In this sword light, Ye Muwan saw a shadow, the sunset peak filled with silver moonlight, and in the wind and snow, a shadow sat quietly on the mountain rock and stroked the qin. http://

"Shiyue!" Ye Muwan smiled miserably: "You left, but you left a mark in his heart!"

"Few people can leave a mark on their hearts, but you did it!" Ye Muwan whispered, and there was a hint of envy in her tone.

The extremely bright sword light, at this moment, everyone seemed to hear a melodious sound of the piano in this sword light, the sound of the piano from the depths of the soul.

"Thank you for accompanying me through those countless boring nights, thank you for the sound of the piano to melt the ice-like loneliness, and I am also used to the figure on the peak of the setting moon!"

"This sword, for you, Li Shiyue!" After the bright sword light dissipated, an embarrassed figure emerged in the wind, and the figure retreated a few steps backwards, and each step of withdrawal must have left a blood mark on the snow.

Raising his head, such a Spirit Martial Realm martial artist looked helplessly at the flying wind and snow, and smiled slightly: "I'm defeated!"

In the flying snowflakes, Ye Chen's figure emerged, and there was a touch of red on the Qiphosphine Sword.

"Admit it!" Ye Chen said lightly, his dark eyes didn't know whether it seeped into the cold moonlight, or reflected the lonely starlight, and a trace of sadness flowed out.

It's just that this moonlight and starlight belong to the starry sky of the past, and the memories buried in time grow wildly in the depths of the soul.

"That sword is very sad, I saw a shadow!" "What kind of woman is that, her shadow has been integrated into your sword intent." ”

"The scarlet tears of the woman who once left blood and tears here for me. Ye Chen pointed to ** Huan and said lightly.

As he spoke, Ye Chen closed his eyes again, until Ye Chen opened his eyes, there was no trace of sadness in Ye Chen's dark eyes, and he was as indifferent as ever.

"So I lost, because the snowflakes were infected by that sword intent. Smiling and dragging his sword, the warrior walked into the snow and disappeared at the end of the mountain road, no one knowing where he had gone.

But Jian Yu knew that he had gone to a far away place, where there was a shadow waiting for him.

The seventh Lingwu Realm martial artist was defeated, this was the first Lingwu Realm second-layer martial artist to be defeated in Ye Chen's hands today.

This is his self-confidence, the self-confidence that no one understands, can be said to be persistent. Quietly curling her eyes and the corners of her mouth, Ye Muwan chuckled.

"I'm looking forward to it more and more, his sword!" Jian Yu whispered, a battle intent permeated his heart, but Jian Yu suppressed this battle intent.

"Go on!" Picking up the Qilin Sword, Ye Chen said lightly, and the snowflakes fell on him obliquely.

The eighth Lingwu Realm martial artist came out with a sword, and his body melted into the wind, so the rules of the wind that the Lingwu Realm martial artist perceived.

Dozens of Gangfeng roared around, the sword intent was permeated, and these Gangfeng suddenly formed a Gangfeng giant sword, indirectly slashing towards Ye Chen, "Wind God Finger!" As soon as the guide came out, his finger shadow extended out, and each of Ye Chen's fingers fell on the Gangfeng Giant Sword, and the Gangfeng Giant Sword shattered.

However, the shattered Gangfeng Giant Sword condensed into a small sword shadow again, and it was only a momentary effort, and Ye Chen's surroundings were already covered with sword shadows, and there was no way out.

"Sword intent condenses, slash!" The sword intent condensed on the sword shadow, and the figure of this Spirit Martial Realm martial artist appeared in vain, and a sword was raised, and a brilliant sword light shot out.

"Reincarnation!" Ye Chen muttered softly, the endless reincarnation flames spread around him, and the reincarnation flames containing sword intent became more and more terrifying, destroying the sword shadows around him.

At the same time, Ye Chen's sword was raised, and the Qilin Sword shot out, "Hundred Steps Flying Sword!"

Only a hundred steps is enough, within a hundred steps, I am invincible! Within a hundred steps, I control, when Ye Chen jumped out of the seventy-fourth step, he held the Qi Phosphine Sword.

When the ninetieth step came, the sword intent burst out, and at the ninety-ninth step, the sword intent was completely condensed, and in the hundredth step, Ye Chen stabbed out with a sword, a sword that had no remaining strength.

This is not just the three generations of Hundred Steps Flying Sword, after evolution, this sword seems to have become Ye Chen's own Hundred Steps Flying Sword, and the broken spatial turbulence drowned the afterimage left by Ye Chen.

