Chapter 1338 The Dust Has Settled

"Grand Elder, you..."

Ye Chen watched him gradually become as thin as a stick, until the last ray of light in his eyes completely disappeared.

In an instant, he turned into a statue.

The Feather Clan will turn into a statue after all their blood and essence are exhausted!

But, even if he died, he did not kneel to the terrifying existence in the sky.

He proudly raised his chest, his eyes full of calmness.

"Grand Elder!"

Some subtle sounds came from afar. They had obviously used up all their strength to desperately resist the pressure from the void, but even Ye Chen couldn't bear it, let alone them?

Puff!

Some Feather Clan members collapsed because they couldn't bear the pressure.

The pressure was too heavy, like a mountain suddenly suppressing them.

Before they died, they couldn't even make the last sound.

But their expressions were always calm, as if they had been prepared for all this.

Some Feather Clan members held their lovers' hands with calm eyes.

The mouth opened slightly, as if to say, I still want to love you in the next life!

Some old people closed their eyes peacefully.

Some children, in their deep attachment to their parents, their bodies collapsed.

Thousands of feather tribesmen in the field were suppressed by this wave of air in just a moment, leaving only a few hundred people!

That face laughed, "Hahahaha, what a group of pitiful ants, a simple breath of this seat can suppress your souls to death!"

In the distance, some familiar people of Ye Chen also began to be unable to hold on.

Qin Zhen turned his head and glanced at Ye Chen.

The brilliance flashing in his eyes should be grateful to himself, right?

There are also many feather tribesmen who are as young as Qin Zhen, and their souls are scattered under the huge force.

At this moment, there is no loud noise, as if the whole world has stopped.

This group... perhaps the last feather tribe in this starry sky, peacefully welcomes the arrival of death.

Going to death is like going to a feast!

Until the last feather tribe disappeared, the world fell into silence again!

Ye Chen felt his heart suddenly tighten, as if it was grasped by a big hand. The feeling of being unable to breathe made his face twist slightly and began to look a little hideous.

In his heart, it seemed that an uncontrollable anger was rising.

The blood in his body began to surge!

After witnessing the demise of the Feather Clan with his own eyes, the grief and anger that was like a lump in his throat, he wanted to vent it immediately!

With trembling hands, he slowly grasped the hilt of the Chixiao Heavy Sword behind him.

His expression also became extremely hideous at this moment!

It seemed that there was a strong murderous intent gathered in it.

The sword intent around him was rising up layer by layer.

The fourth realm of the sword!

Sword soul!

The peak of the sword soul!

The dragon sword intent burst out and wandered above his head.

Ye Chen's eyes were full of golden murderous intent.

The dragon sword intent was still rising and expanding, becoming more and more fierce and scorching!

"Hey, you dare to hold the sword? In front of me, you are not only not afraid of death, but you dare to hold the sword!"

When the face saw this scene, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, but then he found it very interesting.

Such a small ant, not only was not crushed to death by his momentum, but also tried to resist!

How many years have I not seen such a fearless existence?

"Are you sure you want to do it?"

The voice of the mysterious woman sounded in the cauldron.

"No matter what, I will also draw my sword!"

Ye Chen raised his head suddenly, and the blood in his eyes was terrifying.

His voice, word by word, was like blood weeping!

"Since you have made a decision, do it."

The mysterious woman sighed slightly, but did not say too much.

Keep rising!

Keep rising for me!

Ye Chen's pupils were full of blood.

Feeling the increasingly surging dragon sword in his body, Ye Chen knew very well that his sword intention would not allow it!

In his body, there is an indomitable sword heart!

It does not allow himself to stand idly by!

It does not allow itself to have the courage to draw the sword when facing injustice!

Boom!

When Ye Chen felt that the sword intent in his body reached the critical point, a terrifying light suddenly burst out from his pupils. He felt that some shackles seemed to be broken deep in his body!

It was like being completely shattered!

Unable to extricate himself!

At this moment, Ye Chen clearly realized that the dragon sword intent became stronger, and the surrounding world was covered with a layer of terrifying sword intent, forming a field of hundreds of meters in radius!

The fourth realm of swordsmanship, the sword domain!

For so many years, no one has ever broken through the sword domain, and now it is in Ye Chen's hands.

Relying on the grief and fighting spirit in his heart, he finally broke through to the sword domain!

"Die for me!!"

Ye Chen waved the Chixiao heavy sword, with the dragon sword intent all over his body, and burst out a magnificent torrent of sword energy, as if to kill everything!

Heaven and earth are cut with one sword!

The sword light that was so huge that it tore the void was instantly cut out.

Wherever it went, even the heaven and earth were constantly shattered!

Whether it was the rules or everything, they all shattered silently.

"You are just an ant, and you dare to draw your sword against me!"

The face said coldly, "You will follow the Feather Clan and turn into nothingness together!"

The next moment, a silent and great terror spread out, descending from the sky, as if to tear Ye Chen apart!

When the sword light that cut the sky and the great terror were about to collide, an inexplicable force of rules suddenly bound Ye Chen's body and pulled him back suddenly, as if he was about to fall into an endless abyss.

At this moment, Ye Chen had a golden dragon on his head, his pupils were full of anger and murderous intent.

The sword he drew was the most powerful one!

But this sword was abandoned halfway.

It was like a punch with all his strength, but it hit cotton.

That feeling was very frustrating.

"Damn it!"

Seeing that he was about to be dragged away by the power of rules, Ye Chen shouted angrily and unwillingly, "I, Ye Chen, stand proudly between heaven and earth, have already stood on the top, and have been immortal for a long time, why can't I transcend the constraints of rules!"

The moment the voice fell, Ye Chen's figure was dragged into the light and disappeared.

As if he had never appeared.

This world has once again regained its tranquility.

The face was very gloomy, "This kid, escaped, actually escaped from my men, who is he?"

He didn't hesitate for too long, and gathered his thoughts, looking for traces of the three black towers in the entire Qinglian Realm.

Before, he had been in a deep sleep, and did not take action himself, so he asked his men to help collect the black towers.

Unexpectedly, those men failed for a long time, and in anger, he personally evolved a wisp of consciousness and descended to the Qinglian Realm.

"No?"

"No?"

"I'm so angry!"

The face was furious, and it evolved various rules to attack crazily, falling on the Qinglian Realm.

The Qinglian Realm, which was originally lush and green, had its luck and dragon veins destroyed in various ways, and it was in ruins!