Ye Chen walked forward, walking towards the white vast heaven and earth, his figure gradually disappeared into the wind and snow.

"Five generations!" looked at the figure that was fading away, and whispered.

Hearing this, Ye Chen's figure stopped, and the cold wind blew the long ink-like hair behind Ye Chen, but the falling snowflakes dyed it white.

"I'll be back in three days! Now I'm going to find an answer!" The roaring cold wind drowned out Ye Chen's voice, and finally, the flying snowflakes also drowned Ye Chen's figure.

"The fifth generation said that he will be back in three days!Then we can wait here!" Juelin whispered as he patted Qingjue's shoulder lightly.

If the Sword God Sect is not a sect, then the next Zongbi has nothing to do with the Sword God Gate.

However, after Ye Chen swept away the Sect of the Sect, the Sword God Sect had advanced to a second-rate sect.

Although the Sword God Sect does not need to participate in the sect comparison between the second-rate sects in this session, according to the rules of the sect ratio, the Sword God Sect can only leave after the second-rate sect sect is over.

This so-called regulation actually exists with the rules mentioned by Ye Chen last time, if there are sects in the second-rate sects that want to challenge all the second-rate sects, then the Sword God Sect must also participate.

The wind and snow were getting stronger and stronger, and Qing Jue and the others stood in the wind and snow, looking motionlessly at the direction in which Ye Chen left.

The snow has already covered the figures of Qingjue and others, and Qingjue and others are still not moving, so they are waiting for the return of the five generations.

Perhaps because of Ye Chen's words, Qing Jue and the others firmly believe that the five generations in three days will regain their past style.

Under the starlight, the snow floc flew, and the snow floc in the sky seemed to be unable to bear the weight of the starlight, and fell weakly on the ice.

The sea is boundless, and so is its ice. Yet on one of the islands of the sea, its faint lights swayed in the wind.

It's an isolated island, lifeless, white.

At this moment, a black-robed young man appeared silently on the isolated island, and its endless black fog filled the sky over the island.

In an instant, the isolated island disappeared silently into the wind and snow. And in the six corners of the isolated island stood six blood-colored figures, and the pungent smell of blood permeated these six figures.

Standing at the top of the mountain, the black-robed young man looked down at the white world below, and in the white world, a shadow shuttled through the snow, looming.

The bright sword light affected the flying snow around him, and the cold moonlight fell on the shadow, and also on the peerless face.

The moonlight fell into the cold eyes, but the moonlight could not dispel the indifference in those eyes, as indifferent as snow.

Dancing, her sword gives life to the snowflakes that they shouldn't have, and the snowflakes flutter around them like butterflies.

A fluctuation of artistic conception blends into this heaven and earth, and it seems that only that flying figure is left between heaven and earth. The black-robed youth's gaze shook with that shadow, "Very beautiful person, very beautiful sword!"

"A sword like snow, a person like snow, a thousand rivers of snow!" the black-robed young man whispered.

"It's a pity, you're also the prey of the game, and now the game has begun!" the black-robed young man chuckled.

"When the fifth generation sees you riding under my crotch, I don't know what kind of expression he will have!" Under the moonlight, the corner of the black-robed young man's mouth raised an inexplicable smile.

The snow fell, the sword stopped, the fluttering figure stopped in vain, Qianchuan Xue raised her head, looked at the figure above indifferently, and said lightly: "You don't understand him!"

Despite being hundreds of meters away, the black-robed young man still heard Qian Chuanxue's words, "I heard that the fifth generation once said a word for you, if you marry, I will break through the imperial capital!"

"If I move you, how will he react? I'm looking forward to that day!" the black-robed young man said lightly.

"So, you don't understand him!" Despite being caught, Chikawa Xue's face was as good as ever, and her tone was as indifferent as ever.

"I hate the composure in your eyes, what, do you think I won't touch you now?" said that, the black-robed young man's gaze swept back and forth on Qianchuan Xue, and there was a scorching color in his eyes.

The snow fell, and Qianchuan Xue's figure loomed in the wind and snow, and said lightly: "So what!"

"I know, you still have a fantasy in your heart, fantasizing that the fifth generation of that guy will come!" The black-robed young man shook his head and chuckled: "However, you didn't know that I met him today, and he also had a fight, and his strength is much stronger than I imagined!"

"It's a pity, in the end, it's just an ant from the Lingwu Realm, according to the rules of the game, that guy is destined to fall, so you don't have any illusions!" The black-robed young man didn't know why he hated the calmness in Qianchuan Xue's eyes so much.

"You can't stop him, no one can stop him, you don't understand this!" A hint of laughter bloomed at the corner of Qianchuan Xue's mouth, at least in the eyes of the black-robed youth, this was the first time he had seen Qianchuan Xue's smile. "Fast update, no ads, Bayi Chinese"

"Lingwu Realm ant, you overestimate him!" the black-robed young man said lightly: "Moreover, I not only hate the calmness in your eyes, but also your laughter!"

"Really?" Qian Chuanxue ignored the black-robed young man, holding his sword, his figure drifted in the wind and snow again, and a strange artistic conception fluctuated.

