Huang Lingtian's defeat and escape illustrated the failure of this plan to destroy the Sword God Mén, and the lords of each peak also returned to their respective peaks to distribute some aftermath matters.

At the foot of each peak, there were sword god disciples everywhere cleaning up the battlefield, blood was flowing from the pits everywhere, and the sword god disciples were helplessly covering them with soil.

The corpses of the Sword God disciples were also cleaned up from the battlefield and sent to the place where the disciples were buried, but the man in black was directly incinerated.

For a while, there was an unpleasant smell wafting everywhere from the five peaks of the Sword God, and the five peaks of the Sword God who were originally beautiful gradually became unsightly.

A heavy atmosphere spread in the hearts of the Sword God disciples, and the death of this disaster was not only their amiable and respectable master, but also the brothers and sisters who were kind-hearted, and the silent mourning was carried out in the hurried pace of everyone.

Weak ròu strong food is the theme of this world, although the world is gradually getting used to this rule, but in the face of the tragic death of a loved one, still can't suppress the sadness in the heart.

Ye Chen quietly shuttled through the crowd, quietly looking at the sword god mén disciples passing by, the miserable white moon seemed to put a light veil on this blood-soaked earth.

Maybe he saw too much and got used to it, but Ye Chen's heart calmed down, and the previous sadness also dissipated a lot.

The moon gradually became stronger, the breeze came slowly, and a slight whimpering sound echoed in the wind, blowing across the silent mountain road, blowing the strings of leaves on both sides of the swaying and swaying, and the blood stains on the leaves also fell, as if a blood rain had fallen.

The magnificent sword path in the past has now become a blood path, and holding the broken sword weapon, Ye Chen did not directly fly in the air.

Instead, like ordinary people, he walked on the sword path, looking at the collapsed tombstones and broken stone steps, and was speechless for a long time.

The snow fell again and hit Ye Chen's body, Ye Chen listened to the sound of the breeze blowing through the mountain stream anytime and anywhere, and Ye Chen's mood gradually calmed down.

There was not the slightest sound of killing in my ears, only the rustle of the breeze blowing through the sword, and the sound of snow falling to the ground.

As in the past, Ye Chen walked quietly on the sword path, feeling those weak sword intents.

A few moments later, Ye Chen sighed slightly, jumped with his feet, and his body turned into a long rainbow and jumped towards the peak of Luoxia Peak.

The Qilin Phantom was withdrawn after Emperor Ling Tian's defeat and retreat, and the sword array also stopped functioning.

With a slight touch of his feet, Ye Chen's figure slowly fell on the sword platform, the clouds and mist rolled under his feet, and the whole person seemed to be above the clouds, when he came to see Huang Wushuang in the past, Ye Chen would always see the picture of Huang Wushuang standing here, but at this moment, Ye Chen was standing here like Huang Wushuang, at this moment, Ye Chen actually felt a kind of loneliness, a kind of cold in a high place, through the clouds, Ye Chen saw the busy picture of the disciples of Luoxia Peak.

The broken sword in his hand slipped away, and the blade of the broken side was horizontal on the rock.

The sword qi was permeated on the broken sword weapon, and with his hands behind his back, Ye Chen stood on the sword platform so quietly, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he was thinking.

The snow fell on Ye Chen's head, dyeing Ye Chen's long hair white.

Jian frowned slightly, Ye Chen sighed slightly, raised his right hand slightly, and dragged the falling snow huā, a trace of helplessness appeared in his eyes.

For him, this sword god mén is just a passing stop in his life, but Huang Wushuang first paid Luo Xia Peak to him, and Ye Chen knew that he would leave this sword god mén one day.

Come with the wind, go with the wind!

"What do you want to do with Luoxia Peak, Huang Wushuang is no longer here, this Luoxia Peak has been completely entrusted to you!" the fire qilin's voice resounded.

Hearing this, Ye Chen sighed slightly and said, "I came here this time for the fourth piece of yùpei, not Luoxia Peak, although this place is good, it is not suitable for me!"

"Then how will this Luoxia Peak be treated?" said the Fire Qilin helplessly.

"Lord of Luoxia Peak, I can't afford it! If I am not the Lord of Luoxia Peak, then this will not conflict with our original plan!" Ye Chen said in a deep voice.

"If you take it, then your actions will be no different from betraying Luoxia Peak, and at that time, Luoxia Peak may become even more down!"

