Blood-colored snowflakes flew, and the meaning of slaughter permeated the heavens and the earth.

The void is like a calm lake, where the snowflakes fall, ripples stir up.

Thirteen sword rainbows loomed in the wind and snow, Ye Chen's face became even paler, and his eyes also looked dull.

Blood stained his whole body, and a monstrous battle intent spread out on Ye Chen's body, and his long hair danced wildly like snow.

"My sword, slaughter countless living beings in the world! I practice martial arts to kill Lingwu, Lingwu Realm kills Soul Martial Realm, Soul Martial Realm kills Lingwu Realm, Lingwu Realm kills Martial Dao Realm!"

"My killing intent can punish the heavens and destroy the earth, kill the intent for the heaven and the earth, kill the heaven and the earth, and condense the rules!" The vitality was rapidly draining in Ye Chen's body, and Ye Chen's voice seemed even older and deeper.

"My sword, melt my killing intent!" The Qilin Sword brought up a faint sword light, and this sword light rendered the surrounding flying snow into ink.

The hair was like snow, the silver filaments fell on the flying snow like flowing water, and the breeze rolled up behind Ye Chen, forming afterimages.

"The wind is invisible, the wind has no phase, if the wind takes shape, it can tear the heavens and the earth! Heaven and earth Gangfeng, gather!" Ye Chen whispered, dozens of afterimages overlapped together, evolving Ye Chen's fourteenth sword.

The wind of Baizhang Gang, with the momentum of heaven and earth, transformed into the fourteenth sword rainbow.

"Are you going to reach the limit?" Ye Chen whispered, the blood already staining the sword body red.

"I can still use the sword, the fourteenth sword!" At this moment, Ye Chen was like an old man in the twilight, the vitality on his body was becoming more and more dispersed, and the intent of death was pervasive.

"I hold life with my left hand, death with my right palm, the reincarnation of heaven and earth is a cycle of life and death, I am in charge of killing, controlling life and death!" Ye Chen's voice became softer and softer, but this muttering voice turned into an earth-shattering sound of heaven and earth.

The two qi of life and death fill the whole world, and the upside-down wind brings up the rules of life and death, time is like water, there is always no word, and life and death are only instantaneous.

The fourteenth sword rainbow suddenly appeared, and the whole heaven and earth fell into endless darkness, and even the fluttering snow floc was dim.

In the darkness, the prince's eyes were as bright as stars, and his expression was a little solemn, looking at the fourteen sword rainbows that appeared at a glance.

The sound of roaring echoed at this moment, and these fourteen sword rainbows condensed into a sword pillar, condensing the rules that Ye Chen had comprehended in this life, the supernatural powers that he had evolved, and the ten wills.

This is undoubtedly Ye Chen's strongest offensive, a sword that he has used with all his vitality, this sword can punish the heavens, destroy the earth, and even erase the second-layer powerhouses of the martial arts.

And at this moment, the prince closed his eyes, and a sigh rang out, and immediately, an extremely terrifying aura emerged from the prince's body, and the killing intent contained in this breath was no less than Ye Chen's killing rules.

A faint light appeared in the palm of the prince's palm, and it was the broken sword that Li Ren had obtained.

"It's a killing blade that has slashed millions, if not tens of millions!"

"It's my sword, but I don't like it because it's stained with a lot of blood!"

"But the fifth generation, now you have to let me use the sword, you have the qualifications to let me use the sword!" the prince muttered to himself, although he closed his eyes, a sword rainbow appeared in his mind.

From beginning to end, the crown prince never used his sword, and in the end he only used the domain and the rules.

The moment the prince held the sword, it was as majestic as a mountain, motionless, and in the middle of the world, the fallen sword pillar could not attract his attention.

The pillar of the sword roared, and the broken sword in the prince's hand fluttered up, slashing through the void, bringing snowflakes and stabbing down in the void.

A crisp sword groan resounded, and a sword used the power of heaven and earth within ten thousand zhang, but this incomparably bland sword made the sword pillar silently extinguished.

It seems that the previous momentum is just illusory, flowers in the water, and the moon in the mirror. The sword pillar that reached the sky dissipated, but its fierce sword qi rolled out, and the fierce sword qi slashed across the prince's face, only a millimeter, and disappeared into the endless darkness behind.

A flash of brilliance appeared, and the fierce sword qi tore apart the endless darkness, and the white snow fell again, and the surrounding area was still a white world.

A sword mark appeared on the prince's face, and the eye-catching blood-red drips fell, hitting the white robe, and a plum blossom gradually spread, "Five generations, can you still use a sword?"

