Four pieces of Moon God Peiyu emerged beside Ye Chen, and four completely different sword intents condensed out.

Four sword intent phantoms emerged in different directions, Ye Chen's sword fingers were raised, and the four sword shadows spun apart, merging into the heavens and the earth.

Ye Chen took a step forward, and his spatial ripples appeared at the soles of his feet.

In the gray void, a dazzling thunderbolt tore through the blood mist, swept across the sky, and illuminated the world.

The blood-red blood moon hung in the sky, the cold wind swept by, and the dark clouds covered the poignant moonlight.

A depressing aura spread in the void, Ye Chen knew that it was going to rain, click, another thunderbolt flashed through the sky, and then, the rain fell like a galloping horse.

The rain fell and fell into the blood mist, turning into blood droplets.

Ye Chen stood in the rain like this, his eyes slowly closed, his sword pointed down, and the aura of heaven and earth around him spun wildly, forming a whirlpool, surging towards the void around Ye Chen!

"Sword Array, Qi!" Ye Chen muttered softly, the artistic conception is not only the reflection of life, Ye Chen uses a generation of sword intent as a guide to build a generation of dreams.

"Immersed in the dream world you have built!" Ye Chen whispered, the rain washed his face, and his long dancing hair gradually fell down, clinging to him.

Life is like a dream, who can say clearly! Ye Chen's will gradually blurred, despite the perception of several months, he completely understood the sword intent of a generation, maybe he also saw the life of a generation.

It was a barren world, with yellow sand flying and a scorching sun hanging lonely in the sky.

A young man pulls a thin horse, wandering alone in the world of dust and sand, with a long sword, a sword, a figure, a thin horse, and a lonely sun tied behind him.

The yellow sand rolled, and every time the young man took a step, the tumbling sand and dust stopped rolling.

The skinny horse neighed, slightly irritable, and paced back and forth with its four hooves, leaving hooves on the soft hills.

The young man gently patted the horse's back, and the irritable thin horse calmed down in vain, and the young man raised his head, looked at the tumbling dust and sand in front of him, and chuckled: "You are already here, why don't you show up!"

The wind swept through the sky and made a whirring sound, and its dust fell, and several figures emerged from the tumbling dust and sand, and these people all exuded a strong aura.

The most terrifying thing is that these people have a pungent smell of blood on their bodies, and they are obviously outlaws.

"You're the sword-wielder!" said a middle-aged man hoarsely, his eyes fixed on the long sword behind the young man's back.

There are no swords in this world, but recently, a young man appeared on the continent, holding a strange blade called a sword.

"Yes!" the young man replied lightly, "Everyone's something?"

"I heard that you once made a bold statement that the sword weapon is the first of a hundred soldiers!" The middle-aged man held a spear in his hand, a blood-red spear, "Today, we are here to see this so-called sword!"

"Do you really want to see it?" The young man's eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze stopped on the tumbling dust and sand, and his body did not exude a strong aura, like a weak scholar.

"I want to see!" The middle-aged man's tone was firm, this is a world where a hundred soldiers compete for hegemony, guns and sticks are prevalent, and the so-called sword weapons can be called the head of a hundred soldiers?

"Yes!" the young man nodded with a smile, his hand rested on the hilt of the sword behind his back, and the sword rose, and a brilliant sword light emerged, and in an instant, this sword light dissipated.

Under the afterglow, a three-foot Qingfeng was held in the hand of the young man, and a drop of blood-red liquid flowed from the sword body that oozes cold light.

Dozens of corpses fell, blood stained the yellow sand all over the ground! The young man put away his sword, "If you see it, you will die!"

"Because the sword is used to kill!" the young man took out a white handkerchief, wiped the blood from the sword, and gently patted the thin horse, which stepped over the red yellow sand and disappeared into the afterglow of the setting sun.

Passing through the rolling yellow sand desert with his sword, the young man came to a lonely mountain covered with weeds.

There was a figure standing on the lonely mountain, an old man, hunting in martial clothes, the old man turned around, looked down at the young man who came on horseback below, and said lightly: "You are the one who challenged me?"

"Yes!" the young man nodded with a smile, his eyes calmly looking at the old man standing on the steep peak.

"Why challenge the old man!" the old man said lightly, he has been famous in the Martial God Continent for decades, and countless young talents come to challenge every year, but before each challenge, he asks this sentence, some people are famous, and some people are profitable.

"Because of loneliness!" the young man said with a smile, the autumn wind was whistling, and the withered yellow weeds flew up and fell on the young man, and the young man raised his hand and grabbed the falling grass roots: "It is also lonely!"

The young man gently held the hilt of the sword, his eyes showed a hint of loneliness, he had come all the way, and he had seen a lot of warriors, but few of them were worthy of his sword, and those who were worthy of the sword had become a cold corpse.

"Because of loneliness!" the old man's eyes showed a hint of surprise, how could they not be lonely when they were able to come so far.