Hearing this, Ye Chenruo looked at the Qilin Ring with deep meaning, and muttered softly: "You seem to attach great importance to Luoxia Peak!"

Hearing this, Huo Qilin smiled faintly and said, "Because I have been here for too long, I still have some feelings more or less!"

The sound of footsteps sounded in the rear, Ye Chen did not turn around, but continued to look at the clouds below, although the figure had not arrived, Ye Chen knew that someone was coming.

A white shadow fell beside Ye Chen like the snow, and his cold eyes looked at Ye Chen's handsome side face in a complicated way.

"Yesterday and today, life has suddenly changed!" The gentle voice sounded in Ye Chen's ears, the white clothes were like snow, and under the moonlight, this beautiful shadow looked so eye-catching.

Ye Chen turned his head rarely, looked at the familiar figure in front of him with a little surprise, and said lightly: "Maybe!"

Looking at each other, neither of them moved away, and in the end, Ye Chen turned his face away and continued to look at the tumbling clouds.

The breeze blew, and the faint fragrance diffused out on the NV beside him, surrounding the tip of Ye Chen's nose, and the two of them stood so quietly and were silent for a long time.

The martial robes of the two of them blown by the cold wind made a hunting sound, and after a few breaths, Ye Chen spoke: "Li Shiyue, you said that a gust of wind was trapped in a valley, what would it become!"

It turned out that this white figure was Li Shiyue, hearing this, Li Shijian looked stunned, glanced at Ye Chen in a complicated way, and said softly: "The wind does not belong to the valley, there is where the wind should go!"

The slender and slender yù finger lifted, looking in the direction pointed by Li Shiyue, where was the vast starry sky.

"That's where the wind should go, and the wind can't be restrained, can it?" Li Shiyue smiled gracefully, perhaps only by standing beside this person could she shed such a smile.

"Yes, that is the world that belongs to the wind!" Ye Chen looked at the vast starry sky and muttered softly.

There was a brief silence between the two, and the opposite side was the hazy Xiyue Peak, and at this moment, Ye Chen only noticed that on the peak of Xiyue Peak, there was also a figure.

Sensing the change in Ye Chen's gaze, Li Shiyue sighed slightly: "That's the master!"

"It's just that Uncle Huang is no longer here!" Li Shiyue sighed: "Do you say that your disciples of Luoxia Peak like to peek at Xiyue Peak?"

Hearing this, Ye Chen just smiled faintly and said, "Maybe it's because the disciples of Xiyue Peak like to see Luoxia Peak, isn't it?"

The two looked at each other and smiled, although the two were laughing, but Li Shiyue knew that the distance between the two was getting farther and farther away, and there would be no more jiāo after the people of the two worlds met each other.

The cold wind swept up the snow all over the ground, Li Shiyue didn't say anything, took a step forward, and her body was directly submerged by those clouds.

"With the wind, the vast starry sky is where the wind should go, so where should you go? The sword god mén is not suitable for you, it is really not for you!" In the clouds and mist, Li Shiyue's voice floated out.

Looking at the figure that was fading away, Ye Chen's heart trembled, and an inexplicable emotion spread in his heart.

That figure was still familiar, but Ye Chen felt inexplicably unfamiliar.

With a slight sigh, Ye Chen didn't say anything, and continued to turn his head to look at the tumbling clouds.

The footsteps sounded again, and this time Ye Chen still didn't turn around, but instead said, "Moon Dance Demon, since you're here, why are you standing behind?"

Before the words fell, a tǐng figure emerged in the wind and snow.

With a pale face, his long hair draped over his shoulders, Moon Dance smiled freely, stepped forward, and stood behind Ye Chen.

"There is no typhoid fever in high places!" "The Moon Dance Evil opened his mouth suddenly, catching a glimpse of Ye Chen's suspicious eyes, the Moon Dance Evil smiled faintly and said, "Have you noticed the change?"

"Change?" Ye Chenjian frowned slightly, and said, "What change?"

"The Moon Terror Immortal has changed, the way he looks at you is different!" Moon Dance Demon chuckled.

Hearing this, Ye Chen didn't say anything, but continued to look at the clouds, because he knew that the Moon Dance Evil had something to say to him.

"You know what, I should call Moon Fairy my father!" Moon Dance said with a smile, but this smile was so lonely at the moment...... RO！。