The reincarnation of life and death!

The crescent moon is like a bow, stretching across the sky, and the cold moonlight is sprinkled like flowing water.

A huge yin-yang fish appeared in the sky, and its unicorn sword was inserted in the yin-yang fish, and endless sword qi permeated it.

Ye Chen's figure stood in the silver moon, and under the backdrop of the silver moon, Ye Chen's figure loomed, a little hazy.

However, it is this figure that gives people a kind of barren loneliness, and in the desolate years, only the endless years accompany him.

Xuanyuan Ye stood up for the first time, looked at the hazy figure with a solemn expression, and whispered, "Four generations!"

With white hair like frost and white clothes like snow, Murong Yu also stood up, at this moment, his eyes seemed to see through time and space, and he saw the figure standing in the long river of history.

The wind and rain of thousands of years have faded away the prosperity of the glaze, and the barren sword intent of the four generations has been precipitated.

Huang Pu also stood up, and on Ye Chen's back, he saw the figure of the four generations, the figure that was engraved in the long river of history.

The moon was cold, condensed into frost, and the miserable white crescent moon hooked the past, making this loneliness melt into the night sky, the night sky that lasted forever.

Ye Chen's expression was calm, and there was no emotion in his dark pupils, but there was an aura of vicissitudes on his body, which was like coming from the eternal night sky, witnessing the changes of countless mountains and rivers.

The wind blew the moonlight, and blew snowflakes like frost! The moon was like frost, and the snow was like flowers, and the snow fell into the dead air, blooming into the loneliness of the world.

The dead qi flowed in Ye Chen's fingertips, Ye Chen's hand reached out of the moonlight, held the falling snowflakes, and whispered: "Four generations of life and death reincarnation!"

"That dream is like a lonely lamp, illuminating a lonely journey, telling the story of a sword with that peerless loneliness!" Ye Chen whispered: "To this day, I still remember the laughter of the four generations, but after that laughter is gone with Yueqin Yun, there will be no more!"

"The continent without the rhyme of the moon qin is like an empty city, and that lonely sword guards that prosperous empty city!" When Ye Chen whispered, the cold moonlight tore apart the boundless darkness.

"To be able to exert his supernatural powers to this point, at least, he has not lost four generations of supernatural powers!"

The flowing moonlight shrouded the world, and he didn't raise his head and look directly at the figure in the silver moon, he knew that if he continued, then his fighting spirit would be dispelled by the moonlight.

"How strange is the supernatural power in the world, in the name of my will, suppress!" The vicissitudes of life and loneliness also spread in Buxing's heart, and at this moment, Wucun stepped out with a sword again. 【For more martial arts, please enter】

Stepping on the cold moonlight, the will of the martial arts permeated out! Ten percent of the martial will suppressed all things in the world, including the supernatural powers in front of them.

First, the rules evolved into the sword shadow supernatural power, and this time, it does not exist to evolve into the sword shadow with the will of the martial arts!

He took several steps one after another, and each step shattered the moonlight, and an illusion of the martial will that penetrated heaven and earth appeared in the void.

Without holding a sword, the will of the martial arts erupted wildly, suppressing the heaven and earth within a radius of several miles, and also suppressing the sword intent within a radius of several miles.

At least those Soul Martial Realm martial artists felt inexplicably depressed at this moment, and their hearts were shaken, and they had to use their true qi to resist this coercion.

"In the name of my sword, melt my will, suppress!" Bu Cun said coldly, the shadow of the martial arts sword melted into the long sword, the long sword was raised, the heavens and the earth resounded, and at the moment when Bu Cun appeared in the sky above Ye Chen, the long sword in Bu Cun's hand fell with a bang.

But at this moment, the blankness in Ye Chen's eyes dissipated, and his gaze looked at it calmly.

In this gaze, the sword in his hand trembled in vain, and through those dark pupils, he saw an endless sea of blood and a roaring soul.

"The cycle of life and death!" Ye Chen whispered, his voice was very soft, for fear of shattering this watery moonlight.

But at the moment when this voice sounded, it reverberated out, echoing in the depths of the immortal soul.

"Do you know reincarnation, reincarnation for thousands of lifetimes, you in this life are only the past life in the next life, and you see you in the previous life!" Ye Chen's voice melted into the immortal soul like the sound of heaven and earth.

The sword finger was raised, and Ye Chen's right finger fell gently into the moonlight, and the silver moon behind him was in vain into the yin and yang fish.

And the yin and yang fish appeared out of thin air above the immortal, and the diffuse moonlight fell into the immortal eyes, dispelling the martial will.

And it is this gentle moonlight, in which the absent mind sinks in vain.

The thin snowflakes fell into the moonlight, and fell on the longsword that did not exist, and the longsword shook in vain.

However, the figure that shot out of it stopped in vain, and its eyes looked at the rotating yin and yang fish in front of him with a slightly blank look.

Bang bang! The shadow of the martial arts sword fell on the yin and yang fish, turning into nothingness in vain, and there was a little struggle in his eyes.

One glance is reincarnation for a thousand lifetimes, and this glance, he does not exist to see the past life, the previous life, the next life, the next life, the reincarnation of a thousand lifetimes, and his soul is getting weaker and weaker.

