.