The prince of the moon god, the noble son of the sword, and the proud son of the martial god!

These three people have become the new legends of the Martial God Continent, and their **, the Proud Son Party, and the Holy Son Party control many sects. http://

At least, half of the sect disciples present belonged to these three parties.

The vast floating island fell into a deathly silence, and suddenly, the heavens and the earth were darkened, and its churning clouds condensed again in the sky above the floating island.

The sky darkened so strangely, as if night had fallen.

The dark sky was as calm as before a storm, and an oppressive atmosphere permeated the floating island.

The tranquility of this decision brought inexplicable coercion to people, at least, some of the sect's disciples began to be ready to move, and they couldn't calm down and cultivate.

Breaking through the clouds, a ray of silver light appeared in vain in the sky.

In the stunned gaze of everyone, a slowly rising silver moon rose out of the clouds.

A chaotic and extremely strange silver crescent, the cold moonlight sprinkled down, hitting everyone's cheeks, falling into the depths of everyone's eyes.

At this moment, everyone felt that the moonlight was so piercing.

For a while, countless Dao True Qi fluctuations spread out in all directions, and at least most of the sect powerhouses were transporting True Qi to resist this cold moonlight.

"There is someone in the silver moon!" the slightly childish voice from before sounded again, and for a while, countless eyes were fixed on the crescent moon.

The cold moonlight filled the surroundings, and a figure slowly walked out of the silver moon, and its long hair fluttered up, blending into the moonlight, and the black silk was dyed silver.

The place where this figure stood became a heaven and earth of its own, and the white moonlight stretched the shadow of this figure for a long time.

This day, this earth, this figure, the three seem to have become a kind of eternity.

The man looked extremely young, only in his early twenties, and his evil face was a little pale in the moonlight.

The silver filaments fell slowly, but the flying silver filaments could not hide the young man's pale face, and the pair of eyes as cold as the moonlight, which looked down on the vast earth below and looked down on the common people.

This figure is like a mastery, the grasp of heaven and earth, the grasp of the common people.

Heaven and earth are chessboards, and the common people are children! When they touched the eyes that were dyed silver by the moonlight, everyone's hearts were shocked.

Qing Jue and Jue Lin were also shocked, and their silver eyes represented absolute reason, without any emotion.

In the silver moon, the figure slowly walked out, and at this moment, although most of the people present had never seen this person, they all knew who this person was, the Moon God Prince.

"Snowflakes are really beautiful, and only snowflakes are the purest existence in the world, aren't they?" the young man suddenly spoke, a wicked smile rising from the corner of his mouth, which was very cold, blending into the glorious moonlight of this moment.

"It's a pity there are no snowflakes here!" the young man shook his head slightly, raised one finger, and his slender hand guided down, also blending into the biting moonlight.

Under the cold moonlight, snowflakes fell in vain in the sky, crossing the evil and miserable white face, and the young man chuckled again: "Snowflakes are the purest existence in the world!"

For the first time, snow fell on the floating island, and the snow stained the floating island white, and the cold moonlight dyed the snow silver.

The young man walked out of the silver moon step by step, stepped on the moonlight, walked to the floating platform step by step, and sat down at the bottom of Xuanyuan Night, his eyes dyed silver closed again.

"Prince Moon God!" Qing Jue and Jue Lin whispered, they couldn't see through this young man, and they couldn't understand it either.

The three hall masters rarely opened their eyes and glanced at the Moon God Prince, and there was a hint of complexity in their eyes, not only could they not see through the Qingjue and the Absolute Forest, but Xuanyuan Ye also slowly couldn't see through this disciple he had cultivated.

The sword god Ri Gong, his face was as pale as snow, coughing from time to time, he came from the stone platform and stood behind the prince, Xuanyuan Ye didn't say anything about this.

"Sword God Sun Hammer!" Qing Jue's eyes quietly condensed, the smell of the Sun Hammer at this moment was stronger than a few months ago, and it had obviously broken through its own bottleneck, the third layer of Lingwu!

"His sword is getting more terrifying!" said Xuanwu Clan Patriarch Xuanjian rarely.

"The knife that kills people in seconds!" Jue Lin continued, "To this day, I don't have the confidence to be able to take that earth-shattering knife!"

"In the face of such a knife, no one can talk about confidence!" Qing Jue whispered, as soon as these words came out, the Fire Emperor, the patriarch of the Vermilion Bird Clan, opened his eyes rarely, glanced at the Moon God Prince and the Sun Hammer, and said lightly: "The Sun Turtle is terrible, but that person is even more terrifying!"

Hearing this, the three of them nodded in agreement, there is no vanity under the fame, and his strength is unfathomable.

