Valkyrie!

In the bloody sword tomb, undulating corpses poured out like a tide.

More than 10,000 corpses walked strangely into the distance and out of the domain just by instinct, holding broken sword weapons.

More than 10,000,000 Blood Prison Troops were stationed in the Sword Tomb, and the army was ready to fight, with fluttering battle flags planted in all corners.

The murderous aura of slaughter permeated the tens of millions of troops, and sword arrays were arranged in the sword tomb.

A thousand-foot mountain made of bones, until the crack in the seal, on the high mountain, several white clothes moved in the wind.

"The third offensive is even more fierce than the previous two times, in addition to the more than 10,000 blood prison troops here, the Imperial Silver Armored Cavalry is also rushing here!"

"Maybe tomorrow, more than 10,000 silver-armored cavalry will be able to arrive!"

The three generations stood with their hands in their hands, their deep eyes staring directly at the dim outer domain in the distance, and corpses floated above the outer domain.

"At least they won't be able to get past half a step here until I fall!"

"Many years ago, I started playing two chess games, one Martial God chess game, and one Tiangang chess game!"

His bright eyes were like stars, and the prince was dressed in white, although his appearance was completely similar to Ye Chen, his temperament was more evil than indifferent.

"Meng Tian has blended in with the enemy army, and now he should appear in Tiangang!"

"Tiangang, who has been quiet for many years, should also be turbulent, Wai Yan Zhao to save the Martial God!"

The snow floc fell one after another, and the prince's sword finger was slightly raised, clamping the falling snow floc, and the snow flocculent turned into a chess piece.

"Nine Dragons—Frozen!" the prince groaned softly. The sword finger moved slightly. The chess pieces in his hand shot out, stirring up the ripples of the rules of heaven and earth.

The regular ripples surged, forming a floating chessboard, covering the seal cracks, and the criss-crossing black and white chess pieces were laid on it, forming a seal, and sometimes the Nine Dragons phantom emerged.

"The chessboard laid out thousands of years ago, you are the only one in the world who can compare to five generations!" The corners of the three generations' mouths rarely flashed a smile.

"I'm not as good as her, at least I haven't beaten him in chess!" the prince shook his head, his eyes narrowing slightly. Looking up at the sky above his head, he muttered: "I can only help you with the next part of this chess game, and he needs to come to the end by himself." ”

The cold wind rolled out in the sword tomb, setting off a rain of blood. The majestic battle intent permeated the sky above the more than 10,000 troops.

The war between the Martial God and Tiangang broke out completely, but Ye Chen, who was located in Tiangang, knew nothing.

Under the blood-colored sky, the loud roars of the clash of gold and iron echoed out.

Brilliant sword light swept down, with a sharp sound of breaking wind, slashing down on the blood-colored long chain, and sparks burst out, but there was no trace on the chain.

Three days ago, Ye Chen stepped into the palace where countless Martial God Electors were buried for the second time, and after coming out. The whole body was covered with scars again.

For two days in a row, Ye Chen condensed his vitality and slightly dealt with the injuries in his body, and raised the Qilin Sword again to cut off this martial chain.

Repeating the action of swinging the sword again and again, failing again and again, Ye Chen's eyes were extremely calm, without any decadence.

The prisoners all around looked at all this numbly, looking at the sword-wielding figure, no one thought that he would cut the chains, at least for dozens of days. There are no traces of the chains.

Even the old woman who had dissuaded her a few days ago was silent for a while, although she couldn't see it, she could hear the sound of gold and iron clashing, and she knew that the man who called himself Ye Chen hadn't given up yet.

Only the future. The bright beautiful eyes stared closely at the brilliant sword light, and their small hands were clenched together.

Sparks fly. Ye Chen's left hand was condensed with vitality, and his right hand was holding a sword, never forgetting the power of repair.

"As long as there is enough vitality, the injuries on the ** can be recovered, and the stronger the ** strength, the easier it is to cut off this chain!"

Looking at the ancient well, Ye Chen looked at the chains below, each sword fell on the same place on the chains, the water droplets could pierce the stones, and he was convinced that the sword in his hand could cut off the chains.

Until the end, both old and new prisoners were accustomed to the sound of the clash of gold and iron.

Five days later, Ye Chen stopped in vain, raised his head, and looked at a lock frame dozens of zhang away, on which a new prisoner, a woman, was locked.

