Chapter 811 In his hands, killing has become an art

Ice Condensation! The void was shrouded in cold air, and its cold air condensed into ice in vain, and spread out in all directions with the Peerless Forest as the center.

The ice condensed out, and the cold air also enveloped Qingjie and the man in black.

Several momentum erupted, and the terrifying momentum shattered the spreading figure, and at the same time, the ice also blocked the attack of the four men in black.

Qing Jue Darkness breathed a sigh of relief, and raised his left hand, its endless wind surrounding it, shattering the ice that spread in.

"The rules of ice!" The man in black who spoke out earlier raised his sword, and his sword aura was shocking, and the sword qi directly shattered the surrounding ice.

"White Tiger Clan!" When they sensed this cold aura, the expressions of several black-clothed people changed.

Jue Lin turned his head slightly, and said to several White Tiger Clan people behind him: "Absolute will, absolute ruthlessness, absolute nothing, you three of you will kill that man in black with me!"

"And the rest of them will go down to assist the Qinglong clan people in killing the incoming enemy!" Jue Lin quickly commanded, while holding the sword weapon behind his back, looking at the man in black with a cold gaze, "Two foreign enemies, very good!"

His eyes were full of killing intent, and as the words of the Absolute Forest floated out, the Absolute Forest kicked his feet, and his body turned into a streamer of light and rushed towards the four black-clothed people.

The three White Tiger Clan members were all behind the Peerless Forest, and the momentum of the four Spirit Martial Realm warriors exploded, and the terrifying momentum swept towards the four black-clothed people.

For a while, above the void, a coercion condensed on the Jielin and the others, seeing this, Qing Jue chuckled: "These dogs collude with foreign enemies, damn it!"

For a moment, five breaths tightly locked the four men in black. Apparently. In terms of numbers, the Qinglong clan already has an advantage.

The White Tiger Clansmen who were originally standing behind Ye Chen also rushed towards the Wolong Valley below, and the cold air flowed down like flowing water, directly freezing several people in black.

The White Tiger Clansmen who accompanied Ye Chen were all first-class masters, and the cultivation of these White Tiger Clansmen who rushed to Wolong Valley was above the second level of Soul Martial Arts.

The Soul Martial Realm martial artist will involve the momentum of heaven and earth in a single move, and it is only in an instant. Several White Tiger clansmen killed many people in black.

But. Naturally, there was no shortage of Soul Martial Realm warriors among the black-clothed people, and several Soul Martial Realm black-clothed people solved their respective opponents and entangled the White Tiger Clansmen one after another.

The momentum of heaven and earth condensed, and all the winds around Wolong Valley dispersed. From time to time, the sound of a dragon's groans rang out.

Bang bang! The entire Wolong Valley shook from time to time, and its flying sword qi left extremely deep sword marks on the mountain wall.

Obviously, the fighting around Wolong Valley was once again in a stalemate, and in the face of the endless stream of black-clothed people like a tide, the addition of the White Tiger Clan only relieved the pressure on the Green Dragon Clan.

However, as long as the success or failure of the void is certain. The battle below was decided.

However, before that, the Qinglong Clan had to pay for the lives of hundreds of clansmen. The sound of the battle was like thunder, reaching into the sky, deafening.

Void. Ye Chen looked down at the stalemate battle situation below, and muttered softly, "Those people are the Qinglong Clan!"

"Although the people of the Qinglong Clan have turned into human form, when they use their true qi, dragon scales still appear on their skin, and these dragon scales are extremely hard and can dissolve a lot of sword qi!" The voice of the fire qilin resounded in Ye Chen's mind.

Raising his head and looking at the scene of the sword aura, Ye Chen muttered softly, "Since you're here." Then give the Qinglong Clan a gift!"

As he spoke, Ye Chen's right hand was raised. The Qilin Sword glowing with cold light appeared in vain and held the Qilin Sword. Ye Chen looked down at the surging black-clothed people below, and muttered softly, "Before becoming prey, get rid of these humble hunters!"

Obviously, when Ye Chen, Han Jian and the others left the Sword God Gate, they became the prey of that mysterious force.

Endless killing intent permeated Ye Chen's eyes, stepping, Ye Chen rushed down with his sword, a sword shocked, the extremely bright sword light crossed the sky, and also brought up blood flowers.

