The sword is the king of a hundred soldiers, and on the Martial God Continent, the sword is respected.

However, there is a strange family on the Martial God Continent, and they use not swords, but swords.

Their swords were extremely domineering, and with the swords in their hands, this family had once bloomed brightly on the stage of the Martial God Continent.

At least, there was once a first-class sect that offended this family, but in just a few days, this sect disappeared from the Martial God Continent.

And this world-famous family of knives disappeared into the long river of history, and in just one night, this family of knives became a hell of people.

The knife broke, and countless corpses fell messily in the sea of blood. That night, the sky was drifting with snow, as light as goose feathers.

The snow fell on the corpses and melted into pools of blood. But it was among the countless corpses that a young man crawled out of the sea of corpses, his face extremely pale, and the snow falling on his face was extremely bone-piercing.

The young man's hand held a half-shattered blade, and his breath was extremely weak, as if he could die at any moment.

The figure staggered, the boy held half of the blade and disappeared into the endless wind and snow, the cold wind and snow seemed to him to be a natural enemy, ready to blow away his last breath at any time.

The thin figure and the weak breath seem to have become the symbols of the teenager.

He left the family with the half of the blade in his hand, he walked through many places, saw many people of all kinds, saw the rise of some families, the fall of some families, some laughed and some cried.

He was always dressed in a green shirt, and he had stopped in the battlefield and witnessed bloody killings, in which generals were killed in a hundred battles, horses were wrapped in corpses, and blood flowed into the sea.

Flapping his horse, he left the battlefield that had become hell, he came to the bustling street, and standing in the street, he saw the picture of fatherless and motherless children fighting with stray dogs for food in order to survive.

In the bustling street, this scene existed, and it was out of place with the surroundings, and he was silent.

With the blade in hand, he left the bustling streets and came into the ruined alleys, where he heard the cries of the women and saw the blank eyes of the children, who did not know that their heroic father had been left in the war forever

on the field. In this world, some people rejoice and some cry, but behind the bustling streets, countless people are buried crying.

He came with a blade in his hand, but as he left, he discarded the blade, which represented killing.

As much as he hated snow, he hated the killing, and after a long time, his cultivation became stronger and stronger, and as long as he walked, there was no killing there.

For the killing was gone under his sword, and no man ever saw his knife, and those who saw his knife died.

Later, he met a man, a man named the Prince, who he still remembers the first words of that man: "Killing is a sin, but the sword in your hand will melt away that sin!"

"The light of fireflies can only illuminate Fang Yuan, but it cannot illuminate this heaven and earth! And the light of the sun and moon envelops this heaven and earth! Your sword can only illuminate Fang Yuan, but it cannot illuminate heaven and earth!"

"But I can illuminate the heavens and the earth, and only by becoming the absolute lord and setting the rules can there be no killing!" Without too many words, he went away with the man who called himself the prince.

Later, his name gradually became known to the world, and the world also called him the Sword God Day.

Standing in the wind and snow, the color of remembrance in the eyes of the sun slowly dissipated, and under the reflection of the firelight, there was an extra flush on the originally white face of the day, but his breath was still weak, as if he could stop breathing at any time, and his cough was still spilled

In the wind. Raising his head, he looked at the towering sword tower, and the figure dancing with the sword fell in his eyes, "Fang Yuan is the Martial God Continent, and heaven and earth are nebula!"

"No matter who it is, no one can bring endless slaughter to the Martial God Continent! There are too many orphans without a father or mother, and this land can't bear that kind of despair, that kind of crying!"

Turning around, the sun dragged his thin figure into the thatched hut, the candles in the courtyard were extinguished, and the surroundings fell into a dead silence in vain.

On the top of the sword tower, the young man stopped, turned around, looked down at the palace building below, and said lightly: "Only after mastering Fang Yuan can we master heaven and earth, and only with Fang Yuan can we shake heaven and earth, and set the rules, so that there will be no killing, so that the snow can always be white!"

"Snowflakes are really beautiful, and only snowflakes are the purest existence in the world, aren't they?" the young man's muttering echoed in the wind, "One day, this snow will fill the entire continent, and the continent beyond the starry sky!"

The snow flew, and the young man held the broken sword again, dancing in the wind, a long time ago, maybe he had a name, but he forgot the name, he remembered that now others call him the prince.

"I'll go back if those people are still there, hehe!" the wind blew, the snow fell, and there was no trace of anyone on the sword tower.

Lonely hell, the peak of blood, Ye Chen stood alone at the hilt of the stone sword, while Gongzi Su and the others stood behind the stone sword, and there was only the whistling sound of the cold wind in the silence around them.

Raising his head, Gongzi Su looked at Ye Chen indifferently, and a hint of expectation welled up in his eyes, "Maybe he is not strong enough now, but sooner or later, his strength will be enough to kill Gongzi Yu!"

Thinking of Gongzi Yu, a trace of cold murder appeared in Gongzi Su's eyes, killing his father to prove himself, and only Gongzi Yu, a madman, could do it.

Compared with Gongzi Sun's indifferent look, Lin Dao and the others had a frenzy in their eyes, and there was no doubt that Ye Chen's strength had deeply impressed these pretentious geniuses.

Killing martial arts realm martial artists with the Spirit Martial Realm is enough to break the perception that all martial arts are ants under the martial arts.