The two sword lights collided in vain, and in an instant, a dazzling sword light burst out, and at the same time, the two figures quickly fell backwards.

The space shattered and poured out like a tide in all directions at the place of confrontation, and the snowflakes around were pulled and rushed towards that place, and finally disappeared into the dark spatial turbulence.

As soon as Jian Yu directed, these shattered spatial turbulence turned into nothingness.

The two figures fell like snowflakes in the wind and retreated a few steps backwards.

It was just a sword, and everyone didn't see who won and who lost, at least in their opinion, the smell of the two was still very strong.

The snowflakes fell on the Qilin Sword, Ye Chen raised his head and looked at the figure in front of him, and muttered softly: "Within a hundred steps, I am invincible, this sword is enough to cut all the rules, I am convinced!"

Before the words fell, the cold wind swept by, and the figure swayed, and then, this Spirit Martial Realm martial artist looked helplessly at a bloody hole in his chest, if the other party wanted to kill him, that sword was enough to pierce his heart.

"I'm defeated!" the Spirit Martial Realm martial artist chuckled, and at this moment, he breathed a sigh of relief, turned around, and walked back to where he was.

Being able to face their own failures and admit their failures is precisely because of this that they can come to the Lingwu Realm today.

The reincarnation trick was opened, and endless spiritual energy poured into Ye Chen's body, Ye Chen did not stop, but continued to fight: "Go on!"

The ninth Spirit Martial Realm martial artist indirectly jumped into the void, looked down at Ye Chen below, and said lightly: "I like the sky, so my sword also belongs to the sky!"

"The sword sky is still like that, it hasn't changed at all, it belongs to the sword of the sky!" Jian Yu chuckled, his eyes condensed on the figure in the void, Sword Sky, the genius of the sword character of ten thousand feathers.

Ye Chen didn't say anything, his right foot was raised, and a gust of wind appeared under his feet, lifting Ye Chen into the void.

"My sword is like the falling star, after all, it cuts across the sky, this is a kind of helplessness!" a trace of bitterness appeared at the corner of Jiankong's mouth, "But that will be my strongest sword!"

"Jiankong!" Jiankong chuckled, his figure stepped out, blending into the sword light, his sword disappeared and merged into this piece of heaven and earth, however, Ye Chen knew that Jiankong's sword was very fast, and his speed had surpassed the limit and merged into this sky.

"Your sword pursues the limit of speed, and even surpasses the limit, and the same is true of my sword, and I am not 100% confident in taking it in the face of this sword!"

"However, as long as you interrupt this sword, the sword will change its taste!" Black and white qi circulated in Ye Chen's pupils, Ye Chen just looked at the void in front of him, and the invisible fluctuations spread out and hit the void.

"Life and death are eternal!" Ye Chen chuckled, and at the same time, a brilliant sword light appeared in the void, this is the sword of the sword sky.

First the sword, then the figure of the sword sky! Ye Chen raised his sword, a sword stabbed out, an extremely terrifying sword, only this sword light was left between heaven and earth, a sword that exceeded the speed limit, Ye Chen's sword also disappeared in the void.

The Rain Sword Technique not only contains Ye Chen's sword intent and killing intent, but also contains the rules of the wind that Ye Chen comprehended.

Bang bang! A metallic clash sounded, Ye Chen's sword broke through the sword space, and at the same time, the tip of the Qi Phosphine Sword stayed at the neck of the sword space, and the pervasive sword qi brought a trace of coldness to the sword space.

Looking at the sword that was close to this foot, Jian Kong suddenly smiled: "Today, my sword has not fallen into the sky, but I am satisfied to be able to see your sword!"

Closing his eyes, there was only this sword left in Jiankong's mind, and he knew that the bottleneck that had trapped him for several years had loosened somewhat.

made a sword salute at Ye Chen, and the sword sky turned and left, like a drifting cloud in the sky, and the defeat was so indifferent.

"Go on!" Ye Chen glanced at a sword mark on his chest and said lightly, the sword in the sword sky before also hurt him.

The next Spirit Martial Realm martial artists are also getting stronger and stronger, although Ye Chen was able to defeat them, but he also paid a certain price.

After Ye Chen defeated the twelfth Spirit Martial Realm martial artist, Ye Chen's snow-like white clothes were shattered, and his upper body was exposed, his upper body was covered with sword marks, and blood dripped, indirectly frozen.

Raising his head, Ye Chen's gaze fell on the last Spirit Martial Realm martial artist, slanting feathers.

For the first time, the battle intent burst out on Ye Chen's body, Ye Chen held his sword, stepped out, and said coldly: "The last battle!"