At the moment when the Moon God Prince sat down, the silver moon in the void disappeared strangely, and its heaven and earth lit up again, returning to daylight, and the clouds dispersed again, but the snow was still falling.

"You can make heaven and earth lose color with a single hand, this is the strength of the crown prince!" a second-rate sect whispered, his eyes showing a hint of heat.

Not only this sect master, but the other ** members are all looking at the prince with enthusiasm, that person is their leader and their legend.

"The temperament is still like this, and it always appears in this form whenever it appears!"

"For years, you've been like this, you've been in the limelight!" a hearty chuckle rang out in the sky, breaking the silence.

The snow in the void stood still, floating strangely in mid-air, endless sword qi condensed in the void, and a slender figure emerged, stepping on a snowflake.

The light snowflakes held this figure so strangely, the sword qi stirred up ripples, and the invisible ripples spread out and fell into the void, the void shattered in vain, and the endless space turbulence gushed out, drowning the figure.

In the stunned gaze of everyone, the turbulent current fell on the figure, but the figure still stepped on the snowflakes.

"Prince, what's the matter, don't you say anything when an old friend comes?" the figure chuckled and walked out of the spatial turbulence step by step.

In the eyes of everyone, this figure is like a mist, and they can never see the true face of this figure.

Hearing this, the prince opened his eyes, glanced at this phantom faintly, shook his head, and said to himself: "The sword is noble, it's ridiculous!"

"Isn't it ridiculous?" the figure was still smiling, "Isn't the Moon God Prince also ridiculous!" The words were still hovering in the sky, but this figure appeared strangely below Murong Yu, the hall master of the Sword God Temple.

Countless eyes fell, and that figure was the most mysterious Holy Son, and it was rumored that no one had ever seen the true face of the Holy Son.

Murong Yu looked at the figure beside him helplessly, in the sense, his disciple was stronger.

"I like that guy more than you, he's cold, but he doesn't say anything that annoys me!" the figure chuckled.

Ignoring it, the Moon God Prince raised his head, looked at the void, and said lightly: "Snow should fall, not stand still in mid-air!"

Before the words fell, the snow drifted again, fluttering, and fell on the prince's slightly pale face.

At the same time, a figure came out of the endless void, he came with a sword, there was still a little blood on the sword, and when his footsteps fell, the heavens and the earth shook in vain, and the roar resounded endlessly.

Endless killing intent permeated this figure, the endless void seemed to be hell, and this man came out of the territory.

The sword disappeared strangely, and its slender sea obscured most of his face, but only half of his cheeks were enough to suffocate the nuns present, but his eyes remained closed.

This figure, facing the wind and snow, walked towards the floating platform step by step, and with each step, the heavens and the earth shook, until finally, the space was shattered in vain.

But later, when the young man stepped on the floating platform, the sound of heaven and earth dissipated, the heaven and earth no longer shook, and the whole world fell silent in vain, even the wind was quiet, and only the sound of snowflakes falling to the ground was quiet.

"Martial God Pride!" A whisper sounded in this quiet place, and with the arrival of this figure, the three legends of this era gathered on the floating island.

The Holy Son raised his head, looked at the towering figure, and chuckled: "It's still the same temperament as always, cold as ice!"

A terrifying coercion appeared in vain around the Holy Son, and at the same time, the young man known as the Martial God Proud Son turned around, his eyes still closed, and said lightly: "Compared to before, your strength is stronger!"

"Hehe, I hope you can continue to get stronger, so that you can arouse my interest, and now you can't let me use the sword!"

Hearing this, the smile at the corner of the Holy Son's mouth froze, shook his head, and said helplessly: "Your words are the same as the prince's guy, which is annoying!"

After speaking, the Holy Son stopped making a sound and sat quietly below Murong Yu.

The arrival of these three people undoubtedly caused a shock in the audience, and for a while, the sound of whispers like a tide broke the silence of the scene.

"It's a terrible three!" His gaze wandered over the three figures, and Xuan Jian took a deep breath and sighed lightly.

Je Lin's gaze swept around, and he caught a glimpse of the elite of the famous sect, and he also sighed: "It is their misfortune to be in the same era as those people, and it is also their luck!"

"Fortunately, they have witnessed the legend, and unfortunately, they will live in the shadow of these three people forever!" Hearing this, Xuanjian sighed again, this sentence was not only for the Jee Lin, but also for the Xuanwu clan behind him.

"Three?" And at this moment, Qing Jue chuckled: "This era does not only belong to those three people, but belongs to that person, this is the era that belongs to that person!"

Hearing this, Jue Lin also chuckled, indeed, this is his era, no one can replace it, the prince, the holy son, and the proud son cannot be replaced, this is the era of the moon god, the age of the moon god.

"Who?" asked Xuanjian in surprise. ！。