Chapter 522 The Road of the Way of the Sword, Loneliness is a Dance

Chapter 522 The Road of the Way of the Sword, Loneliness is a Dance

Among these ten people, there is the existence of the Moon Dance Demon.

Huang Wushuang looked at the ten people below with satisfaction, and nodded slightly at Luo Qianbi and the two.

Luo Qianbi and Xie Ze'an both sighed helplessly, and the disciples who had been fighting for half a day between the two of them finally entered Luoxia Peak.

Despite this, Luo Qianbi still didn't give up a little, took a few steps forward, and said in a deep voice: "Disciples who are willing to worship Chaoyang Peak, please stand up"

Although Luo Qianbi said it to everyone, his eyes were all looking at Ye Chen and the others with fiery eyes, but Ye Chen and the others all turned a blind eye with a tacit understanding, but what made Luo Qianbi happy was that there were a lot of disciples who joined Chaoyang Peak.

As if continuing the tradition of previous years, the disciples who joined Xingchen Peak were undoubtedly the most among the four peaks.

Next, each peak master left with his own disciples under the peak, and the flow of people rushed towards the three phantoms in the distance like a tide.

The sword qi slashed across the sky like a rainbow, and finally disappeared from the sight of Ye Chen and the others.

After Luo Qianbi and the others left, Huang Wuliang came back to his senses, and sighed softly to the ten people below: "One day into Luoxia, for life as a Luoxia disciple, if any of you still want to worship other peaks, you can bring it up now."

Silence, and what returned to Huang Wushuang was the roar of the mountain wind.

Seeing this, Huang Wushuang nodded slightly, and said lightly: "Since this is the case, then you will be disciples of Luoxia Peak from today onwards."

This time, Huang Wushuang's tone became extremely solemn, and he said in a deep voice: "There are not many rules for Luoxia Peak, there is only one, one day into the Sword God, you must not betray the Sword God for life"

"If any of you betray the Sword God Sect, don't blame my Emperor Wushuang for being ruthless" Emperor Wushuang, who looked quite elegant before, became extremely powerful at this moment, and the momentum of the Soul Martial Realm martial artist was inadvertently revealed.

Feeling the invisible coercion, Ye Chen and the others all nodded slightly, but Ye Chen didn't feel anything, and the rest of the people used their true qi to resist this coercion.

Seeing that the faces of the ten people had not changed at all, a hint of relief flashed under Huang Wushuang's eyes, he put away his momentum, and said lightly: "Luoxia Peak still has a tradition, and the disciples of Luoxia Peak in the past dynasties have all broken through the Qi Martial Realm, I hope you will do the same" Saying this, a sword groan sounded in the sky, and dozens of sword lights shot out from the huge mountain peak behind Huang Wushuang and disappeared into the sky.

"Next, you introduce yourself, and then tell your respective identities to your respective senior brother or sister. Huang Wushuang said lightly.

Hearing this, the ten people glanced at each other, and finally Ye Chen was the first to stand up, arched slightly at Huang Wushuang, made a martial salute, and said: "With the wind, this year is eighteen, and I have been wandering on the mainland since I was a child."

"Moon Dance Evil, eighteen this year, my mother died of illness at an early age, and my biological father still knows it, and he has been wandering in this area since he was a child" Moon Dance Evil also stood up, but when he mentioned his biological father, a trace of resentment flashed in Moon Dance Evil's eyes.

Next, the eight people also introduced themselves one by one, and for Huang Wushuang, it was extremely easy to remember the situation of Ye Chen and these people in a short period of time.

And the age of these ten people is not much different, the oldest of them is only twenty years old, and the lowest cultivation is only the second level of martial arts.

The mountain of Luoxia Peak is extremely steep, and now Ye Chen and the others are only halfway up the mountain at most, and this palace is the place where the third round of assessment has been carried out in the past dynasties.

With Ye Chen's ten people, Huang Wushuang and the others ran directly towards the huge mountain peak behind them, raised their heads and looked up, rows of snow-covered steps appeared in the line of sight, and the steps seemed to have no end.

As far as the eye can see, the stairs seem to be connected to the sky, and under the snowflakes in the sky, the world around them is like a snow-white.

The sword finger was raised slightly, Huang Wushuang pointed to the boundless and endless steps, and said lightly: "This road is called the way of the sword, and every generation of new disciples is from here to hike up and down the Xia Peak, and you are no exception."

