The snow was falling in the sky, and the chill seemed to freeze the whole world.

However, Su Yun's figure shot like a streamer, and the pouring flames melted the endless snow.

Raising his head and looking at the larger and larger figure, Ye Chen smiled faintly.

In the stunned gaze of everyone, Ye Chen took a step back slightly, put away his sword, carried his back with his right hand, raised his left hand slightly, and pointed at the sword.

Ye Chen never moved, until Su Yun's sword light was about to touch Ye Chen, Ye Chen's figure moved, dancing to figure out the shadow, like a dancer, the wind blowing the fairy robe fluttering, like a neon dress dance song, the whole air was Ye Chen's white as snow. The figure paused, the middle finger of his right hand pointed forward slightly, and a finger stabbed out, and in an instant, the artistic conception of selflessness exploded, and this finger merged into Ye Chen's artistic conception.

Roselle finger, in this finger can no longer see the taste of the wind finger, but the real Roselle finger.

A mysterious bō movement spread out at the fingertips, and a sword dance moved in all directions, and the audience was like a mountain of frustration!

Ye Chen's finger touched the tip of the sword in Ma Zhongyi's hand with a selfless artistic conception of pursuit, and when it touched the tip of the sword, a crisp sword groan resounded in everyone's minds.

There was no imaginary gorgeous sword, just this finger, the surrounding flames dissipated and turned into nothing, a strange power came from the tip of the sword, Su Yun fell on the steps like a kite with a broken line, as if it was forcibly pushed, although the body did not move, but his feet drew two inch-deep footprints on the ground, and blood dripped down the corners of his mouth on the steps, until he rolled down dozens of steps, Su Yun's figure did not stop.

"Tick tock!" The sound of blood dripping down the ice from the corners of Su Yun's mouth resounded fiercely in the ears of the disciples of Sword Valley, and many women looked at the person who landed on one knee in disbelief as the high-spirited senior brother they had in the past.

Ye Chen casually withdrew a finger, and the blood qi in front of the xiōng was also tumbling slightly, but with the help of cultivation, "Ye Chen suppressed the tumbling blood qi, and the spirit was flat.

And at this time, the non-stop sound of the piano also quietly dispersed with the wind, raised her head, her beautiful eyes flowed, and Concubine Su looked at the figure quietly.

Ye Chen took a step forward, his figure like a fallen leaf, and fell lightly in front of Su Yun, and said lightly, "This sword is not bad!"

Ye Chen's bland words undoubtedly destroyed Su Yun's arrogant heart, and also destroyed the arrogance of Sword Valley.

"Ding!" The sword broke, the person fell, the figure slowly fell to the ground, a pair of eyes looked at the blue sky with empty eyes, and sarcastically said, "I thought that after casting the secret method, it would be enough to defeat you, it seems that I still underestimate you!"

Standing on the top of the steps," the old man smiled and chuckled, "How can the huā flowers in the greenhouse survive the baptism of the storm?"

Hearing this, Su Yun's body was shocked, and she looked at the old man and Ye Chen with a slight smile, and immediately bowed to Ye Chen slightly.

Since being called the first genius of Sword Valley, Su Yun's heart to pursue the way of the sword has gradually been affected by the false name, and now, Ye Chen has undoubtedly awakened him through this finger.

Ignoring the surprised crowd around him, Ye Chen smiled slightly, took out a sword sticker and threw it at the old man, and said lightly: "This sword sticker?"

Under Ye Chen's control, the sword post shot towards the old man lightly, but the coercion contained in the sword post was enough to force the people around him to retreat.

For a while, everyone retreated to both sides, leaving only the old man standing in place.

The right hand was raised slightly, and the old man's right hand casually shook it forward, grabbed the sword post that shot from the jī, glanced at it, and said lightly: "This sword post, I took it in Sword Valley!"

Hearing this, Ye Chen smiled faintly, turned to Concubine Su and said, "Concubine Xuan, go down the mountain!"

Hearing this, Concubine Su smiled politely, got up and hugged the guqin, and followed closely behind Ye Chen.

Step by step, life rushes towards that peak, step by step, whether it is up or down the mountain, it is a must for the strong, Ye Chen did not show his body, like an ordinary person, step by step.

The fluttering black hair covered Ye Chen's face, but he couldn't hide his back, the people of Sword Valley felt helpless for a while, Ye Chen came gently, but broke the myth that the genius of Sword Valley was undefeated, and walked gently, facing the scolding of himself and others from beginning to end, he always laughed at it, this is the strong. Concubine Su held the guqin and followed closely behind Ye Chen, and the two equally thin figures gradually disappeared into the wind and snow.