The blood flowers stained the snowflakes red, and under the scarlet snowflakes, all that fluttered was the extremely brilliant sword light, and each sword light was so beautiful.

Ye Chen held the sword, stepped on the fluttering snowflakes, and the long sword was gently raised, whether it was a martial arts realm martial artist, a qi martial arts realm martial artist, or a soul martial arts realm martial artist, it was just such a sword, enough to dump the entire world with one sword.

For anyone, Ye Chen had never distinguished between them, treating them equally, and the beautiful sword light brought them into the world called death.

Snowflakes were flying like catkins, Ye Chen held a sword, and shuttled through the crowd like a leisurely stroll, and everywhere he passed, he must have brought up blood flowers.

For some reason, the snowflakes floating in the sky were dyed blood-colored, and under the snowflakes, this figure seemed to merge with the white earth, without any life.

Another extremely strange thing is that those dead people in black did not have any fear in their eyes, but were peaceful, as if they were dying in a beautiful dream.

The bright sword light loomed, but those men in black never saw Ye Chen's figure, as if Ye Chen did not exist.

The people of the Qinglong clan and the people of the White Tiger clan all looked at this scene in astonishment, looking at the light and breezy figure, and took away one life after another with a gesture.

The blooming blood flower, the bright sword light, it turns out that killing people is also an art, a beautiful picture, that figure, that person, that sword light, that blood flower, in their eyes has become eternal.

"Who is he?" For a while, countless questions spread among the people of the Qinglong Clan.

Swing the sword, put away the sword!Ye Chen kept repeating this action, a man in black fell at his feet, and Ye Chen's expression was always so indifferent.

When the number of men in black became smaller and smaller, the men in black also noticed the corpses on the ground, and inexplicable fear welled up in their hearts, how they died, and in whose hands did they die.

And at this moment, these black-clothed people only found Ye Chen's figure, stepping on the snow with a sword, with an extremely bright sword light.

"That kid is not a Lingwu Realm martial artist, surround him!" A cold cheer resounded in the void, and the black-clothed man fighting in the void also noticed the situation below, and when he saw that the situation was one-sided, he couldn't help but remind him.

Hearing this, the black-clothed men who were originally slightly hesitant gave up their respective opponents one after another, and rushed towards Ye Chen with swords, thirteen soul martial arts realm martial artists, and more than thirty qi martial arts realm martial artists rushed in at once.

At this time, Ye Chen stopped his figure, raised his head, looked up at the endless void, and muttered softly: "What is the extreme of sword intent?"

Snowflakes fluttered across Ye Chen's face, Ye Chen lowered his head, looked at the man in black who rushed over, and said lightly: "Killing is just reincarnation, death is the beginning of a new life, and it keeps circulating, I have some understanding of the supernatural powers of the four generations!"

The sword qi reached the sky, and its violent sword qi formed the sword pillars that reached the sky, and dozens of sword pillars smashed down, and Ye Chen's figure was still shuttling between the sword pillars lightly, like a clear wind, unable to catch it.

Can't hold the breeze, and can't hurt the breeze, looking at the figure that is getting closer and closer, several black-clothed people swung out several swords again, and at this moment, Ye Chen also took out his sword.

The sky was full of snow, and a brilliant sword light shattered the void, rolling the wind and snow, the sword light dissipated, and there were only a few more corpses on the ground.

Sword after sword, Ye Chen was still showing the art of killing, until the last man in black outside Wolong Valley died under Ye Chen's sword, the whole audience had fallen into a deathly silence.

Raising the sword, there was not a drop of blood on the Qilin Sword, and similarly, there was not a drop of blood on Ye Chen's snow-like white robe.

Looking at the dense corpses under his feet, Ye Chen glanced over, raised his head, looked at the battle situation in the void that was about to be divided, and said softly: "This is the battle between the martial artists of the Spirit Martial Realm?"

The collision of sword intent and sword intent, the confrontation between rules and rules, all of this attracted Ye Chen.

In the void, Qing Jue once again used the rules of the wind to conjure up several phantoms, and the sword shadows gathered together, forcing a second-level martial artist of Lingwu to retreat one after another.

And the space around the Peerless Forest was always frozen by the cold air, and the movements of that second-layer Lingwu martial artist had been hindered.

"Xiaohuo, if I meet a martial artist at the first level of Lingwu now, do you think I have a chance of winning?" Looking at the flying figure, Ye Chen's eyes showed a little madness

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