The fierce aura receded on Ye Chen's body, and at this moment, Ye Chen seemed to return to his roots, with a light and elegant expression, who would have thought that the man in front of him had destroyed several Hún Martial Realm martial artists with a single sword.

With his eyes slightly lowered, Ye Chen looked down at the long sword path, where hundreds of brand-new stone tablets had been re-erected.

The atmosphere of sadness seemed to infect the air around him, and when he raised his head, Ye Chen sighed slightly: "The dead will never be able to pay attention to the sadness that the living can't dissolve in their hearts!"

Ye Chen's figure fell on the peak as lightly as a Hongmáo, looked around, noticed the respectful sè in the eyes of the disciples around him, and couldn't help but smile and said, "You don't need to be so restrained, be natural!"

"Participate in the peak master!" hundreds of disciples bowed and saluted, their eyes naturally fell on Ye Chen, as his reputation rose, Ye Chen's appearance was already known to everyone, this peak master also came from the heart, the previous battle was enough to conquer these Luoxia Peak disciples.

Hearing this, Ye Chen smiled helplessly, feeling the heartfelt admiration of the people around him, and the helplessness in Ye Chen's heart became even stronger.

"It seems that it is more and more inseparable from this Luoxia Peak!" Ye Chen said secretly, originally thinking that someone would stand up against him as the peak master of Luoxia Peak, but it backfired.

Up to now, Ye Chen's reputation is known to everyone in the Sword God, no one knows it, and after being inquired by good deeds, Ye Chen's past has gradually become known to everyone.

It has only been a few months since he entered the Sword God Mén, and with his understanding of the way of the sword, he impressed the chief examiner, and even caused the competition of the four peak masters.

In particular, Ye Chen's strolling in the way of the sword with a stone sword on his back is well known in the Sword God Mén.

However, 1 These are not the most shocking 1 In the previous battle, he slaughtered hundreds of Qi Martial Realm martial artists alone, and wiped out several Hún Martial Realm martial artists with a single sword, but Ye Chen was only the age of a weak crown.

When facing Ye Chen, even the older generation of disciples of Luo Xia Peak were in admiration.

Holding his sword, Ye Chen bowed to the two old men who were playing chess at the beginning and said, "Senior, I don't know how the aftermath was handled this time!"

Hearing this, the two old men both smiled and said, "This matter has been dealt with!"

Hearing this, Ye Chen also smiled, and then, Ye Chen discussed some things with the two of them before Ye Chen left.

Under Ye Chen's persuasion, everyone gradually let go, without the previous restraints, the cultivation of cultivation, and the practice of swords.

After listening to the reports of the two old men, Ye Chen breathed a sigh of relief, and after a short stream, Ye Chen also knew the names of the two, among them, the old man who looked thinner was called Ziqi, and the older man who was taller was beepping teeth.

The short-lived flow made Ye Chen's face quite solemn, after this battle, there were actually more than twenty Qi Martial Realm martial artists in Luoxia Peak, and hundreds of martial arts realm martial artists died, which was undoubtedly a blow to Luoxia Peak.

Today's Luoxia Peak's vitality is greatly damaged, which further confirms Luoxia Peak as the weakest peak among the five peaks of the Sword God.

With a slight sigh, Ye Chen said goodbye to Ziqi and Boya, and the two of them walked on the mountain road with their hands on their backs.

The beating of the wind was no longer as cheerful as before, standing on top of the mountain rock, Ye Chen looked at the sword path below, as well as the four magnificent stone statues.

After this bloody battle, the disciples of Luoxia Peak seem to have grown a lot, and those lazy disciples in the past are also cultivating frantically.

The stone statues of the moon gods of the past dynasties have been standing on the sword path for tens of thousands of years, how many times has that stone statue seen such a tragic battle as this time, facing the stone monument of the dense forest below, Ye Chen couldn't help but feel a little respect in his heart.

"I've grown to like it here!" Ye Chen muttered softly.

The cold wind blew and blew off the snow that hung on the branches of the trees, and the snow fell like rain.

Turning around, the breath of Ye Chen's whole body and the surrounding snow scene fused together, indistinguishable from each other.

Ye Chen walked to the previous courtyard, looking at the spotless courtyard, Ye Chen's eyes couldn't help but show a trace of reminiscence: "How long have you been here?"

