There seemed to be only this white light left between heaven and earth, and after the white light dissipated, its scarlet blood pillar rose into the sky.

Her eyes were instantly stunned, and Li Shiyue looked at the thin figure standing in front of her in astonishment, as well as the pillar of blood that rose to the sky.

The figure stopped, Ye Chen's figure emerged, his right arm stretched out, and he still maintained the posture of a sword.

The sword weapon glowing with cold light gently slashed through the middle-aged man's neck, and the middle-aged man's face still had a little sluggishness, and his head was thrown away, and finally rolled down on the snow.

The headless corpse was also powerless to fall from the air to the ground, smashing a pit in the snow.

Originally, with the strength of a middle-aged man, even though he was inferior to Ye Chen, he could still maneuver a few points, but he didn't expect Ye Chen to make a sudden move, and the attack was so fast.

The terrifying speed of the rain sword technique was vividly reflected in Ye Chen's sword, it was said that Ye Chen had killed the middle-aged man, but it was better to say that the middle-aged man had hit the tip of the sword himself.

With a slight glance at the tumbling head, Ye Chen withdrew his gaze.

Without the slightest pause, Ye Chen's figure shot out again, and his fierce sword qi shot out.

A shocked god appeared, and the remaining two black-clothed men jumped backwards one after another, but although they were fast, they couldn't reach Ye Chen's sword.

The sword qi gently slashed across the two of them, and several eye-catching sword marks emerged.

Looking at the two embarrassed figures, Ye Chen followed closely behind without being happy or slow, with his left hand on his back,

The sword in his right hand is in his hand, but his body does not show momentum.

It looks like a weak scholar, but it is Ye Chen who gives people a great coercion.

The edge is extremely restrained, raising the sword, Ye Chen stabbed forward unhurriedly,

The air shook, and several sword shadows emerged.

It seems to be a slow sword, but it is intoxicating and intoxicating.

However, in Ye Chen's hand, the sword bloomed with an intoxicating fragrance.

If Ye Chen's sword was intoxicating, then a sword would make people lose in that white light.

A sword fell into the city, and at this moment, the roaring cold wind also seemed to be still, and the sword that merged into Ye Chen's artistic conception truly reflected its terrifyingness.

The two black-clothed men both stared blankly at the soft sword light that shot out, and finally drew 1

passed his neck and died, and the two of them still had heavy expressions on their faces.

The scarlet pillar of blood rose into the sky again, and the two corpses smashed down weakly, smashing beside Moon Scar and the others.

Jī raised a stream of blood, Moon Scar and the others all looked up suddenly, and in their sight, red raindrops fell in the void that was swallowed by black sè, and a young man held a sword, standing quietly in the void.

The three headless corpses on the ground looked so eye-catching at this moment, and this scene was deeply imprinted in everyone's minds and could not be erased.

Collecting the sword, blood dripping down the tip of the sword, Ye Chen turned to look at Li Shiyue, and said lightly: "The four of them will be handed over to me, and you will be responsible for the rest of the people in black!"

Facing Ye Chen's bland face, Li Shiyue still felt stunned, she really couldn't imagine why even after killing three Qi Martial Realm martial artists, his face was still as plain as before.

Without waiting for Li Shiyue to listen to her words, Ye Chen held his sword and rushed down.

The wolf enters the flock, which describes Ye Chen today.

The momentum was extremely fierce, especially after Ye Chen killed the three Qi Martial Realm martial artists at will, everyone looked at Ye Chen with jealousy in their eyes.

"Stop him!" At this moment, the four black-robed old men finally felt threatened, and the situation present was only reversed because of this young man.

Before the words fell, the black-clothed people who were originally besieging the Moon Scars gathered together one after another, trying to suppress people with momentum.

The power of the ant can shake the sky After the baptism of several generations of Moon God Sword Intent, this momentum seemed so powerless in front of Ye Chen's eyes.

The figure was like the falling snow, Ye Chen's figure was light and fluttering, directly piercing out of several black-clothed people, and the sword weapon in his hand seemed to gently slash through the neck of the black-clothed person.

The geese left a sound, the sword left a trace, and its scarlet pillar of blood rose into the sky again.

