Desolate asked in a cold voice.

Jian Xing stood with his sword in his hand, and said with a smile: "Huanghan, I know you are besieging a girl named Ye Luoer, and that girl Ye Luoer is my friend, please let me spare her for the sake of my sword clan. One life."

When Huang Han heard this, he laughed immediately, and said, "Since when did your sword clan actually flirt with outsiders?"

"That Ye Luoer took away the Heavenly Prison Soul Crystal. You also know that that day the Prison Soul Crystal was a necessary material for my ancestor of the Desolate Race to practice. I must not let outsiders take it away!"

Jian Xing said: "Heavenly Prison Soul Crystal is naturally precious, but your ancestor Huang Baiyu has already accomplished the eternal immortality method, and it is useless if you want to come. It is better to sell my sword family's face and let Miss Ye go. I will give you enough compensation."

Huang Han laughed loudly, and said: "What compensation is there, can it be compared to the heavenly prison soul crystal!? That day's prison soul crystal was the material used to create the reincarnation holy soul sky and the hub of hell. If you can take out a second piece of sky Prison Soul Crystal, I promise you."

Jian Xing's face darkened, only one piece of Heavenly Prison Soul Crystal was produced in tens of thousands of years, he naturally couldn't get a second one, and said: "Desolate cold, don't push people too hard, that day Prison Soul Crystal was dug by Ren Feifei and Tiannv back then. If it came out, you Desolate people just wanted to occupy it, but if the woman sends someone over to retrieve it today, is it reasonable for you to want to kill people to seize the treasure?"

Huang Han stopped talking nonsense, and said coldly: "Old man Jian, don't talk any more, if you want to save that female dragon, you have to pass me first!"

As he said that, the spiritual energy burst out from Huang Han's body, and strands of severe cold air were released from his palms. The surrounding temperature dropped suddenly, and even the edge of the Dead Sea in Huangquan also froze, making crackling noises.

Jian Xing snorted, and said: "Very well, I'll come to teach you the brilliant moves of the Huangzu's martial arts!"

After the words fell, Jian Xing swung his sword and stabbed out quickly. His sword energy turned into an ancient long river. On the river, there were phantoms of heaven, earth, mountains and rivers, trying to suppress the desolation and cold.

This sword is the supernatural power of the sword clan, called "Heaven, Earth, Mountains and Rivers Great Sword Qi".

Jian Xing is well aware of the severity of Huang Han, if he wants to delay Huang Han and win a chance for Ye Chen, he must do his best.

"Hehe, the great sword energy of the world, mountains and rivers of your sword clan is nothing more than that! Tianhan God's Palm, break it for me!"

Huang Han sneered in disdain, and didn't pay attention to Jian Xing's swordsmanship. The cold air in his palms exploded, like ice and snow, and he screamed fiercely with his palms.

Karala!

The stern and cold palm immediately completely froze Jianxing's mountain and river sword energy.

Immediately afterwards, Huang Han rushed to Jian Xing like lightning, striking his chest with both palms.

Jian Xing's face was solemn, and he raised his sword to block the fight.

The two swords and palms intersected, and they did not know how many moves they fought in an instant, and the sky and the earth were full of frost and sword shadows.

The other warriors of the Desolate race were watching the battle and did not participate in the battle.

They believed that Huang Han's strength would definitely be able to suppress Jian Xing.

In the woods, Ye Chen saw Jianxing and Huanghan fighting fiercely, and thought: "This is my chance!"

He turned his head and said to Shanrou: "Shanrou, I'll go to Huangquan Dead Sea, you stay here and don't move around, wait for me to come back."

Shanrou was a little scared, took Ye Chen's hand, and said, "Brother Ye Chen, can I go with you?"

Ye Chen shook his head lightly, and said, "No, just wait here for me to come back."

Shan Rou felt helpless and said, "Okay..."

Ye Chen smiled and touched her little head, signaling her not to panic, then rushed out of the woods and flew towards the Dead Sea of Huangquan like a gust of wind.

"who!?"

Huang Han was fighting fiercely with Jian Xing, when he suddenly saw Ye Chen's figure, he couldn't help but be taken aback, and secretly thought he was tricked.

"Old man, are you plotting against me?"

Huang Han was furious immediately, knowing that Jian Xing was only delaying himself, and his real purpose was to let Ye Chen enter Huangquan Dead Sea.

He only thought that Ye Chen was a master of the Sword Clan, if Ye Luoer was taken away by the Sword Clan, or even took away the Heavenly Hell Soul Crystal, the consequences would be disastrous.

Huang Han wanted to stop Ye Chen, but was entangled by Jian Xing and couldn't get away, so he hurriedly shouted at his warriors: "Stop him!"

"yes!"

Those warriors of the Desolate Race, as if they had just woken up from a dream, quickly flew up, with their swords out, and surrounded and killed Ye Chen, trying to prevent him from entering the Dead Sea of the Underworld.

With a glance at Ye Chen, he felt that those few warriors from the Desolate Race had the strongest cultivation bases, but they were only at the first level of the Profound Sky, and they were not his opponents at all.

What Ye Chen was afraid of was the desolation and cold.

Now that Huang Han is held back by Jian Xing, those few ordinary Huang race warriors can't stop him at all.

Seeing those warriors from the Desolate race approaching, Ye Chen did not dodge or dodge, stretched out his hands, like an eagle grabbing chickens, grabbing their bodies, scoffing, scoffing, tearing them up one by one on the spot.

Ye Chen didn't use any martial arts, and didn't even release his own aura. He just relied on the strength of his hands to tear those people into pieces one by one.

The few barren warriors who were still alive and well just now turned into a rain of blood in an instant, and their internal organs and intestines fluttered down. The scene was extremely terrifying.

"What!"

Seeing this scene, Huang Han was shocked.

Seeing that Ye Chen's cultivation was only the eighth level of the Taizhen Realm, he thought he was hiding his aura, but he didn't expect that Ye Chen's cultivation was like this, but the strength of his hands was surprisingly great.

"Who is this kid! The martial shackles of his hands have been cut off? Isn't he only in the Realm?"

Desolation and cold sweat broke out, and I deeply felt Ye Chen's strength.