Chapter 832: Gambling on Life

With a coercion, Lieya felt a long-lost smell on the young man of the False Spirit Martial Realm in front of him. http://

It was the smell of death, after slaughtering the entire Scorching Sun City, the killing intent on Ye Chen's body did not converge, but spread unscrupulously.

This killing intent not only made the fangs feel depressed, but they also felt depressed.

This is the killing intent after slaughtering tens of thousands of people? The terrifying killing intent is enough to destroy a person's mind, and the morning glow of the setting moon and Ye Chen's figure slowly merge together.

A white dress is better than blood, especially the Qilin Sword, the blood droplets on the tip of the sword drip and bloom in the morning glow.

Looking at each other in the air, the Fierce Tooth not only felt the killing intent on Ye Chen's body, but also felt the battle intent.

"Even if it falls today, the people of my Scorching Sun Sect can't die in vain like this!" Blazing Fang whispered, the long sword in his hand indirectly stuck in the wind and snow.

The snow is getting heavier and heavier, the cold wind is getting colder and colder, and the wind is blowing more and more, while people are getting quieter and quieter, and the whole world is quiet only whirring.

And at this moment, in the distant sky, several wails sounded in vain, and several lonely Hong crossed the sky weakly, and the sound was very desolate.

And this miserable voice broke the long-lost peace, and the battle intent on Ye Chen's body became more and more vigorous, and it completely reached its peak.

"Probably if there is no such thing as Fierce Desire, you will also come to the door!" Lieya said lightly, Ye Chen's battle intent also stirred the battle intent in Lieya's heart.

This long-lost smell, Lieya remembered that when he first went to challenge the fake spirit martial realm when he was in the soul martial realm, he was like this kind of battle intent at that time.

"I dedicated my life to the Scorching Sun Sect, but I ignored you!" Liefang muttered softly, his sharp gaze became gentle in vain, and his right hand quietly stroked the long sword: "Old man, it's been a long time!"

"I joined the Burning Sun Sect at the age of ten, and I am proud of the young generation disciples of the entire Burning Sun Sect with one sword!"

"At the age of fifteen, he entered the Qi Martial Arts, at the age of twenty he entered the Soul Martial Arts, and at the age of thirty-six, he killed countless strong people of the same generation with one sword!"

"And now, I am seventy years old, but I have stopped at the second layer of Lingwu, and I have also forgotten the heart that a swordsman should have, the heart of the sword!"

"But at this moment, I still found the heart of the sword, I am a swordsman!" The momentum of the Fierce Fang's whole body skyrocketed, compared to before, the Fierce Fang at this moment was just a sharp sword out of the sheath, and no one could resist this sharp sword aura.

"He's stronger than before!" Qing Jue said solemnly: "It's no longer the Sect Master of the Scorching Sun, but a swordsman, such fierce fangs are terrifying!"

"If you want to fight, then you will fight, there is a battle without life!" "Fierce Fang looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, the long-lost pride, the long-lost war spirit, everything has been lost for a long time.

In the wind and snow, the long sword emitted a melodious sword groan. The sound of the sword broke through the clouds in the sky, and the sunset jumped out like a child, and the sunset sun fell on the body of the fierce fang, who held the long sword in the wind and snow, and in an instant, the drifting snowflakes melted silently.

At the same time, the figure of the fierce tooth turned into a streamer, blending into the warm morning glow.

Everywhere the morning glow shrouded was a phantom wandering, and no one could recognize it, but the phantom was still real at that time.

"Using the power of rules, this is the rule of fire?" Ye Chen chuckled, a touch of solemnity between the corners of his eyes.

Ye Chen also took a step forward, his body dissipated silently, for the rules, he only comprehended the skin, but this alone was enough to exert the Wind Transformation Technique to the extreme.

How could a body technique that could be integrated into the rules be an ordinary body technique, Ye Chen felt more and more that the person who created the Wind Transformation Technique at the beginning was absolutely extraordinary, at least above the second level of Lingwu, and even the martial arts realm.

There is Ye Chen's figure in the wind, and there is a fiery tooth figure in the morning glow, and the morning glow is sprinkled in the wind, and a burst of metal clash sounds.

Although the level of rule perception is not as good as that of Fierce Fang, with the degree of condensation of sword intent, Ye Chen will not be defeated immediately.

On the contrary, life and death are eternal and burst out from time to time, and this strange supernatural power makes Fierce Fang feel helpless. The space was shattered, and the spatial turbulence was stirring like a torrent, but unfortunately, this spatial turbulence could not swallow the morning glow, nor could it drown the cold wind.

