The flying snow flakes stood still in the void, and a slender figure stepped into the air, and the martial clothes fluttered.

Several extremely powerful sword lights surged behind him, and several monstrous wills rolled out.

A crisp sword groan sounded, and a sword qi visible to the naked eye expanded out, tearing a crack into pieces.

After this rift surfaced, the prince's realm was no longer without flaws.

Bang! One step into the air, this roar seemed to resound in everyone's ears, deafening.

The spatial ripples echoed in the cracks, and several powerful breaths diffused.

Almost at the same time, everyone's eyes looked towards the spatial ripples, and when the sword light flickered, a slender figure emerged.

Walking out slowly, his expression was not shocked, the man raised his head, his slightly closed eyes slowly opened, and his star-like eyes looked down to meet the prince's gaze.

"You still made a move!" the prince whispered, a helpless smile at the corner of his mouth: "Always, you are not willing to become a chess piece!"

At the same time as seeing that person, Mu Chen and the others were shocked in their hearts: "Martial God Pride!"

"Among the three legends, only the arrogant son has no killing intent towards me!" Mu Chen remembered Ye Chen's words, and now that this arrogant son has appeared, is he going to meddle in this matter?

The chess pieces formed by the condensation of snow floc stopped in the void, and one of its domain fluctuations spread out in all directions, which was the domain of the proud son.

Slightly relieved, Ye Chen's fist swung out again, shattering the flying white sons.

Stepping into the air, every step of the proud son fell, and the entire void shook wildly, as if it couldn't withstand his steps.

The proud son raised his head, and a chill welled up in his star-like eyes: "Because, I have a reason to have to make a move!"

Saying this, the proud son suddenly turned around, looked at the fire qilin, and bowed slightly: "I have seen three generations of fire qilin predecessors!"

The voice was not sad or happy, but there was a look of respect in the words, and anyone could hear this respectful charm.

The unicorn phantom hovered in the void, and the fire unicorn stepped on the sea of fire, looking at the proud son with a somewhat solemn expression, and a trace of suspicion flashed in his eyes, this feeling was a very familiar feeling.

"The reason why I have to make a move, that's why I said, except for the five generations, you are undoubtedly the most mysterious person!" the prince said lightly, and with one step into the air, his tens of thousands of chess pieces circled around again, bringing up a sword wind that reached the sky.

The sword wind rolled up the snow, and its wind and snow storm swirled around the arrogant son.

Puff puff! Proud Ziyun looked at the windswept wind and snow lightly, and whispered, "Do you still need to be tempted between you and me?"

A touch of demonic flames flowed out of the fingertips of the proud son, and the point of the proud son's sword fluttered lightly in the void, and the demonic flames fell on the surrounding wind and snow like sparks.

A little spark can set the prairie on fire, not to mention this cluster of flames, just for a moment, the surroundings of the proud son turned into a sea of fire, and the wind and snow touched by the sea of fire dissipated strangely.

"As the guardian of the fifth generation of the green dragon, you are too weak!" A whisper sounded in Qingjue's ears in vain, and Qingjue looked at the proud son with a stunned expression, and the green dragon mark at the center of his eyebrows was a little scorching.

"Origin Fire!" The fire qilin stared at the proud son, and the suspicious look in his eyes gradually dissipated, replaced by a smile: "Finally appeared, five generations of qilin!"

Although the voice of the fire unicorn was low, it still echoed in the sky. The words of the fire qilin were like throwing a boulder into a calm lake, stirring up one after another monstrous waves.

In an instant, the martial arts will in the void was stagnant, and everyone's eyes looked at the proud son at the same time, this guy is the fifth generation of Qilin?

"Five generations of Qilin?" Ye Chenjian frowned slightly, and his expression was also a little stunned, the Qilin controlled the four ancient clans, and the rulers of the four ancient clans were the guardians of the past dynasties, and the Qilin was also the guardian of the past dynasties.

Like the Fire Qilin, he once controlled the four ancient clans, and was the third generation of the Fire Qilin.

The snow floc fell quietly on the prince's fingertips, and the prince's right hand was also frozen in the void, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth: "Qi, this Qiqi should be Qi!"

"That's why I said, you're very mysterious!" the prince chuckled, he had also sent someone to investigate the proud son, but the identity of the proud son was extremely simple, an orphan, who was brought back to the Martial God Temple by the emperor when he was young.

The only information in the prince's hands was that when Huang Pu first asked what his name was, he replied yes!

The strange flames danced, and the light of the fire illuminated the heavens and the earth. Under the backdrop of the firelight, the proud son's face was still so indifferent, and he stepped out of the air, and the elders of the Martial God Hall who followed him came out with swords one after another, and the sharp sword light cut through the sky, heading straight for the sword god Ri Gong and the others below. A situation of parity changed with the arrival of Huang Pu and the others, just the number of martial arts realm martial artists, Ye Chen was no less convenient than the crown prince.

The martial arts realm spread out, and with every step he took, the momentum on the proud son became stronger, and when facing the prince, he didn't have any carelessness in his heart.

Although the Martial God Son, the Sword Divine Son, and the Moon God Prince are known as the three legends of this era, the proud son knows that among the three, the Holy Son is the weakest, and the prince's strength is the most weird and unfathomable.

