Chapter 222: A Hero's Elegy (II)

Chapter 222: A Hero's Elegy (II)

Looking at the sky silently, a call before death was obviously so clear at this time, but so powerless.

Ye Wen, who practiced martial arts at the age of four, awakened his blood at the age of nine, how amazing this talent is

However, that high-spirited powerhouse seemed to be late at the moment, and what appeared in his eyes was the high-spirited picture of the Dang family, but the figures of Ye Chen, Ye Muwan and others.

His consciousness gradually blurred, and his body suddenly fell downward, and the mountain wind blew Ye Wen's face red, but Ye Wen didn't know it.

At this moment, the melodious sound of the piano seemed to sound in Ye Wen's ears, and on the bank of the West Lake, memories surged into Ye Wen's heart like flowing water:

On the bank of the West Lake, a nv in a white sè palace skirt sits on the qin, and the lotus huā is in full bloom.

The slender yù finger plucked the strings, the strings swayed, the melodious sound of the piano floated out, and on the wooden boat on the West Lake, a slender figure stood proudly.

At that time, he was full of spirits, scolded Fang Xuan, pointed out the country, talked and laughed, and the tree was in ashes.

At that time, she was in her prime, Chu Chu was moving, a smile fell into the city, and between laughter, the city fell into the country.

That night, he and her fate were woven together, and this encounter came dazzlingly and unexpectedly. But she never opened the chún, yet he did not leave enough. Because she is just a singer on the shore of the West Lake, and he is the head of the Luoxia City family. She never kept her, he never stayed together, she was humble, he was famous, he never shed tears, only that light smile.

She is always smiling, sitting on the bank of the West Lake, stroking the piano day and night, tranquil and lonely, like a blooming green lotus.

The drizzle wet clothes can't be seen, and she is silent when she is his drizzle, he is her falling huā, so, she gave birth to a son and died, so, he is like a day in the face of the Yiren picture scroll gloomy, she is the singer of the Fuqin on the bank of the West Lake, he is the famous Ye Wen, the head of the family, on the bank of the West Lake, still floating with a song.

He held that son, returned to the family, overrode public opinion, recognized the son and returned to the sect, he cultivated that son at any cost, until three years ago, that year, Ye Chen's bloodline did not awaken and became a waste.

The foreign enemy is on the side, the family is in danger, the sword tomb is opened, the family is facing opportunities and challenges, and while facing opportunities, it is also facing the danger of extinction.

He deliberately stayed away from Ye Chen, so that Ye Chen was desperate for the family, and had no nostalgia, he married Ye Chen and the Liu family, and joined the Liu family as a son-in-law, just so that when the family encountered the danger of extinction, Ye Chen could escape, making him desperate for the family, just so that Ye Chen did not have the idea of revenge against the family, however, Ye Chen's rise made him feel contradictory, and he was happy and worried at the same time.

At that time, he hoped that Ye Chen would live an ordinary life, therefore, he warned Ye Chenxiu to get involved in the position of the head of the family, the Liu family humiliated Ye Chen three times and twice, he could ignore the interests of the family and resolutely destroy the two families, at that moment, Ye Chen's rise was beyond his resoluteness.

At that time, he had to respect Ye Chen's choice, even if he brought Ye Chen to the Waste Domain, he agreed to respect Ye Chen's request, this time the Waste Domain would die, he still came, eradicating the enemy, one of them to protect the family, the second to protect Ye Chen, and the third to bring the rising father to the family, at this moment, he couldn't help but be confused, he really had been a good father and a good family master.

A line of blood slid down, passed through the already cold cheeks, and condensed into crystal droplets, devouring the memories of the past bit by bit.

In the end, Ye Wen's eyes closed weakly, his consciousness gradually dissipated, and he fell under the Broken Sword Peak, the cloud and mist drowned out his figure, the wind was still blowing, there were several cold corpses left on the Broken Sword Peak, and the starlight was still flashing in the sky above the Broken Sword Peak, everything was as before, the silence of the entire Broken Sword Peak was terrifying, and there was no roar of the demonic beasts.

His eyes darkened, as if he was blind, and Ye Chen felt as if his feet were stepping on the ground again.

His eyes opened with great difficulty, and above his head was a bloody sky, and from a distance, the whole sky was bloody.

Not only the whole sky is bloody, but even the earth under your feet is bloody, and even the surrounding stones and woods are bloody, as if this is the world of blood.