The extremely bright sword light flickered, and Qing Jue and the others were silent, at this moment, they couldn't be sure who would win and who would lose.

The snowflakes fluttered again, and the howling cold wind swept up the snowflakes and fell on the morning glow. At the same time, another dull sound sounded, and two figures appeared in the void.

The white clothes were still like snow, but there was a plum blossom-shaped blood-red mark on his chest, Ye Chen held his sword, and his eyes were still coldly looking at the figure in front of him.

Fang's long hair fell disheveledly on his shoulders, and his right hand holding the sword trembled slightly, and its bright red liquid dripped down his fingertips and landed on the sword.

The two of them don't know how many swords they have come out of, but no one can help anyone! The cold air was pervasive, freezing the snowflakes, Ye Chen caught a glimpse of the scarlet on his chest, and smiled faintly: "Very tricky sword moves, the moves are unexpected!"

A cluster of flames bubbled out of the Qilin Sword in vain, reincarnation flames, when the reincarnation flames appeared, the surrounding snowflakes immediately turned into water vapor and drifted away, but as soon as they drifted away, they turned into snowflakes again.

"The ultimate killing intent, the ultimate sword intent, and the ultimate, then it is the ultimate reincarnation technique!" Ye Chen took a step forward, his body melting into the cold wind.

No, Ye Chen's figure even blended into the surrounding snowflakes, in the sunset moon and morning glow, Ye Chen's figure was surrounded by the void, and ten thousand extremely bright sword lights emerged.

"The only thing that was forced was that sword, the sword that melted into life!" Fierce Fang also smiled at this moment, and his body took several steps in a row, and with each step, his momentum became stronger, reaching the void.

Ten thousand sword lights returned to one, and Ye Chen's figure emerged, still a sword alluring city, but with more changes.

In an instant, heaven and earth were eclipsed in front of these two sword lights, and the two extremely brilliant sword lights turned into nothingness, and blood flowers flew in the snow, and at the same time, the two figures fell to the ground one after another like kites with broken strings, smashing into the snowdrifts.

This sword was too fast, so fast that people couldn't catch its trajectory! Looking at the two figures covered in snow, Qing Jue and the others were silent, and they didn't know if the five generations could win.

"Sect Master!" "Five generations!" the shouts rang out, and the air shook in vain, knocking down the snow on the treetops.

Suddenly, one of the figures crawled out of the snowdrift with great reluctance, its body staggering, and it was full of fangs.

The fangs survived, didn't that mean that Ye Chen had fallen? For a while, Qing Jue and the others' faces changed drastically, and they rushed towards another figure.

His face was pale, there was no trace of life in his eyes, he coughed a few times, looked at another pile of snowdrifts, and sighed softly: "There is a sword that is dead and alive, and both of them will fall!"

After saying this, the only trace of vitality left in Fierce Fang's body also dissipated, and his body fell weakly, and the slush stirred up drowned it again.

In another place, a figure stood up, dressed in white like snow, but there was an extra blood mark in the shape of a plum blossom on his chest.

Seeing this figure, the figure of Qingjie and the others stopped, and he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, the five generations are fine.

His face was also very pale, Ye Chen only stood up with the support of the Qilin Sword at this moment, and when he caught a glimpse of the corpse in the distance, Ye Chen sighed softly: "If I meet you in your heyday, it must be me who falls to the ground!"

"It's a pity, this day's battle has consumed too much of your true qi!" Ye Chen knew that he was extremely lucky to win this battle, but it was also extremely dangerous.

"So, you're dead, I'm still alive!" After speaking, Ye Chen closed his eyes and indirectly stood and cultivated, and the endless heaven and earth aura surged towards his body and poured into the Baihui Acupoint.

Qing Jue and the others stood aside to protect the Dharma, and the night quietly fell, and the Scorching Sun City, which had become a dead city, was more terrifying and gloomy than before.

The roaring cold wind was like the roar of a ghost, and the whole world quietly fell silent, and in the dark curtain, the white figure and the snowflakes formed one.

It wasn't until the starlight appeared in the sky that Ye Chen woke up, dragging the Qilin Sword, and Ye Chen indirectly walked towards the center of Scorching Sun City, where there were collapsed buildings.

And on a collapsed palace still hangs a plaque, on which is carved with large characters that sway freely: Sword Skill Palace!

The Sword Skill Palace, which treasures the martial arts collected by the Scorching Sun Sect for thousands of years, including ground steps, Xuan-level sword skills, and all kinds of things.

And Ye Chen's figure finally disappeared into this dark palace, followed by Qing Jue and the others, who also disappeared into it