Turning around, Ye Chen continued to walk towards the surrounding buildings, and finally came to a courtyard.

The snow dyed the courtyard white, and the stone tablet in front of the courtyard was also dyed white, but the snow huā could not cover the big characters on the stone tablet: Jun can regret!

The right hand was raised slightly, Ye Chen's slender fingertips crossed the handwriting, and a sword intent swept in, feeling this intent, Ye Chen sighed slightly, this is Huang Wushuang's sword intent.

Ye Chen's ears seemed to be floating with Huang Wushuang's flat voice: "If one day, you sink into killing, I will use my sword to pull you back!"

"I haven't sunk to killing yet, and you're not here!" Ye Chen muttered softly, feeling that the heartache in this sword intent had been firmed, Ye Chen gradually understood Huang Wushuang's sword intent.

"You can rest assured that you will give me Luoxia Peak!" Ye Chen sighed slightly: "Do you regret it?"

Closing the wooden mén in the courtyard, Ye Chen continued to walk forward, walked to the cliff where he used to practice swords, and looked up, opposite was Xiyue Peak.

The cold wind was blowing the snow in the sky, and the Xiyue Peak on the opposite side was completely shrouded in the snow, which looked a little hazy, and the figure of the sword dance in the past was no longer there.

Before he walked into the cliff, several sharp wind-breaking sounds sounded in Ye Chen's ears.

A weak figure appeared in front of Ye Chen's eyes.

The ponytail nose fluttering in the cold wind, the thin figure is like the fluttering snow huā in the cold wind.

At this moment, Ye Chen's gaze fell on this thin figure and never moved away.

From time to time, the sound of weak wind breaking sounded, and an ordinary iron sword slashed through the air, emitting a crisp sword roar, sword after sword, although the speed of the sword was not fast, but extremely slow.

Standing in place, Ye Chen did not walk forward, but quietly looked at this thin figure, a little NV child with a ponytail.

Sword after sword, about hundreds of swords, the little NV kid stopped dancing the sword, lying on the ground tired, panting, and the white breath he spit out turned into ice crystals after only a few breaths.

It was freezing cold, although he didn't see the appearance of this little NV child clearly, Ye Chen saw the purple wrist of the NV child, not only because of the cold weather, but also because he had practiced too many times.

After a short rest, the NV child got up, took the long sword, and danced again, as if he were not tired.

The snow became heavier and heavier, and gradually, the falling snow huā drowned the figure of the nv child.

With Ye Chen's strength, with just a glance, he could see that this NV child's cultivation was extremely weak, and he hadn't even awakened his bloodline.

Standing quietly in place, Ye Chen remained motionless, quietly looking at this nv child dancing sword, stopping and stopping, and the snow huā dyed Ye Chen's long hair like ink into white.

The hazy sky swallowed up the drifting snow, and the afterglow of the setting moon rarely fell through the clouds, falling on Ye Chen and the nv child.

The afterglow of the setting moon stretched the shadows of the two of them for a long time, and the nv child never turned around, and kept practicing a set of basic swordsmanship, although the swordsmanship was full of leaks in Ye Chen's eyes, and even some details were wrong.

The clumsy figure, the nv child dancing with the sword, the young man watching, the setting moon in the west, and the snow huā floating dàng, all this seems so peaceful.

The afterglow of the setting moon dyed the clouds in the sky red, and the afterglow fell on the snow huā, which also lost its initial coldness.

Looking at this scene, there was always a faint smile on the corner of Ye Chen's mouth.

At some point, the sword-dancing nv child suddenly stopped.

Turning around, this is a rather delicate face, and the face still has not shed its childishness.

However, there is a trace of innocence that does not belong to a child, this is just a teenager.

Looking at the clouds in the sky, a smile appeared on his pale face, and he sighed quietly: "It's another day!"

Quiet is just an ordinary NV child, in the past she is no different from an ordinary NV child, at home, with the pampering of her parents, often taken care of by her brothers, but all this has begun to change.

In the battle of the Sword God, her parents died in the battle, which was undoubtedly a natural disaster for her.

For a ten-year-old child, the loss of his parents in just one night is like the destruction of the world, and perhaps because of this, the childish silence grows up overnight.

Dragging the long sword, which was so cumbersome for a little nv child.

Before he had taken a few steps, a hint of surprise appeared on his quiet face.