"I'm defeated!" a smile welled up at the corner of Jian Xue's mouth, and at the same time, a change occurred on Jian Xue's body. http://

The broken sword weapons gathered together in vain, forming an iron sword full of cracks once more.

Holding the iron sword, Jian Xue surged out of an inexplicable general trend in vain, this general trend was very terrifying, in the face of this general trend, Qing Jue and the others all felt a palpitation.

Countless sword shadows appeared in vain in the void, and the sword shape was like a leaf.

Jian Xue stood quietly in the shadow of the sword, and the momentum surging out of her body became stronger and stronger, until she finally broke through the second layer of Lingwu.

"Evolutionary supernatural powers, three layers of spiritual martial arts!" the fire qilin whispered.

Jian Yu and the others all looked at this scene in shock, this general trend made them feel jealous in the realm of the second layer of Lingwu.

"Senior brother has broken through!" Jian Yu knew that his senior brother had hit a bottleneck a long time ago, and today's battle was an opportunity to break through.

Everything is so natural, Jian Xue opened his eyes and put away the iron sword! Jian Xue's right hand was raised, and then it fell with a bang, and the iron sword turned into a stream of light and fell towards the back peak of Wanyu Peak, until it was inserted on the mountain rock.

"Jian Yu, do you remember that rule?" Jian Xue whispered, and the whole person became more and more indifferent, like a sharp sword out of its sheath.

Hearing this, Jian Yu's expression changed slightly, and he whispered, "Senior brother!"

"I made that rule at the beginning, so I have to abide by it!" Jian Xue chuckled, turned around, and in the stunned eyes of everyone, Jian Xue saluted Ye Chen and said respectfully: "I have seen the master!"

"Master?" Ye Chen raised his eyebrows and looked at Jian Yu, waiting for his note.

Catching a glimpse of Ye Chen's gaze, Jian Yu smiled helplessly: "When Senior Brother challenged various kendo seniors, he made a rule that if anyone defeated him, he would be a sword slave for twenty years!"

"Twenty years sword slave?" The so-called sword slave is just the lowest slave, catching a glimpse of Jian Xue's expression, Ye Chen smiled faintly and said, "I don't need a sword slave!"

Hearing this, Jian Xue's face remained unchanged, and she said lightly: "This is my sword way!"

After speaking, Jian Xue took a few steps forward, walked to Ye Chen's side, and said lightly: "Twenty years of sword slaves, from this moment on, there is no such person as Jian Xue on the Martial God Continent, only sword slaves." ”

Jian Xue's eyes were very firm, and Ye Chen knew that even if he objected, he would not change his mind.

Getting a third-layer sword slave of Lingwu out of thin air, Ye Chen felt a little laughing at right and wrong.

"Whatever you want!" Lowering his head, Ye Chen looked at the two figures standing in the wind below, Ye Chen suddenly spoke: "If you can, go back to the Ye family, don't stay in the Moon God Temple!"

After saying this, Ye Chen turned around and walked towards Wu Jian Peak. Jian Xue followed closely behind Ye Chen, like Ye Chen's shadow.

"Back to the Ye family?" Ye Muwan muttered softly, she wanted to go back to the Ye family all the time, but not at this time, she didn't want to return to the Ye family to become a burden.

Ye Muwan couldn't help but see Long Ye's expectant gaze in front of her, and she couldn't let down her master's hopes.

Wujian Peak, snowflakes sprinkled down in the sky like flowing water, and when Ye Chen stepped into the sky above Wujian Peak, the figures of Qing Jue and others also emerged.

"How long is it until the day of Zongbi?" Ye Chen asked in a low voice, his voice falling into the wind and snow.

"There's still a month, but with the speed we are waiting for, it will only take a few days to get to Zongbi!"

"Then, move on to the next target!" Feeling the surging true qi in his body, Ye Chen said softly.

"In one month, I understand the four rules, the rules of wind, the rules of ice, the rules of fire, and the rules of thunder!" Ye Chen muttered to himself.

The road of cultivation is a long way to go, and Ye Chen knows that when he becomes the sect master of the Sword God Sect, he will be targeted by the three major halls.

Although the strength of the Spirit Martial Realm is good, there is still no strength to resist in the face of the Martial Dao Realm. The figures of Ye Chen and the others slowly blurred and disappeared into the wind and snow.

The fake Lingwu Realm challenged the Lingwu second-layer martial artist, and now Ye Chen is already the second-layer Lingwu second-layer, so the Lingwu second-layer martial artist can no longer satisfy him, and his goal is the Lingwu third-layer.

Time is extremely important to Ye Chen, no matter when, Ye Chen has never wasted a single bit of time.

Three days later, Ye Chen challenged the Snow Sword Sect's ten Lingwu Realm martial artists, four Lingwu second-layer martial artists, and the rest were all Lingwu first-level martial artists, winning ten battles and ten victories.

Five days later, Ye Chen challenged the thirteen Lingwu realm martial artists and six Lingwu second-layer martial artists in Lei Gangmen, three of which were Lingwu second-layer peaks, and the rest were Lingwu first-level martial artists, winning thirteen battles and thirteen victories.