Dressed in white, Ye Chen's eyes lowered slightly, looking at his left and right hands, two dim lights floated in his hands, one of which was Yun Feng's soul and the other was Li Ren's soul, but they both erased their sanity.

Raising his head, Ye Chen looked at the gray sky, in hell, there were no bright stars in the void at night, as long as there was a strange blood moon, the blood-red moonlight flowed like water, enveloping this vast land.

"This is definitely not a place to refine sword corpses!" A calm gaze swept across the gray void, and Ye Chen could sense that there was the aura of tens of thousands of martial artists there.

Since the bloody cleansing of the Minhou Sect, the Blood Prison has not only received a large amount of materials, but also has a reputation that is not weak, at least, the first-class sects that looked down on the Blood Prison at the beginning have also paid attention to this newly rising power, and they no longer dare to underestimate it.

And in the past few days, there have been more and more warriors around the Blood Prison, some of them have come to the Blood Prison, and some are just curious, and they have all kinds of purposes.

After the bloody cleansing of Minhou Zong, more and more tribes came to the Blood Prison to seek refuge, so the power of the Blood Prison expanded again, and the number of its Blood Prison Army also expanded again, until there were more than 10,000 Blood Prison Army.

Regarding the matter of the Blood Prison, Ye Chen still ignored it and handed it over to Liu Dong to deal with. Although Liu Dong's qualifications are not as good as Gongzi Su and others, his methods are more sophisticated than Gongzi Su and others, and he has that vicious vision, the most important thing is that Liu Dong can recognize his position.

As the saying goes, a soldier who does not want to be a general is not a good soldier. , in my old Liu's words, a sword slave who doesn't want to be the first sword slave is not a good sword slave!"

"The position of the first sword slave belongs to my Lao Liu, no matter if he is Gongzi Su or Lin Dao, no one wants to take away my Lao Liu's position!" Looking at the Blood Prison Army training below, Liu Dong's eyes showed high fighting spirit.

Raising his head and looking at the bloody peak shrouded in clouds and mist, Liu Dong's eyes showed a look of fanaticism, "This evil star is really his pervert, but with this evil star, my old Liu will get ahead sooner or later!"

On the bloody peak, above the stone sword, Ye Chen got up in vain, his eyes fell on the gray sky, he took a step forward, and his figure disappeared into the gray sky in vain.

Seeing Ye Chen's suddenly disappearing figure, Lin Dao and the others got up one after another, and a look of doubt emerged.

"I'll be in retreat for a few days, and I'll leave it to you here, if there is a foreign enemy attacking, you can just take action!" And at this moment, Ye Chen's voice appeared in vain next to Lin Dao and the others.

Hearing this, Gongzi Su and the others held their swords and bowed slightly to the void, "No!"

The void of hell is always gray, but the strange blood moon is filled with blood red.

At the end of the Hell Void, there is an endless two qi of life and death, which fills the entire space, and this void is also known as the heaven of life and death.

The heavens of life and death are boundless, shrouding the entire hell, like a layer of skin, enveloping the entire hell. In the days of life and death, there are only two qi of life and death, and these two qi of life and death are in absolute balance. Here, the silence is terrible, there is no air, there is no wind! Only the flowing two qi of life and death, and at this moment, a figure of white-clothed Shengxue emerged in the heaven of life and death, Ye Chen looked at the two qi of life and death flowing around, and there was a hint of contemplation in his eyes, "This is the heaven of life and death in Liu Dong's mouth, where life and death are here."

Absolutely balanced posture, this is somewhat similar to the silver vortex!" Taking a step forward, Ye Chen's gaze swept out, and this piece of heaven and earth seemed to have no end, and it was endless at a glance.

Glancing at the Qilin Ring on his right hand, the strange fluctuation still existed, and it was this fluctuation that severed the connection between Ye Chen and the Fire Qilin.

"I don't know how Xiaohuo is now, if I gather enough blood crystals, then Xiaohuo's badly damaged soul should also be able to recover!"

"At that time, if you take away or re-enter the reincarnation, then Xiaohuo will have a physical body again!" Ye Chen whispered, his soul power spread out wildly, just a few breaths, Ye Chen's soul had already covered thousands of zhang of territory, but he still didn't find any qi

Resting, putting away his soul power, Ye Chen opened his eyes, "It's silent here, there is no one, but it is a place to refine sword corpses!"

Ye Chen's sword finger was raised, and it fell towards the void, and faint spatial ripples spread out one after another, striking all around.

This area within a radius of dozens of zhang was imprisoned by Ye Chen in vain, and at the same time, a chill spread out in all directions, transforming into a huge glacier, behind the glacier were beating flames, and behind the flames were endless thunder.

This glacier, flame, and thunder undoubtedly formed a most basic defense, Ye Chen stepped forward, stepped into that thunder, and the life and death qi around him were forced out a few feet away.

It was only here, there were no glaciers, flames, thunder, life and death, and when he stepped into it, Ye Chen took out the five blood corpses in the Qilin Ring.

As soon as the five blood corpses appeared, their pungent smell of blood spread, and in just a few months, the confinement on this blood corpse became weaker and weaker, if it weren't for Ye Chen's frequent entry into the prohibition, the martial arts will in these blood corpses would have exploded long ago.

Even so, five terrifying pressures permeated the void. Feeling these five coercions, Ye Chen's eyes showed a little expectation, "Second sword corpse!" wW