The black-robed young man's eyes narrowed slightly, looking at the sword weapon in Qian Chuanxue's hand, and an inexplicable smile flashed on his face.

"Forget your feelings!" the black-robed young man whispered, dozens of days ago, the blood shadow plundered Qianchuan Xue from the Sword God Gate, but the black-robed young man never made a move on Qianchuan Xue.

Instead, he trapped Qianchuan Xue on this island, which was called Forgetful Island, which was originally a martial arts realm martial artist's cultivation place hundreds of years ago.

Later, the martial arts realm martial artist fell, and the island was occupied by the black-robed youth, and the sword in Qianchuan Xue's hand was originally inserted in the island, and later under the deliberate arrangement of the black-robed youth, Qianchuan Xue was allowed to get the sword.

The name of the sword is forgetful, it was originally the saber of the martial arts realm martial artist! Forgetting the love island, that martial arts realm martial artist cultivates the artistic conception of forgetting feelings, and its forgetting love sword contains the artistic conception of her life.

When Qianchuan Xue held the Forgetful Sword, its terrifying artistic conception directly destroyed Qianchuan Xue's original artistic conception, coupled with the deliberate arrangement of the black-robed youth, gradually, Qianchuan Xue had sunk into the artistic conception of Forgetfulness.

"Whether you want it or not, the artistic conception of forgetfulness has been integrated into your soul, and the seeds of the artistic conception of forgetfulness have been planted in the depths of your soul!"

"Forgetfulness, if one day, will you be able to forget your feelings again!" the black-robed young man chuckled: "It's a very interesting game, isn't it?"

The figure of the black-robed young man gradually dissipated at the end, but his voice still hovered in the wind and snow.

Putting away the sword, Qianchuan Xue looked at the sword in her hand with a slightly blank look, and two eye-catching words appeared on the sword body: forgetfulness!

As the black-robed young man said, Qianchuan Xue's artistic conception has unconsciously turned into forgetfulness, and the seed of forgetfulness that is buried in the depths of the soul has gradually sprouted.

Qianchuan Xue wants to get rid of this forgetful mood, but she knows that unless her soul is destroyed, that seed of forgetfulness will always affect her.

But Qianchuan Xue firmly believed in himself and stopped the sword, Qianchuan Xue looked at the endless void and muttered softly: "You don't understand him, and you don't understand me either!"

As the words fell, Qianchuan Xue's sword flew again, and one after another strange artistic conception fluctuations spread out, blending into the void, as if passing through time and space.

In the white vast world, a figure wandered in the wind and snow, Ye Chen raised his head, looked at the west with a slightly blank look, and whispered: "A strange feeling!"

His eyes were closed again, and Ye Chen continued to walk towards the wind, dissipating into the snow.

A strange wave pervades the island of Forgetfulness, and under this fluctuation, the island of forgetfulness becomes hazy and looming in the wind and snow.

Six blood-colored figures were suspended in mid-air, their yin wind gusted, and the black-robed young man raised his head and looked at the six figures in front of him, an inexplicable smile flashed in his eyes.

Sword Soul Technique!The Holy Son's exercises, now that the Holy Son has cultivated to the seventh turn, that is to say, he has carried out the seventh seizure, and the six blood-colored figures in front of him are his previous body.

Within each body there are terrifying fluctuations, and those fluctuations are the fluctuations of the rules.

"Six rules, six supernatural powers!" the black-robed young man whispered, this was his hole card, a hole card that no one knew.

"The seventh realm, the next thing is to stimulate the bloodline in the seventh realm, a generation of bloodlines, I don't know if I can awaken the bloodline of a generation!" The scarlet tongue licked his lips, and the black-robed youth whispered.

"Disperse!" the black-robed young man said lightly, the six blood-colored figures in front of him dissipated in vain, and at the same time, the figure of the black-robed young man gradually blurred and disappeared.

Above the endless void, a stone block thousands of zhang wide stands in the sky, on the stone, the mountains and rocks are lined up, the lakes are everywhere, and its scenery is extremely beautiful.

Sword God Island was so strangely suspended in mid-air, its endless sword qi transforming in the void.

From time to time, the sound of sword groans resounded from within the Sword God Island, and at this moment, two figures walked out of the endless void.

A figure, white hair like snow, with endless dead air in his empty eyes, Mu Chen.

Another figure, holding a long sword, is slightly fat, but its gaze is enough to cut through gold and stone, Xiao Fat.

The terrifying soul power swept out, Xiao Fatzi's eyes were closed, and he opened his eyes in vain and whispered: "There is no breath of Qianchuan Snow in Sword God Island. ”

"In the same way, the Sword God Hall Master, many elders, and the breath of the Holy Son don't have it!" Xiao Fat Man whispered, turned around, and walked towards the endless void with his sword: "Go to Fengzong Island!"

Mu Chen didn't speak, just looked at the Sword God Island coldly, turned around, and followed after Xiao Fatzi.

And after the two of them disappeared, several terrifying auras erupted in the Sword God Island, and several powerful souls swept through the place......