There is no limit to the challenge, Ye Chen is still frantically challenging all around, and through these actual battles, Ye Chen has also deepened his understanding of the rules.

Coupled with the fact that Qing Jue and the others were teaching their respective experiences on the side, every day, Ye Chen's strength was growing.

Along the way, Jian Xue also knew Ye Chen's true identity, although he still had an indifferent look on his face, he couldn't calm down in his heart for a long time.

"Five generations of moon gods!" Jian Xue whispered, a very strong person! And the changes in Ye Chen in the past few days made Jian Xue feel even more frightened, especially the use of rules.

Although it was late at night, the moonlight sprinkled on the snow, reflecting a faint silver light.

The white snow dyed Luoxia City white, and in the middle of the night, the lights danced in the cold wind, and the Luoxia City in the middle of the night was undoubtedly peaceful.

The majestic palace stretched out like a coiled dragon. This is the concentration of power in the Huangfeng Kingdom, and it is also the palace where the Ye family of the imperial family is located today.

However, in the midst of this endless palace, there are still several dilapidated courtyards.

It is said to be dilapidated, only because the courtyard is in stark contrast to the surrounding palaces.

In the dilapidated courtyard, the snow was flying, and a flying figure waved the sword in his hand under the moon, and the cold sword light sprinkled like the moonlight.

In front of the flying figures, there are two lonely graves, whose snowflakes stain the pitch-black tombstones white.

His eyes were still empty, the sword in Mu Chen's hand was flying, but his eyes did not move, and he kept falling on the lonely grave.

Since Mu Ye left, Mu Chen has never closed his eyes, he has been like this, taking out his sword, putting away his sword, and constantly repeating such actions, inadvertently, it has been several years.

The snowflakes fluttered down and landed on the tip of the sword, and a sad emotion extended in the courtyard, and this sadness infected the flying snowflakes.

When the guards who came and patrolled from afar passed a few hundred meters away from the courtyard, they all involuntarily stopped, looking at the courtyard with a lonely expression, and whenever this happened, they felt sad for no reason.

The melodious sound of the piano resounded in vain, and in the quiet of the night, the sound of the piano dispelled a lot of chills.

Although the sound of the piano was flying with the shadow of the sword, Mu Chen rarely raised his head, looked at the beating figure in the room, and the shadow, a little clarity rarely appeared in his empty eyes, and he muttered softly: "Little Meng'er is not sleeping yet!"

After speaking, Mu Chen's eyes became hollow again, the sword shadow flew, and invisible fluctuations spread out in vain, hitting the snowflakes around him.

The snowflakes fluttered and turned into blooming lilacs, and in a blink of an eye, the barren courtyard was filled with white lilacs.

Quietly knocking on the tombstone, an extremely sad force extended in the entire courtyard, and even the sword in Mu Chen's hand let out a loud mournful sound.

The flying lilacs fell, and the surrounding space shattered in vain, and this terrifying spatial turbulence turned into blooming lilacs.

Among the palaces, there is a palace that is more than 500 meters high, reaching straight into the sky, like a sharp sword that goes straight into the sky.

There was a figure standing at the top of this, Ye Wen, sitting at the top, the wind and snow dyed his whole body white, after Ye Chen left, Ye Wen sat here, guarding Luoxia City, and never moved.

At this moment, Ye Wen raised his head, his eyes broke through the wind and snow, and fell in the dilapidated courtyard, looking at the strange scene, and sighed slightly: "The ultimate of affection, the extreme of sword intent, the rules of affection, the magic power of affection!"

"Who would have imagined that there is such a genius hidden in my Ye family, just a few months, soul martial to the third layer of spiritual martial arts!"

"Reach the ultimate emotional artistic conception, the only one, there is no self!" Ye Wen remembered the successive sword intent tribulations dozens of days ago.

Suddenly, Mu Chen in the courtyard stopped his figure, and his body jumped into the void silently, his eyes still staring at the majestic city wall of Luoxia City.

Holding his sword, Mu Chen took a few steps forward unhurriedly, jumped down to the opening of the city gate, and stood in the air.

There, three figures emerged, and their scent was completely integrated into this heaven and earth, the Spirit Martial Realm!

"It's snowing!" Mu Chen muttered softly, a sword stabbed out lightly, blending into a sword of affection, out of the sword, and closing the sword, not even the sword light appeared.

Snowflakes fluttered across the necks of the three people, and three pillars of blood that reached the sky gushed out wildly.

Turning around, Mu Chen's figure dissipated and reappeared in the courtyard.

At the same time, there were three more corpses outside the city gate, and no one would have thought that these three corpses would be Necromantic Martial Realm martial artists!

"Fortunately for him!" In the void, Ye Wen sighed slightly, after Ye Chen left, the sects of other empires had slowly gathered their minds to the Emperor Feng Kingdom.

Control the Ye family, control the Emperor Feng Kingdom, and replace the Sword God Sect!Ye Wen sighed again, dozens of Spirit Martial Realm martial artists had been buried under the wind and snow!.