Raising his eyes slightly, Ye Chen raised his head to look at Wang Tong, who was also surprised, and muttered softly: "Artistic conception!"

A martial robe hunted, the long sword broke away from Ye Chen's right hand and was quietly suspended in mid-air, and a green whirlwind slowly formed under Ye Chen's feet, supporting Ye Chen.

A hint of remembrance flashed in Ye Chen's dark eyes, and he muttered, "I haven't used this trick for a long time!"

When the last word fell, his body shook suddenly, he quickly held the long sword, and suddenly slashed a sword forward, and the sword shadow flashed.

The rolling whistle was as loud as thunder, and the sky was covered by shadows, and a depression from the heart slowly spread in the hearts of everyone.

Ding, a crisp sword groan sounded, followed by several sword groans, and the sword groans seemed so pleasant in that roar.

An intoxicating sword light emerged from the sky, and a sword fell into the city!

Ye Chen's artistic conception is also integrated into this sword city, this sword is Ye Chen's strongest sword!

"Allure!" The flat voice sounded slowly, and then this sword light flashed into the sky, and when the sword light dissipated, Ye Chen's figure resurfaced again.

A drop of scarlet liquid fell from the sky, and before it hit the ground, the liquid turned into C ice crystals and fell on the snow.

From a distance, in the vast snow, this scarlet stands out.

Eyes raised slightly, everyone looked towards the void in disbelief, their eyes instantly froze, and there was an extra sword mark in front of Wang Tong's body.

The sword marks seemed to be as dazzling as the extra ink spots on a picture scroll.

This sect master was actually injured? That kid was actually able to hurt the sect master?

Wang Tong was also slightly stunned as he looked at the sword marks that appeared in front of Xiōng, and a trace of solemnity flashed in his eyes.

When the previous flash of sword light flashed, Wang Tong felt a long-lost threat, such a threat that Wang Tong had only felt on opponents of the same level.

What shocked Wang Tong the most was the artistic conception contained in Ye Chen's sword, the heart-palpitating artistic conception, Wang Tong didn't expect Ye Chen's understanding of artistic conception to be so high.

The latter's cultivation was also unexpected by Wang Tong, Wang Tong shook his head slightly, and said lightly: "It seems that I still underestimate you!"

Hearing this, Ye Chen didn't respond, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked at the ice phoenix floating in the void with fear, "But that's all?" Wang Tong said lightly, his long sword was raised slightly, and a terrifying coercion permeated out.

Being injured by a junior in public, this is undoubtedly a huge blow to Wang Tong's reputation, even if Ye Chen can't take this sword, but the world will only remember that he Wang Tong can't dodge the sword of the young man in front of him.

"Concubine Xuan's song should be over!" Ye Chen muttered softly, raised his head, looked at Wang Tong, and said lightly: "I haven't used that finger for a long time!"

After speaking, the long sword in Ye Chen's hand slipped down and smashed on the snow, and the blood-red sè on the blood sword formed a stark contrast with the snow.

"One finger!" The flat voice sounded slowly, Ye Chen's figure took a few steps, his sword qi surrounded his fingertips, and finally a cold wind permeated out.

A huge sword shadow stretched out across the entire sky.

However, this was just the beginning, Ye Chen's sword finger was slightly raised, and his sword finger pointed out again.

The terrifying Suzaku fire filled his fingertips, and a huge sword shadow like a flame appeared in an instant.

Two huge sword shadows stood across, their terrifying coercion spreading, under this coercion, Ye Chen's momentum skyrocketed again, like a sharp sword out of the sheath, unstoppable.

"Three fingers!" The left finger was slightly raised, and a bō movement appeared at Ye Chen's fingertips, and an endless cold qi spread out, and a sword shadow composed of cold qi also emerged.

However, it was still not over, Ye Chen took several steps in a row, and with each step, his sword finger pointed forward.

When he took seven steps one after another, the shadows of seven swords several zhang long slowly appeared around Ye Chen, slowly surrounding Ye Chen.

When Ye Chen first entered Luoxia Pavilion, the first martial art he came into contact with was the Sword Finger, and several finger shadows converged together, resulting in a terrifying explosive power.

And Ye Chen originally pointed at the wind god, Luo Shen finger, and fire god finger, and called it the killing of hún After touching the sword finger, Ye Chen naturally improved this killing hún, and its power was even more terrifying, and this finger was also one of Ye Chen's final killing moves.