In this thousand reincarnations, he is sometimes the emperor of the empire, sometimes he is just a down-and-out talent, sometimes he is a young woman who died unjustly, and sometimes he is an old man living on the streets.

Until the end, Bu Cun saw an old man in the twilight, walking towards the twilight of the twilight, and the reincarnation ended like this.

"It's just, who am I!" The confusion in his eyes became deeper and deeper, and his unexistent mind had sunk.

"Who the hell am I!" Bu Cun whispered again, the sword in his hand hanging limply and landing on the platform.

The sword qi like a tide disappeared, and in an instant, the long hair that was full of white hair turned white in vain, and the white hair was like snow, fluttering with the wind, floating with the dazedness of the old world, and the sadness of a thousand lifetimes.

The cold moonlight dissipated, and the yin and yang fish still swirled, and finally turned into a streamer and submerged into Ye Chen's moon god imprint, and the boundless darkness receded like a tide.

The morning sun jumped down in the sky again, and the soft sunlight sprinkled out, and this sunlight brought warmth to everyone for a long time.

But this sunshine fell into the eyes of the non-existent, and the non-existent became more and more crazy.

"Who the hell am I?" It is as if he is asking the heavens, the earth, the people in front of him, or himself.

"Who the hell am I?" Bu Cun roared in the sky, and with the roar of Immortal, the space around him shattered in vain, and the turbulent flow fell on Bu Cun, and in an instant, blood flew away.

Eye-catching sword marks appeared on Bucun's body, but the heart-rending pain couldn't stop Bucun from continuing to roar: "Who the hell am I?"

Step through the turbulence of space. There was no madness, and his body staggered towards Fengzong Island, roaring continuously, rushing to the east where the rising sun was.

The flying white hair dissipated into the sunlight, and looking at the figure that was fading away, the audience fell into a deathly silence in vain.

"Who the hell am I?" The remaining voice still hovered in the sky, and the sound made the scene even more silent.

"What kind of supernatural power is this!" countless martial artists were muttering softly, they had been cultivating for decades, cultivating for hundreds of years, but they had never encountered such a strange supernatural power.

"What the hell did he see in that glance, a martial arts realm martial artist was so crazy, he became a madman!" a first-class sect master whispered, his eyes full of horror.

Everyone looked at Ye Chen's eyes with an unprecedented horror and shock, even the elders and sect masters of those first-class sects, and the elders of the three major halls.

Turning a martial arts realm martial artist into a madman with supernatural powers is something that has never been done before.

Under the martial arts, they are all ants, is this sentence correct? At this time, the people who had previously concluded that Ye Chen would be defeated began to question this sentence.

The Holy Son stood on the steps of the sect, his eyes were like electricity, staring straight at the figure in the void, and the smile in his eyes had dissipated at some point.

For the first time, the Holy Son had a trace of jealousy towards Ye Chen, and in the face of the moonlight like water, he also felt palpitations, is this the four generations of supernatural powers?

The disciples of the Divine Sword Villa finally reacted, and the sword light jumped into the sky, chasing them in the direction of the immortal departure.

The old man, who was the sect judge, sighed slightly, looked at the direction of the departure with deep meaning, and said slowly: "The Divine Sword Villa challenges the Sword God Gate, and the Divine Sword Villa challenges the Divine Sword Sect!"

The sound hovered in the sky like the sound of heaven and earth, breaking the silence of the scene.

It wasn't until this voice sounded that everyone realized that the Divine Sword Villa had failed to advance, and the martial arts realm powerhouse had been defeated in the hands of a spirit martial arts realm youth.

For a while, most of the eyes that looked at Ye Chen showed awe.

Witnessing the cycle of life and death, Xuanyuan Ye sighed in a low voice, his eyes fell on the back of the white-clothed Shengxue, and he became more and more unable to see through this young five generations, which was unfathomable.

The same is true for Murong Yu and Huang Pu, although the two of them have tried their best to overestimate Ye Chen before, but now, it seems that they still underestimate Ye Chen's strength, his mystery.

"Three days ago, this supernatural power was definitely not like this, and after three days, there has been such a change, what has he experienced in these three days!" the Holy Son whispered, his eyes showing a rare solemnity.

Tai Yanzi chuckled, his smile was still so evil, "It's funny!" Saying this, Tai Yanzi raised his head and glanced at the Holy Son, "In this way, the less energy he has to focus on the Holy Son Party!"

Ye Muwan looked at Ye Chen's figure, her beautiful eyes were also shocked, although he had believed that Ye Chen would win, but she didn't expect Ye Chen to be so strong, but the corners of her mouth still involuntarily pulled a smile.

This is him, no matter when, no one can understand him, he is him, the legend of the Ye family.

Ye Muwan glanced at Qin Wuyang, who was beside her with a dull face, just smiled faintly and didn't say anything.

It's just that this smile made Qin Wuyang a little bitter, that person has always been so unexpected, Zongbi three days ago was like this, and it is like this today.

Perhaps after today, the people on the Martial God Continent will once again remember the name Sword God Gate that has been submerged by time.

I will also remember the Sword God Sect Sect Master called the Five Generations Moon God, Ye Chen!

And Ye Chen, who made this feat, closed his eyes slightly, and the snowflakes fell, dyeing his long hair white......