Several corpses still kept rushing forward, and the tossed heads stood out.

The cold wind blew, and several corpses collapsed with a bang, and the sound of the fall seemed so harsh.

Several black-clothed people were killed by a sword in the blink of an eye, looking at the figure that turned into a phantom, Li Shiyue couldn't help but forget to do it.

A dangerous aura came, and the four black-robed old men all gathered together.

Therefore, the predicament of the three Moon Scars was also resolved, and their bodies quickly retreated backwards, until they were dozens of meters away from the four black-robed old men, and only then did they stop their bodies and look forward with the same eyes.

With a slight step, every time Ye Chen took a random step, his figure turned into an illusion.

A trace of shock appeared on his pale face, and Moon Scar looked at this scene in disbelief, strange, that kid's attainment in body art was so high.

As soon as he appeared, he killed several famous martial arts realm martial artists, thinking about this, the moon scar face also sank, compared to that kid, he was obviously embarrassed.

The Moon Scars were extremely embarrassed, and the black-robed old men were also uncomfortable, and the swords of the Moon Scars also left eye-catching sword marks on them.

Therefore, the Moon Scars have reached the point where the oil has run out, and the true qi in the bodies of the black-robed old men is not enough for two layers in the past, and with the injuries, the strength of several people is less than the previous three percent.

No one expected that Ye Chen's Cheng would bite the gold halfway, and after looking at each other, the four of them retreated with great tacit understanding.

The four of them jumped in different directions, and in this asymmetrical situation of strength, the four black-robed old men actually escaped?

, "Since you're here, then why bother leaving!" Ye Chen's whole person swayed forward.1 In an instant, he stepped through the void and went straight into the distance, and the space around him was dàng rippling.

Seeing this, Li Shiyue's eyes flashed with a little complicated sè, and she called softly: "Follow the wind, don't chase, be careful of an ambush!"

Hearing this, Ye Chen's figure did not decrease, and a flat voice slowly floated out of Ye Chen's mouth: "Don't forget, fake hún martial realm, I have killed it!"

The plain words gave people an inexplicable chill, and under the night, the sword shadows poured out like flowing water, connecting the sky and the earth, and hundreds of sword shadows rotated around Ye Chen's side so strangely.

A sword shook the world, and as Ye Chen's sword fell, hundreds of sword shadows shot out, directly submerging the fleeing figures.

Before even the screams could be heard, the bodies of the four black-robed old men turned into fragments and scattered.

The wind passed, the sword dispersed, and the village under the night fell silent again, and in the void, the thin figure stood proudly.

Putting away the long sword, Ye Chen glanced at Moon Scar and the others lightly, and his figure fell lightly on top of a dilapidated attic, ignoring Moon Scar and the others.

However, Li Shiyue took out some pills and handed them over to a few people, and because she was afraid that the people in black would have backup, Li Shiyue took Ye Chen and a few people towards the original stronghold.

After a few people left, several figures emerged in the void, and they were the peak masters of the four peaks of the Sword God, led by Huang Wushuang.

Looking at the backs of Ye Chen and the others leaving, Huang Wushuang muttered softly, "This kid is ruthless!"

The peak masters of the other three peaks all smiled, this Ye Chen was lucky, the four black-robed old men were all at the end of the crossbow, but they suffered a few people from the moon scar, and they worked hard for so long, and in the end, they still let Ye Chen be majestic.

Sensing the gods of the other three, Huang Wushuang shook his head slightly, and couldn't help but think of a thin figure on the long sword path in front of him, and muttered softly: "Is it really good luck?"

This night was destined to be a night of killing, and after the dawn of the sky fell, the villages within thousands of miles of the Sword God Mountain Range were more or less slaughtered, and the Sword God guards who heard the news gradually cleaned up those black-clothed forces.

However, all this was not the same as Ye Chen and the others, standing on the treetops, Ye Chen's eyes were closed, slowly cultivating.

The three of them were sitting on the ground and cultivating, and the night of fighting made several people feel physically and mentally exhausted.

However, Li Shiyue did not cultivate, and looked at the sky with complicated eyes, not knowing what she was thinking. @。