The warrior is accompanied by loneliness all the way, and in the end it will become more and more lonely, and the only thing that remains unchanged is this world, the old man chuckled lightly, took a step, and shot towards the young man: "The old man promised your challenge!"

A sword suddenly appeared, the young man held the sword, and a sword stabbed out, a sword that was extremely simple! The sword rose, the blood flashed, and the old man's body fell weakly on the pile of dry grass.

The young man put away his sword, dismounted, and walked towards the lonely peak with his sword, since he held his sword, he had not been defeated, and no one could catch his sword, even those so-called strong people.

Standing on top of the lonely peak, the young man stood in the middle of the grass, holding a sword in one hand and a wine jug in the other, drinking and dancing with a sword.

Drunken sword dance, this dance is a few years, in these years, countless strong people have come here to challenge the youth, but still no one can take the simple sword of the youth.

For each warrior, the sword of the youth is different, a simple sword skill has evolved into thousands of sword skills, just ten years, this era of a hundred soldiers to fight for hegemony suddenly ended, and the era of swordsmen came.

A famous swordsman emerged from the Martial God Continent, and just one person and one sword changed the pattern of the entire continent.

A famous swordsman gathered around the lonely mountain, looking at the figure standing on the lonely peak and dancing the sword, and the mysterious sword skills made many swordsmen intoxicated.

"I've seen Shizun!" a young man came with a sword, landed on one knee, and looked at the sword-dancing figure with a respectful expression.

"I've seen Master!" said many swordsmen who also landed on one knee with respectful expressions. But the young man still didn't stop, he drank and danced his sword at the same time.

For three years, tens of thousands of swordsmen occupied around Lone Peak. For these swordsmen, the young man did not mind his sword skills being learned, or he was even willing to let others learn them.

Although the young man never admitted that these swordsmen were his disciples, the swordsmen present regarded this young man as a master in their hearts.

In the fourth year, the Martial God Continent suffered the greatest disaster in history, the alien nebula, and the people of the Tiangang Continent suddenly began to invade the Martial God Continent and slaughtered the humans on the Martial God Continent.

Scenes of inhumane slaughter were staged on the Martial God Continent, and the warriors of the Martial God Continent also flocked to the Martial God Continent one after another, starting to fight with foreign enemies for the first time.

It's just that the warriors on the Martial God Continent can't resist the offensive of foreign enemies, and the situation is getting more and more tragic, and the people of the entire Martial God Continent are struggling to survive, and the sea of blood is everywhere.

A warrior who survived rushed to Gufeng one after another, asking for the young man's shot, the young man did not hesitate, he came out with a sword, a green coat, and a three-foot green peak.

It was this person who saved the situation of the entire continent with a sword, and in the face of those cruel foreign enemies, the young man was still killed with a sword, and thousands of sword skills evolved in his hands, and he was followed by hundreds of thousands of swordsmen, who witnessed this scene.

In just three months, the foreign enemies who invaded the entire Martial God Continent all died under the sword of the young man! The turbulent continent once again returned to its former tranquility, but the only difference was that everyone knew that there was a sword in the Martial God Continent, and the existence of a person.

That person's surname is Yue, the name of the god!The god of the moon!Solve the last foreign enemy, the young man did not return to the lonely peak, but came to a mountain range with undulating peaks, on this mountain range, he established a sect, the Sword God Gate!

Hundreds of thousands of swordsmen gathered at the Sword God Gate, chanting that the young man should be the master! The martial artists of the entire continent also rushed to the Sword God Mountain Range and worshiped the Sword God Gate, and so far, the Martial God Continent ushered in a new era, the Moon God Era.

The situation of the entire continent was in the hands of the Sword God Sect, but the young man, as before, stood at the peak of the peak called Sword God Peak, dancing with a sword, and one after another simple and complex sword skills emerged in his hands.

Tens of thousands of Sword God disciples stood on the peak, and the surrounding peaks looked at the figure of the sword dancing motionlessly.

The young man is the ancestor of the sword, the teacher of the swordsman, and he has no reservations about the sword skills he knows, and he has practiced them over and over again.

It's just that every day, the young man will wield an extremely simple sword style, this sword style is very simple, at least most of the people present can use this sword technique.

At this time, the young man would look blankly at the sword in his hand and whisper, "Who am I?"

A sword stabbed out lightly, and the simple sword style evolved into thousands of sword skills, and the young man's eyes became more and more dazed: "The more seemingly simple things are, the less simple they are, this sword seems simple, but there are very few people who can understand it, it can be seen that simplicity is learning, simplicity is the order side of the mystery, and it also protects the mystery!" The young man's words echoed in the mountain peaks, his figure stopped in vain, the sword in his hand hung down, grabbed the wine jug, the young man took a long sip, raised his head, looked up at the blue void, the dazed eyes receded like a tide, replaced by firmness, "I am not a generation of moon gods, I am the fifth generation, the master of the Ye family, the emperor of the blood prison!"

At this moment, the young man smiled, and the surrounding picture shattered