The forces of the martial arts realm collided together, the void shook, and the falling snow floc also lost its previous charm, dancing wildly, a little uncontrollable.

"This is a battle between me and the five generations, and no one can interfere!"

"As for the proud son, so are you!" the prince said indifferently, and the figure took a step forward, and the moment his steps fell short, the whole world fell silent, and the heavens and the earth no longer trembled.

"I can't make a move, I can't help you!" said the arrogant son coldly, the chill in his eyes became stronger and stronger, the killing rules appeared on the arrogant son for the first time, when the arrogant son stepped on Ye Chenzhou's side, its killing rules completely exploded, merging into the Qilin Origin Fire.

The flickering Qilin Origin Fire became murderous, and the martial arts realm of more than 9,000 zhang spread out, and the arrogant son was like the master of heaven and earth.

The oppression was approaching, Ye Chen wiped away the blood from the corners of his mouth, his sword eyebrows frowned slightly, although most of the pressure of the proud son was towards the prince, but just the aftermath gave people a terrifying oppression, "This is the true strength of the proud son!"

"But the rules of this chess game are set by me, and no one can break this rule, not the five generations, and neither can you!" The aura of the scroll between the eyebrows gradually dissipated, replaced by indifference. The prince's breath is like the fluttering snow, fluctuating, sometimes like a deep pool of stagnant water, sometimes like a raging sea. Millions of white sons swirled around the prince, and phantoms came out of the white wind and snow, completely composed of snowflakes.

There were terrifying wills circulating on these phantoms, and at the same time, these wills were completely different, some as hot as flames, some as piercing as bone.

"The will of the tenth world!" The flying snow flocculation drowned out the figures of Ye Chen and Jiaozi, and the figures of the two gradually became hazy.

His face changed slightly, and his eyes stared at the phantoms that came from the air: "This guy actually evolved such a magical power!"

The sharp sound of breaking wind resounded in Ye Chen's ears, and the surrounding darkness had been replaced by snow, and in the vast white world, only flying snow was left in the dead silence.

"Even I can barely hold the prince for a moment, now you can't stop the prince's attack, retreat quickly!" The proud son's voice echoed in Ye Chen's ears, and at the same time, Ye Chen's perception had lost the aura of the proud son.

The breath of the proud son completely dissipated in the vast snow, even the breath of other people, such as the fire qilin, Mu Chen, the fat man, and so on.

The snow fluttered past the corners of Ye Chen's mouth, and its cold feeling still remained on it.

Staring at this white world, the corners of Ye Chen's mouth instead raised a smile: "Indeed, whether you are or you are proud, you are very strong!"

"If you survive this tribulation, you will break out of your cocoon and become a butterfly, otherwise you will fall, and I will know this when I step into the sixth layer of the Sword Tomb!"

"Even if I die for a lifetime, I also have to fight for the only remaining life!" Ye Chen's sharp sword light like a sword looked straight ahead, the Qilin Sword in Ye Chen's hand was raised again, he didn't have much time, only eight breaths, after eight breaths, the true qi in his whole body was exhausted.

"Kill!" A hoarse roar echoed out, Ye Chen suddenly took out his sword, the rain sword technique, a sword that merged into Ye Chen's lifelong killing intent, this killing intent can punish the sky and destroy the earth.

The nine wills were condensed, Ye Chen looked like a killing god, the killing intent was infinite, and the terrifying sword swept through the vast white world, tore the upside-down snow wool, and submerged into the wind and snow in front of him.

The moment the sword fell, the void suddenly became distorted, and with a light tremble, a slender figure emerged, and it was the crown prince.

The prince looked indifferently at the sword light that shot in front of him, his sleeve robe waved, and the surrounding snowflakes danced wildly, forming a snow lotus, and the snow lotus was ready to bloom, from nothing.

The brilliant sword light fell on the snow lotus petals, and its Qilin Sword suddenly froze, and a strange wave swept over, and the momentum on Ye Chen's body was also stagnant.

"One breath!" The Moon God Mark was filled with brilliant light, Ye Chen flipped over, and the Qilin Sword was provoked again, bringing up one afterimage after another, and the afterimages condensed together, and fell again, "Melt my killing intent in the world, kill!"

The swirling snow lotus was covered with cracks, like delicate flowers, which could not withstand the baptism of the storm and were directly destroyed.

Ice chips flew one after another, entangled the Qilin Sword, and an uncomfortable feeling surged into Ye Chen's heart, and the sword qi spreading out around was frozen at this moment, and the sharp sword momentum was only broken because of this ice chip.

"Five generations, are you the only one who controls the rules of ice?" The prince's voice swayed in the wind, and the prince under the wind and snow looked even more mysterious, and a blooming snow lotus swirled around his palm: "Nine wills, not enough!"

"Then there will be ten wills!" Ye Chen roared out, earth-shattering, and the snow that fell in front of him immediately turned into nothingness, and at the center of his eyebrows, the Moon God Mark was filled with a more brilliant light.

Poof! A will surged up in Ye Chen's body again, the tenth will, the second generation of the will of the moon god!