The sword qi was almost materialized, and the air around it seemed to be condensed.

This finger contains Ye Chen's artistic conception, and for the first time, Ye Chen really used the artistic conception.

The momentum of the azure sword broke through the defense of the man in black like a bamboo, and in the shocked gaze of the man in black, it fell whirringly.

There was a sound of bones shattering, and the sound of cracking was so loud in the shrill sound of the breaking wind.

The blue sword light disappeared, replaced by the pillar of blood that rose to the sky, the pillar of blood was so scarlet and dazzling, the endless pressure in the void receded like a tide in an instant, and the man in black fell weakly towards the ice like a kite with a broken string, hitting the slush all over the ground, and for a while, the sound of the wind breaking in the sky also dissipated, as if at this moment, even the wind was still.

The night poured all over the ground like the ink that had been spilled, and the pillars of blood stained a large field of snow red like scattered red ink.

In the cold wind, the figure seemed to be blown down at any time, but the thin figure was like a mountain, always standing.

The stunned god was like a bamboo shoot after the spring rain, hissing on Li Shiyue's face, irrepressible.

The corpses all over the ground and the red luǒluǒ of the blood beach each told Li Shiyue a fact, a few seconds ago, the seemingly weak young man easily killed a hún martial arts martial artist.

Li Shiyue, who was wrapped in countless praises, couldn't help but sigh lightly, in front of this thin figure, she found that those praises in the past seemed so miserable.

"He's strong!"

With his eyes slightly raised, Ye Chen didn't glance at the corpse below, but instead glanced at Li Shiyue lightly and didn't say anything.

Ye Chen raised his eyebrows slightly, looking at a few figures in the sky, feeling the unique true qi of the Sword God Gate.

"Let's go! The person who dealt with this matter is here!" Thinking of this, Ye Chen sighed slightly, Li Shiyue glanced at the broken arm of the corpses all over the ground, nodded, and left.

At the moment when the two of them were about to leave, several sword lights fell in the air, blocking in front of Ye Chen and Li Shiyue, all of them with angry faces, drawing their swords and opposing each other.

"Who are you?" An angry voice sounded, led by a middle-aged man dressed in white, glaring at Ye Chen and the others with an angry face.

Ten villages in a row have been slaughtered, which undoubtedly angered these Sword God Sect disciples.

Hearing this, Ye Chen glanced at the middle-aged man lightly, it turned out that no matter where he was, there were always stupid and smart people, whether it was the Jade Emperor Academy, or the Jingjian Jimen where the genius gathered this day.

Ye Chen only glanced at it faintly, but the still murderous intent in his eyes made these people startled, and a cold breath passed through the bones of his feet and reached the back of his head.

The middle-aged man who asked the question earlier forgot the next words for a while, and looked at Ye Chen blankly.

Restraining the killing intent in his eyes, the fierce momentum on Ye Chen's body receded like a tide, like a weak scholar, but it was this figure that pressed down on everyone's hearts like a mountain.

Seeing this, Li Shiyue jumped beside Ye Chen and said to the middle-aged man: "Xiyue Peak Li Shiyue!"

Li Shiyue's words broke the strange atmosphere, and the middle-aged man also recognized Li Shiyue, put away his sword, and said to Li Shiyue, "What happened here?"

Hearing this, Li Shiyue shook her head slightly and said what she knew.

After Li Shiyue finished speaking, Ye Chen tied the stone sword behind him again and said to Li Shiyue, "Let's go!"

"Since this matter is discovered by you, then you can follow me back to the peak, and the elders of the Law Enforcement Hall will explain it!" Seeing Ye Chen leaving, the middle-aged man dissuaded.

Hearing this, Ye Chen glanced at the middle-aged man lightly, took out the sword sticker from his arms and shook it at a few people, and then left calmly.

Looking at the few people who were almost petrified, Li Shiyue smiled gracefully, this sword god gate has a rule, blocking the person who sends the sword sticker, die!

The crisp laughter disappeared into the sky, and the middle-aged man reacted and muttered softly, "It turned out to be a sword sticker, but which peak does that young man belong to?"

"Could it be Luo Xia Peak, that young man's eyes are extremely terrifying!" Shaking his head slightly, the middle-aged man had to arrange for the disciples behind him to deal with the aftermath.