Hearing this, Ye Chen and the others also looked at the boundless steps, and what was surprising was that there were two squares erected on both sides of the steps, and some handwriting faintly appeared on those stones.

"Snowflakes can cover up the killing, blood, and the same can cover up the past" Seeing that Ye Chen and the others noticed those stones, Huang Wushuang muttered to himself.

Hearing this, Ye Chen and the others all showed a trace of strangeness, and the soul power diffused out along Ye Chen's body, and before the soul power got close to those stones, Ye Chen felt a fierce sword aura permeating above those stones.

Not only Ye Chen was the only one, but the others also released their soul power to probe those stones, and in an instant, dozens of fierce sword qi became extremely violent.

The few people who were standing in Ye Chen with a bang retreated a few steps back, and a little blood appeared at the corners of their mouths.

Seeing this, Huang Wushuang ignored everyone, but took a few steps forward, arched slightly towards those stones, and said respectfully: "The juniors don't know etiquette, and they disturb the ancestor."

After speaking, Huang Wushuang's right hand flicked slightly, and those sword qi also dissipated, and the strong wind generated also blew down the snow on the stones, and the snow fell, and the faces of the stones emerged, and they were stone tablets.

The most surprising thing was that those stone tablets were impressively carved with some people's names, seeing this, Ye Chen and the others turned their eyes to Huang Wushuang.

With a faint smile, Huang Wushuang did not answer, but fell into deep thought, a trace of remembrance appeared in Huang Wushuang's eyes, and after a few breaths, Huang Wushuang said softly: "There is a swordsman and a sword buried under those stone tablets."

Hearing this, Ye Chen's body shape was shocked, this stone tablet was actually a tombstone.

Gasping, Ye Chen looked up, and the boundless steps were unexpectedly filled with boundless stone monuments, how many people were buried here.

"For tens of thousands of years, the disciples of Luoxia Peak have all been buried here" Huang Wushuang continued: "Until now, I have forgotten how many disciples of Luoxia Peak have been buried here, and how many geniuses have also been buried, they used to be peerless powerhouses in the famous continent, but in order to guard the Sword God Gate, they were finally buried here, and the Sword God Gate can last for tens of thousands of years, precisely because the predecessors exchanged their lives for it."

Whether it is a family, a sect, or a country, there must be countless people's efforts behind its glory, and it is precisely because of the existence of those people that the family, the country, and the sect can continue.

"The path of the kendo is difficult, although my generation has worked hard, but the further back it is, the more difficult it is to move an inch. And this road is called the way of the sword, on this way of the sword buried more talented predecessors than you, once they were the soul martial realm, or even the spirit martial realm, but they are still buried in this way of the sword, and this way of the sword is boundless, no one knows where the end is, only those with great perseverance can always go on this road" Huang Wushuang sighed softly, there has never been a shortage of strong people on the Martial God Continent, but the strong eventually fell, where is the end of this martial arts, shaking his head slightly, Huang Wushuang continued: " You follow me in this way of the sword."

Huang Wushuang walked forward on foot, walking in the same way as ordinary people, seeing this, Ye Chen quietly followed behind Huang Wushuang.

As Huang Wushuang said, this sword path is boundless, even though Ye Chen and the others have walked for several hours, there is still no end in sight, along the way, only the roar of the mountain wind is silent.

Everyone's emotions also changed, from the initial curiosity, to doubt, to tranquility, to irritability, all of which Huang Wushuang saw in his eyes.

However, Ye Chen has always maintained a calm heart, looking at the stone tablets passing by beside him, not sad or happy, even if those stone tablets are buried under the once invincible powerhouses.

In Ye Chen's opinion, this mountain road is called the way of the sword, and it is also called the way of the strong, and those steps are called loneliness, and the strong are made up of steps from this step to the bottom, if you want to become a strong person, you have to get used to those loneliness.

When a person can't bear the loneliness and the boredom of cultivation, then he also passes by the strong and never has the opportunity to meet again.

Step by step boring, Ye Chen can always face it calmly, and every step involves Ye Chen's mind.

Until the end, Ye Chen himself forgot how many steps he had taken, stopped his figure, looked at the boundless steps in front of him, turned his face away, looked at the equally boundless steps behind him, Ye Chen smiled faintly and continued to move forward.

And Huang Wushuang, who always noticed Ye Chen's expressions, moved slightly, and there was a hint of praise in his eyes that was extremely imperceptible.

The master is always when others are carnivaling, he is still immersed in cultivation, and he is always dancing with loneliness