At the same time, what surprised Ye Chen was that the crescent moon in the sky, the red moon, was so weird, in this dead and quiet area, the moonlight was so pale.

"This is the Sword Tomb?" A slightly surprised voice suddenly sounded, Ye Chen suddenly grasped the Qilin Sword in his right hand, and swung it backwards, and the person behind him was split in half before he could scream.

Ye Chen fixed his eyes, it was a man in black, it was one of the men in black he saw just now, looking at the man in black, Ye Chen's eyes showed a hint of contemplation:" Just now Ye Chen and I passed through the Sword Tomb, obviously the place where I am now is the Sword Tomb, but this place is too different from what I expected, obviously when I entered the Sword Tomb, Mu Chen and I were separated, and Qianchuan Xue was the first to enter the Sword Tomb, and now there is no whereabout, and the black-clothed man in front of him is enough to show that those black-clothed people have also entered the Sword Tomb, so did Ye Wen enter the Sword Tomb? And who did the shouting before entering the Sword Tomb come from, just one drink will kill Qin Lao, and his strength must be terrifying." Silently raising his head and looking at the crescent moon, Ye Chen couldn't help but feel an inexplicable sadness.

"I hope you can escape" Ye Chen sighed inexplicably, for Ye Wen, he never had love, let alone hatred.

His eyes were slightly raised, and there was a thick blood qi all around, and with Ye Chen's eyesight, he could only see that he was a hundred meters and ten meters away, and the rest were all blood red.

Ye Chen had long been accustomed to the pungent smell of blood around him, and his figure was floating, but an inexplicable force came to his body, and he couldn't move for half a minute, after trying a few times, Ye Chen couldn't help but give up, obviously he couldn't fly in the air in this weird place, jumping over the blood tree next to him, the surrounding desolation was terrifying, like a desert.

"Is this really the Sword Tomb?" Ye Chen's figure jumped from the treetops, holding the Qilin Sword in his right hand, the jīng god was concentrated at the moment, in this unfamiliar environment, it was possible to die just because of this release, Ye Chen was deeply aware of this, his right foot stepped on the ground, and his right foot inadvertently fell into the sand, but he did not sink deeply.

As Ye Chen saw, this place was like a desert, but this sand was not yellow, but bloody, as if it was dyed like this.

The wind blew gently, rolling up the blood and sand on the surface, Bai Sensen's bones emerged, and the sound of metal colliding suddenly sounded, followed by the earth-shattering sound of killing.

The sound of killing came strangely, it went weirdly, the wind swept by, and there was a dead place all around, with bones all over the place, and suddenly Ye Chen also felt a tingling of his scalp when he saw this, this sword tomb was really weird.

"The Dan yào of the mountain, the endless martial arts, the sword weapons all over the ground?" At this moment, looking at the bones all over the ground, Ye Chen couldn't help but sound the description of this sword tomb in the world, and couldn't help but feel a burst of ridicule, this is the bones all over the ground, looking at the bones here from a distance, there are at least tens of thousands of bones here, it seems that he is extremely sensitive, his eyes paused slightly on the unicorn ring for a few seconds, and he muttered in his heart: "If this is the sword tomb, then why does Xiǎo Huo want me to come to this Qilin ring, what is the secret of this mysterious sword tomb?"

The sword eyebrows furrowed slightly, and Ye Chen could feel that the blood qi around him was eroding his body at the moment, constantly devouring the true qi outside his body.

Moreover, here, Ye Chen actually couldn't feel the familiar aura of heaven and earth, as soon as his right foot came to the stage, he suddenly stopped in mid-air, Ye Chen's eyes looked at the front vigilantly, and a figure appeared there, followed by a scolding voice: "It's really unlucky, is this the Sword Tomb!nǎinǎi, this is really a place for the dead."

The blood was permeated, and the figure became clearer and clearer in Ye Chen's eyes, even though he had not heard of this voice, Ye Chen could also guess the identity of the owner of this voice.

In an instant, Ye Chen's whole person's breath was fully collected, his body slowly squatted down, clinging to these bones, his right hand tightly held the Qilin Sword, his eyes were staring at the figure walking towards him, a trace of chill flashed in his dark eyes, and he waited for the arrival of that figure in such silence, fifteen meters, ten meters, eight meters, six meters