The two figures crossed the sky like a rainbow, as if the killing had not stopped, every few miles, Ye Chen and Ge Shiyue found the slaughtered village, looking at the bloody scene, Li Shiyue's face also appeared with murderous intent.

In the two villages in succession, Ye Chen and Li Shiyue killed two more groups of black-clothed people, but they did not encounter the powerhouses of the fake hún martial realm.

At this moment, Li Shiyue more or less understood Ye Chen's words: "Kill to stop killing!"

Everyone has their own persistence, their own beliefs, their own beliefs, and nevertheless,

Li Shiyue still adheres to her original beliefs.

The night coiled over the earth like a hideous devil, and the killing seemed to be the theme of the night, endless killing.

In a mountain range on the edge of the Sword God Mountain Range, a massacre was going on, and although it was hindered, it could not hide the fact of the massacre.

In the roaring cold wind, Moonmark's figure stood proudly, his snow-like white clothes in stark contrast to the blood pool on the ground.

Behind the moon scar stood a young man whose temperament was no less than that of the moon mark, the young man's whole person was faintly full of majestic power, and the blood-dripping long sword in his hand was even more chilling.

Leng Qianfeng, the chief disciple of Chaoyang Peak, his cultivation has reached the point of transcendence, and this time he is the one who sends the sword sticker on behalf of Chaoyang Peak.

And beside the young man also stood a Qingdong, this young man was dressed in a black robe, his appearance was ordinary, with a sword in one hand and a wine jug in the other, and his eyes were lazy.

This lazy young man is named Bu Jingxian, the chief disciple of Xingchen Peak, and he is also the person sent by Xingchen Peak to deliver the sword sticker this time.

Moon Scar, Leng Qianfeng, and Xue Jingxian were originally waiting for the people from Sunset Peak and Luoxia Peak in the mountain pavilion thousands of meters away from this village, but a few moments ago, the piercing screams alarmed the three of them.

When the three of them arrived here, they witnessed a massacre, in which a man in black wielded a sharp blade in his hand and snatched away countless unarmed old men, 1 Bu Zi.

On the uneven rocks, several pools of blood emerged, and along the mountain, the surrounding snow mixed with blood flowed into them.

The daily necessities that the Sword God Gate needs on weekdays are provided by these villagers, and to a certain extent, the Sword God Gate has the obligation to protect these villagers, and the scene in front of them undoubtedly angered the Dan people.

The strength of the three of them was enough to reverse the situation, but unexpectedly, in the end, several black-robed old men with terrifying cultivation were killed, and these black-robed old men all wore a silver mask on their faces, and under the moonlight, the sword weapon with a cold light looked so eye-catching. The screams around them converged into a sea, intertwined with the roaring cold wind, no matter the sound of the wind or the screams, it could not hide the killing tonight.

Catching a glimpse of the long hair falling from his eyes, the moon scar looked solemnly at the four black-robed old men in front of him, especially the momentum that permeated the four people made his heart palpitate.

"Senior Brother Qianfeng, Senior Brother Amazing Immortal, I'll hold two of them in a while, and you guys will quickly solve your respective opponents!" Turning his back to Leng Qianfeng and the others, Moon Scar said solemnly.

The four black-robed old men in front of him were all fake hún martial arts realm martial artists, especially the extremely ruthless swordsmanship of the four people had to be wary.

Previously, Moon Scar was careless, so he received a palm from one of the black-robed old men, suppressing the blood qi tumbling in front of Xiōng, and Moon Scar's body shot out in vain.

The seven-foot Qingfeng turned into a sharp weapon that could split everything in the world in the hands of the moon scar, as the son of the master, the sword skills mastered by the moon scar were all terrifying, but when facing the combined attack of the two black-robed old men, these martial arts seemed so white.

Seeing the moon mark move, the long sword glowing with cold intent in Leng Qianfeng's hand also waved it, meeting a black-robed old man.

Only Bu Jingxian didn't make a move for a long time, and took a sip of wine at will, and Bu Jingxian's terrifying momentum tightly locked the last old man.

Previously, the three of them were four black-robed old men who fell into the upper hand in a joint attack, but now the plan is to break through one by one, the wine jug slipped from his hands, and his eyes became extremely fierce.

Hiss! Instantly out of the sword, step frightened immortal figure [jī] shot out, for a while, in this village like hell on earth, the sword shadow is all over the sky, the sword aura is terrifying!@.