The snow flutters like butterflies among flowers. The prince's sword was raised, the broken sword pointed at the rolling thunder pool in front of him, and the raging thunder snakes retreated to both sides, and the churning sea of fire dissipated.

An old figure emerged from the thunder pool, and blood-colored snowflakes floated by, dyeing long hair as red as snow.

Ye Chen's face was whiter than snow, his long hair was messily draped over his shoulders, no longer dancing wildly, but hanging down.

The loss of vitality was like the passage of time, and Ye Chen looked like an old man in the twilight, and there was a dead silence in his body.

The snow flew and fell on Ye Chen's body, and Ye Chen's body was still like a sword spine, straight and not twisted.

Ye Chen's gaze was still sharp and indifferent, staring straight at the prince in the distance, the blood-stained unicorn sword in his hand emitted a weak sword groan, and at this moment, Ye Chen had reached the point where he ran out of oil and dried up.

The six sword corpses were still standing beside Ye Chenzhou, but their expressions were sluggish, and the martial arts will in their bodies was even about to dissipate.

The Qilin Sword was raised again, drawing out a few strange and beautiful sword flowers, the blood-stained tip of the sword pointed at the prince in the distance, Ye Chen's eyes were still calm and terrifying, as if the previous madness was not him, "I was defeated, I was completely defeated!"

The voice that was not sad or happy became even more hoarse, Ye Chen looked indifferent, raised his head in vain, looked at the sky filled with flying snow, and muttered: "Finally there is a crack, your domain is not without cracks!"

As Ye Chen's words fell, this white world collapsed in vain, shattering like a mirror full of cracks!

The snow was still flying, but this snow could no longer hide Ye Chen's figure and the sword in his hand.

The snow couldn't bury his eyes, and a familiar aura filled the void again.

In the void, the sword qi surged like a torrent, and at the same time, everyone also noticed that the surroundings had returned to normal again, instead of the white world before.

The blood stained the sky, and several figures fell from the sky, and there were several corpses, including the corpses of the martial artists of the Martial God Continent and the members of the princelings.

In this void, dozens of terrifying wills filled it, and at this moment, everyone raised their heads, looked towards the void with a somewhat shocked expression, and landed on the twilight figure: "Five generations?"

Although he had become extremely old, everyone present was familiar with this breath, Ye Chen's breath.

"Morning boy!" The fire unicorn that had already conjured the body of the unicorn exclaimed, and the huge body slapped down in the void, tearing apart the surrounding bird shadows, and at the moment when the white world appeared before, he was worried about Ye Chen, but he didn't expect the situation to be more serious, now Ye Chen's body is getting less and less, there is a dead silence, and the soul is even more brittle.

The phantom condensed by the wind and snow formed a sword array, and the proud son was trapped in it, and the martial robes on his body did not have a trace of wrinkles, obviously, this sword array could only temporarily trap the proud son, and did not produce any threat.

"Five generations!" the proud son whispered, his expression was also a little dignified, and the sword in his hand was raised, bringing up a brilliant sword light, shooting straight ahead.

Bang bang! The wind and snow phantom once again blocked the arrogant son, and the ten wills of the same origin and a little different wills converged together, forming an invisible shackle, blocking the pace of the arrogant son.

Chi Dusk's figure fell in the sight of Mu Chen and the others, everyone was shocked, and the fat man and Mu Chen did not hesitate to burn the power of their souls, and the breath of the two soared.

"Ye Chen!" Mu Chen whispered, his dead eyes rippled, and he was no longer so empty.

The lilacs fluttered out, and the sword light hidden among the flowers loomed, bringing a monstrous killing machine.

Flowers fly and flowers fall all over the sky, the sky can be buried, and this martial arts realm can also be buried. The fluttering petals landed on the eyebrows of a martial arts realm, and in the shocked gaze of this martial artist, an incomparably bland sword light emerged, and in an instant, endless darkness overwhelmed his mind.

On his forehead, a striking hole of blood emerged, and strands of white pulp dripped out and fell onto the flying petals.

Killing people can also be without a trace of blood, and after burning the power of the soul, Mu Chen's cultivation is extremely terrifying. The petals fell on Mu Chen's body, and Mu Chen's figure gradually turned into nothingness, and went straight to Ye Chen.

"Proud World Sword, today we are truly proud of the Nine Heavens, the blood of the Martial Dao Realm, we will also be dyed!" the fat man whispered, and the harmless smile of humans and animals gradually converged, replaced by endless killing intent.

One step into the air, two completely different wills condensed, Xiao Fat Man had a sneer on the corner of his mouth, his sword had always been drawn for Ye Chen, he hated killing, but he didn't mind killing for Ye Chen.