"Kill hún!" is called Kill Hún, then the one who wants to be killed is the Hún Martial Realm Warrior!

The sword finger was slightly raised, and Ye Chen's figure finally took the last step, and his sword finger pointed out, and seven sword shadows shot out with it, gathering together.

After the unity, its terrifying sword shadow skyrocketed, spanning the entire sky.

Seeing this, Ye Chen couldn't help but think of the picture of the ten thousand swords descending from the sky at the beginning of the four generations, and his sword finger was raised again, pointing out.

When a finger fell, the void sword shadow suddenly turned into a number of sword shadows, and the sword shadows continued to roar, and one after another sword shadows blasted towards the surroundings like a raging storm, and the dense sword shadows were like ocean waves, wave after wave, surging forward.

In front of the shadow of the sword in the sky, this day, this earth, this sword, is also lost at this moment.

When facing Ye Chen's finger, Wang Tong could no longer maintain the indifference on his face, this finger was too strong!

The previous sense of crisis came again, Wang Tong's body moved, the sword shadow flickered, and the loud sword groan slowly sounded, and hundreds of ice phoenixes turned into several streams of light and shot towards the tens of thousands of swords.

The high-pitched loud sound mixed with the crisp sword groan turned into waves of sound that scattered wildly in all directions, and the air shook wildly.

The space slowly cracked apart, and it was pitch black, and a whirlpool was formed where the two collided, and both the sword shadow and the ice phoenix surged towards the whirlpool.

Immediately, a shocking explosion shook everyone's eardrums, and the sky suddenly darkened, and the terrifying spatial waves spread towards the surrounding void like earth-shattering ocean waves1.

"Retreat!" Wang Tong's exclamation resounded in the sky, not only to Ye Chen, but also to the disciples of the Lianyun Sect below.

Feeling that terrifying coercion, the disciples of the Lianyun Sect avoided all around in horror, and their true qi gushed out one after another, retreating towards the mountain.

At the same time, Wang Tong also swung several swords forward one after another, and the soft energy poured down, stopping the spread of the spatial rift, but in the void, its spatial rift was still flowing.

It was the first time he felt the spatial rift so closely, and Ye Chen's face also showed a solemn sè, and the pulling force coming out of the spatial rift was terrifying.

Looking at the demon-like spatial rift around him, Ye Chen could only keep waving his palms to dissolve the pulling force, and at the same time, Ye Chen's figure was also crazy and retreated.

This pulling force was extremely terrifying, and Ye Chen's body shook slightly, losing his previous dexterity.

Bang bang! After taking a few steps back, his sword qi turbulence smashed down on Ye Chen's chest, and in this short period of hundreds of meters, Ye Chen looked extremely embarrassed, and the martial robes on his body were all shattered.

Despite the existence of the qi shield, Ye Chen's blood and qi were tumbling in front of him, and he obviously suffered a lot of internal injuries.

Seeing that the spatial rift had a tendency to spread to Lianyun Mountain, Wang Tong's face changed suddenly, his figure flickered, and the sword shadow continued.

It wasn't until a few moments later that these spatial rifts dissipated, and the sky was rarely clear, and the palpitating coercion in the void disappeared.

The long hair that was originally tied behind him was also messily draped over his shoulders at the moment, and Wang Lin looked at the figure in the distance with complicated eyes.

Compared to Wang Tong's condition, Ye Chen looked even more embarrassed, his long hair was messily draped over his shoulders, his face was also unusually pale, the martial robes on his body could only be said to be strips of rags, and a few sword marks appeared.

Blood dripping down the corners of his mouth, Ye Chen raised his head and looked at the calm void with the same solemnity, he didn't expect that his finger and Wang Tong's sword could create such a terrifying result.

However, thinking of this, a trace of joy appeared in Ye Chen's heart, the strength of this killing hún was far beyond his expectations.

The mountain path below had been destroyed and the rocks had collapsed, and the disciples of the Lianyun Sect were scattered on the rocks, looking at the two people in the void with dull eyes.

Previously, everyone felt the breath of death, and in front of that spatial rift, the strength they thought they were proud of seemed so miserable!

Looking at the two figures, everyone asked themselves, is this a strong man? @.