Dressed in a white dress, white and out of place in this world, the woman's face is good, with a little dusty temperament, and her lower abdomen is slightly raised.

Ye Chen noticed a few days ago that the woman had been staring at him.

"Something?" Ye Chen said, and in the woman's womb, he sensed a fluctuation in life.

Seeing Ye Chen's gaze projected, the woman's face showed ecstasy, and she said in a begging tone, "Can you help me with something?"

Perhaps because she hadn't eaten a drop of water for several days, the woman's voice was extremely hoarse and even a little harsh.

"What's the matter?" Ye Chen didn't refuse, but asked directly.

"Help me destroy this face, please!" said the woman, weakly, for she had been imprisoned here for fifteen days, and according to the rules of this place, she would be escorted to the palace today.

How much determination does it take for a young woman in her prime to beg to ruin her proudest face.

"At least become ugly, those people probably won't be interested in me. The woman muttered, her eyes lowered slightly, looking at the bulging abdomen, perhaps there was still a chance to save the child in her belly.

Hearing this, Ye Chen's body shook slightly, and after being silent for a moment, he nodded, "Yes!"

Ye Chen slowly raised the Qilin Sword in his hand, this sword was heavier than ever.

The Qilin Sword brought up a series of afterimages, and the surging sword qi shot out, lightly slashing across the woman's face, bringing up blood light.

In the midst of the blood, shocking sword marks covered the entire face, and when he looked at it, he looked extremely hideous.

Blood dripped down her cheeks, staining her dress red, but a smile appeared on the corner of the woman's mouth, and she said weakly: "Thank you, Yezi!"

The woman didn't know what Ye Chen's name was, but she often called Uncle Ye Zi in the future.

The rain of blood fell again, and more than 10,000 soldiers came, dragging chains, escorting more than 10,000 new and old prisoners.

Standing in the blood rain, Ye Chen quietly looked at the white dress fluttering in the rain curtain, he knew that the hope of this woman coming back was very slim, but he still took out the sword, at least so, there was still hope in her heart.

"Uncle Yezi, will that sister come back?" said softly in his clear eyes with endless sadness.

"I don't know, but I know that she will hold on until the last moment for the sake of the child in her womb!" Ye Chen whispered, his voice immediately drowned out by the sound of the rushing rain.

"If, one day, I'm going to go there too, then, Uncle Yezi, you have to use your sword against me like you did just now, okay?" muttered Future.

Hearing this, Ye Chen's body trembled slightly, looking at the future under the blood rain.

A twelve-year-old should be smiling in the sun, she shouldn't belong here. Ye Chen said to himself, clenched the Qilin Sword, and said firmly: "In the future, that day will not come!"

"Uncle said he would take you to see the most beautiful sunset and moon in the world, do you believe uncle?" Ye Chen chuckled, the rain of blood pouring down stained his long hair red.

Meeting Ye Chen's gaze, Future smiled gracefully, "I believe in Uncle Ye Zi in the future, and I have always believed it." ”

There is a kind of happiness in this world, and that is to be believed. Ye Chen smiled slightly, concentrated, and continued to wave the Qilin Sword in his hand, and the sparks that burst out were immediately flooded by the rain.

Half a day later, the sound of hurried footsteps sounded at the end of the horizon, and more than 10,000 soldiers escorted the prisoners back.

Ye Chen raised his head and looked at the empty lock frame ten zhang away, and he didn't remember the white dress.

Although half a day ago, Ye Chen knew that the woman's hope of coming back was extremely slim.

"Sometimes, something cheaper than dignity is life!" Ye Chen muttered softly, suddenly, Ye Chen's eyes changed slightly, and he saw two soldiers pulling a blood shadow and locking the figure back on the shelf.

Seeing this figure, the prisoners present inadvertently breathed a sigh of relief, she persevered and came back alive.

Several whip marks covered the woman's hands and feet, and her face was even more bloody and blurred, but the corners of the woman's mouth were filled with a smile, and her eyes looked at her abdomen gently, she saved the child in her womb.

"Sometimes, faith can overcome everything!" A smile also appeared on the corner of Ye Chen's mouth, and the Qilin Sword in his hand brought up a brilliant sword light, tearing apart the rain and mist, and swinging down.

As the sparks splashed, a mark thinner than a fine hair appeared on the chain