The sword rainbow suddenly appeared, the Aoshi Sword came out of his hand, and the figures of the Aoshi Sword and Xiao Fatzi disappeared in the wind and snow at the same time.

Pillars of blood splattered out in the wind and snow, and the blood splattered for dozens of feet, and then expanded and turned into a blood mist.

The two corpses crumbled in the void before falling into a forest of tombstones, making a loud noise and splattering the ground with ice chips.

Two long rainbows spanned hundreds of zhang, tore apart the dancing snow flocculents, and roared.

The two coercion set off a wave of space and alleviated the coercion brought by the martial arts field.

In an instant, Mu Chen and Xiao Fatzi both frowned, and Ye Chen's injuries were even more serious than he imagined.

Without any hesitation, the left hands of both of them slapped on Ye Chen's back, and the incomparably thick true qi poured into Ye Chen's body, dispelling the dead qi circling in Ye Chen's body.

The crown prince carried his back with one hand, looked at Mu Chen and Xiao Fatzi indifferently, and did not stop the actions of the two, in his opinion, Ye Chen had reached the point where he had run out of oil and dried up, and he only needed a sword to make him fall.

"Ahem!" Ye Chen coughed, his pale face became more and more pale, a trace of blood dripped down the corner of his mouth, his soul was severely damaged, most of the vitality in his body was lost, very weak, this feeling of weakness, Ye Chen hated it.

Turning around, Ye Chen smiled miserably, "I'm defeated!"

He once used the Soul Martial Realm Sword to pick hundreds of Spirit Martial Realms, and he never lost a single one.

He had killed countless martial arts realms with the Spirit Martial Realm, killed Li Ren, killed Gu Tian, and killed Murong Yu, and he had never been defeated.

has created too many legends, and after this legend, Ye Chen has paid more heartache.

But Ye Chen knew that he had been completely defeated today, even if he was a genius, a genius who had not grown up was always a weakling.

Ye Chen walked step by step towards the tombstone forest below, the wind and snow swept across the tombstone forest, and a whirring sound swayed, like the cry of a tombstone.

Stepping on the Snow Mountain, Ye Chen's figure is getting older and older, the surroundings are extremely quiet, and unconsciously, the fighting around has stopped, and Xianxu and others have rushed towards Ye Chen, even if Qianchuan Xue and Han Jian are the same.

In the eyes of everyone, Ye Chen was like an old man in the twilight, staggering towards the sunset in the west, and an inexplicable sadness permeated everyone's hearts.

"Five generations!" the sword god Hitsuko whispered, he also felt a kind of sadness, the five generations who were peerless in the past, and could wipe out the martial arts realm with a single sword, had become this old man, staggering.

This kind of desolation infected the snowflakes flying around, the snowflakes whined, and the snow fell heavier and heavier, this was a snow festival, the snow sacrifice that the prince gave to Ye Chen.

The funeral of a sword, with every step he took, the aura on Ye Chen's body weakened a little, and the hand holding the Qilin Sword also trembled slightly, the meridians were shattered, the vitality was lost, and the soul was severely damaged, and the silence filled Ye Chen's eyes.

Raising his head, Ye Chen looked at the void with a calm expression, and endless snow fell. Above the Nine Heavens, an incomparably terrifying whirlpool of life and death hovered over it.

The whirlpool of life and death is like a hideous devil, frantically tearing at the snowflakes around it.

The willow eyebrows frowned, and Qianchuan Xue's heart was filled with an inexplicable sadness, especially when her beautiful eyes touched the long hair like snow behind Ye Chen, Qianchuan Xue's heart ached faintly.

She once witnessed the legend of Ye Chen, he was young and frivolous, he practiced day and night, cultivation became his instinct, he paved the road to the strong with countless sadness, the world only knows his scenery, and sighs about his talent.

But no matter how demonic the talent is, it is only a few years, how much does it cost to reach the point where it is now?

Few people know the sadness in this, but Qianchuan Xue can appreciate it, at the top of Luoxia Peak, a lonely figure, waving a sword day and night, can only accompany him with the sword in his hand, as well as the starlight and snowflakes in the sky.

And now the snowflakes have accompanied him, and they have buried him at this moment.

Looking at the people who were close to this foot, a smile appeared at the corner of Ye Chen's mouth, this smile was very natural and gentle.

But this smile made people even more sad, and the dragon of life and death didn't even look over, "***, why can't I bear to see this guy become like this, he should be soaring above the nine heavens, not the old man in front of him!"

The divine sword was psychic, the Qilin sword trembled slightly, and a low and hoarse sword groan stirred.

Each sword has its own story, and the swordsman uses the sword in his hand to tell that story