Su Yun's eyes flickered, biting chún, and shouted at the figure that gradually disappeared from sight, what is the name of that finger!"

, "Luoshen!" The cold wind blew through the ears of the disciples of Sword Valley with Ye Chen's words.

Looking at the disappearing figure, the old man smiled and said to himself, "Sword God Gate!"

At the foot of Sword Valley Peak, Ye Chen stopped, turned to look at the huge phantom behind him, and muttered softly: "The strength of this Sword Valley is not bad, but I don't know what the strength of the Lian Yun Sect is!"

Thinking of Lianyun Sect's Wang Lin, a sneer flowed from the corners of Ye Chen's mouth.

Turning around, Ye Chen chuckled at Duo Fei Xuan and said, "Concubine Xuan, how is it, are you used to this world of martial artists?"

Seeing this, Ye Chen sighed slightly, looked at the sky, and muttered softly: "This martial artist's world is paved with blood, I don't know if you can adapt to such a world!"

"Let's go!" Shaking his head slightly, Ye Chen turned around and disappeared into the wind and snow.

Hearing this, Concubine Su squatted firmly at the sky, then smiled confidently and followed behind Ye Chen.

Lianyun Sect was hundreds of miles away from the Sword Valley, and Emperor Wushuang did not stipulate when to send the sword post to the various sects, so Ye Chen was not in a hurry.

For several days in a row, Ye Chen and Su Feixuan both walked on foot, and on the way, in addition to guiding Su Feixuan in some martial arts cultivation, Ye Chen mainly taught some piano skills.

At the same time, Ye Chen did not forget his own cultivation, and constantly practiced the three fingers of Luoshen, Fengshen, and Huoshen.

In the snow, two thin figures slowly advanced in the white world.

With the deepening of his perception of artistic conception, Ye Chen became more and more free to accept and release artistic conception.

The wind and snow knocked on Ye Chen's thin clothes, and Ye Chen walked in front on foot, his eyes closed.

And Su Feixuan was holding the qin, following closely behind Ye Chen, and only the whirring sound of the wind was silent in her ears.

The right hand is pointed at as a sword, the fingers are constantly changing in front of xiōng, on the road in front of Ye Chen, sometimes the wind gusts, sometimes the sharp qi is shining, sometimes the snow is flying, it looks extremely ghostly, the number of fingertips beating more and more ghostly, if someone is again, they will look at the ocean and marvel, Ye Chen's fingers are completely gone, only a hand shadow remains.

raised her head and glanced ahead, for this scene, Su Feixuan had already taken it.

In the ice and snow, along the way, Ye Chen was very strict about seeing the figures of other people, but at this moment, in the distance, dozens of figures were flying.

The sound of fighting came from a distance, and when he raised his head, Ye Chen looked ahead with a slight dazedness, and then continued to bury his head and walk forward, followed by Concubine Su.

This is obviously a fight between the two parties, and on the ground is a corpse of a demonic beast, it is a fourth-order demonic beast grass Jiao, and the inner dan on the grass Jiao is extremely expensive, obviously these two sides are fighting for this grass Jiao corpse.

However, although the two sides were fighting, they did not kill each other, these people were wearing the same style of martial robes, and they were obviously disciples of the same sect.

There is a floating cloud embroidered on the back of the martial robe, if someone who is familiar with the Lianyun Sect sees this,

You must recognize these martial artists as disciples of Lianyun Sect.

The two sides were fighting, but in the roaring wind, a steady footstep sounded, and the footsteps seemed so piercing at this moment.

Almost at the same time, both sides of the people stopped looking for prestige, and there, two thin figures slowly emerged.

The man is handsome, the woman is delicate, as soon as these two people appeared, they immediately attracted attention, stopped, Ye Chen looked at the corpse of the demonic beast on the ground and the others, ignored it, and continued to move forward.

Ye Chen was like this, Concubine Su naturally wouldn't pay attention to these people, she didn't even have hope, and followed Ye Chen directly.

The people who were still fighting before didn't stop Ye Chen's pace, although in their opinion, there was no difference between Ye Chen and a weak scholar.

However, when Ye Chen was taking a few steps, several exclamations also sounded: "It's him!

This exclamation was like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, and in an instant, everyone who had been quiet before immediately moved and gathered together in a very tacit understanding.

The hot gaze of the disciples of the Lianyun Sect swirled back and forth on Ye Chen and Concubine Su, as if they were looking at their prey. @。