The snow fell in a stream, and the sudden blood stained the sky full of snow.

Blood-stained robes, Wang Right held a sword and danced wildly, and his hundred zhang sword qi swept out.

The qi waves were continuous, and the fierce sword qi brought up blood light. Wang You was like a god of war, looking down at the white-clothed warriors around him.

A vicissitudes of life flowed in his eyes, and the trance-like feeling swept over again.

"I'm Jiaolong?" Wang You muttered softly, ignoring the sword qi that rolled up around him.

The sword qi slashed across the king's right chest, bringing up a pillar of blood to the sky.

The true qi in Wang You's body was almost exhausted, and his body was like a lonely boat in the sea, crumbling.

The blood loss was too heavy, and Wang You's face turned slightly pale.

"I'm Wang You!" Wang You muttered, the oppression around him made him unable to move, and he could only watch the sword light coming.

The sword light roared, and a figure swept over Wang You, blocking the sword light that shot out, and the blood flashed.

"Wang Tou, this is not like your style, only the sword should be out of the sword, not sit still!" Wang You looked at the person in front of him with a somewhat helpless expression, and the falling sword weapon was provoked and slashed across the neck of a white-clothed warrior in front of him, "Yusong, why are you here again?"

"I don't want that old man who grows up to laugh at him as a deserter!" Yu Song chuckled, his expression extremely solemn, once he stepped here, he already knew what the outcome would be.

"What about the madman?" Wang You wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. Slightly relieved.

Yu Song's gaze was a little erratic. Finally, he looked down helplessly: "Wang Tou, Huacheng is your belonging, so you defend it with a sword." ”

"But for the madman and Chikawa, that's where they belong too. Yu Song avoided the sword qi that shot from him, and the sword pointed at the stone path below.

Hearing this, Wang You's face changed slightly, and he looked at the two figures in the wind and snow helplessly, and said helplessly: "These two guys are really worrying!"

The pungent smell of blood filled the air, and the snow that fell turned bloody.

The courtyard has been covered with a veil of blood. Ye Chen stood in the courtyard, holding the Qilin Sword, and slowly stepped away.

The snowflakes danced wildly with the Qilin Sword, and Ye Chen sometimes looked blankly at the battle in the void. From time to time, he looked at the sword in his hand and muttered: "Blood, blood everywhere, blood-colored world!"

"I've experienced this feeling before, but when?"

"I have to forget this feeling when I am far away!" Ye Chen was sometimes clear and sometimes dazed.

The defense on the castle tower has been overcome, and the warriors of Huacheng can no longer stop the attack, and one after another blood shadows sweep across the city and go straight to the streets and alleys.

No matter who it is. Women, children and children, as long as they appear in sight, the blood-clothed warrior will wave the sword in his hand, ruthlessly harvesting the cheapest life.

In hell, what is cheaper than dignity is life.

In the void, on the city tower, in the flower city, whenever the warrior falls, its vitality spreads.

These vitality were involved, and they frantically poured towards the courtyard. hovering over the courtyard.

At first, these vitality were extremely weak, but as more and more warriors died, this vitality became extremely majestic.

At the beginning of autumn every year, the flower seeds flutter in the wind. Sprinkled in all corners of the flower city, it is also sprinkled in the courtyard.

Early spring next year. These seeds will then bloom into gorgeous flowers. At this moment, flowers bloomed in the courtyard, swaying in the wind, and the light fragrance of flowers dispelled the pungent smell of blood.

The garden is full of flowers, and the vitality is condensed. Ye Chen stood among the flowers, his unicorn sword slashing through the void, always able to bring up pieces of flying petals.

Pieces of petals condensed from vitality floated into the void, and were affected by a pulling force, hitting Ye Chen's body and dissipating.

Ye Chen looked blankly at the petals transformed by the vitality and muttered, "Once, I also saw this kind of petal, but I forgot where I saw it." ”

The majestic vitality immediately attracted the attention of many martial artists, and the young man walked lightly in the void, stopped, looked down with a slightly solemn expression, and whispered: "Vitality!"

Wang You and Yu Song also noticed the vitality above the courtyard, and their expressions were a little surprised, what is the madman doing?

The young man pointed to the courtyard below and said lightly: "By the way, get rid of those two!"

The young man had a vague feeling that the existence of Ye Chen and Qianchuan Xue was a variable.

The torrent of sword qi surged out, dozens of warriors held their swords and descended, and the flying snow flakes spread out to both sides.

Seeing this, Wang You and Yu Song's faces changed, and they repelled their respective opponents and retreated downward.

"These guys, even a madman won't let go!" Wang You held the hilt of the sword with both hands in vain, and his body retreated to the sky above the courtyard like a long rainbow, and the sword qi surrounding him was suppressed by Wang You, and the mournful sword groans resounded continuously.

Retreating to Baizhang, Wang You no longer suppressed, and his figure burst out again, like a volcano that had been silent for a long time, erupting at this moment, completely an offensive with his life, just a sword, Wang You dragged dozens of warriors, but Wang You knew that he couldn't hold it for long: "Yusong, take the madmen and let them go!"

A sharp sound of breaking wind sounded in Wang You's ears in vain, Wang You's face changed slightly, and the sword was smashed by a palm shadow before it could be deployed.

The aura of heaven and earth gathered together, forming a huge palm shadow. An old man stepped into the air, and with a wave of his sleeve robe, he destroyed Wang You's sword momentum, the absolute gap, the Spirit Martial Realm.

The old man's expression was indifferent, and the terrifying rules surged, imprisoning Wang You's body with the power of rules, and the sleeve robe waved again, and a huge palm shadow appeared, whistling and falling.

The sound of breaking wind gradually sounded in Wang You's ears, and no matter how Wang You resisted, he couldn't break through the surrounding rules and confinement, and he could only watch the palm shadow crash down.

"Wang Head!" Yu Song's exclamation sounded in Wang You's ear, and at the same time, Yu Song's figure swept past Wang You and met this palm shadow.

Bang! The dull sound sounded suddenly, and Yu Song's figure was like a kite with a broken string, falling backwards and hitting Wang You fiercely.

"Grandma's, this Lingwu Realm is really perverted!" Yu Songpo scolded, and his body fell down uncontrollably, along with Wang You.

The two of them staggered and slammed into the courtyard, and the strong wind blew the petals all over the court, and the fragrance of flowers was permeated.

Wang Right held down the ground with his right hand, wanted to get up, couldn't keep his balance, fell into the flowers again, and stuck to the ground, Wang You saw Ye Chen in the distance, and a bitter smile rose at the corner of his mouth: "Crazy, I've tired you!"

The petals of the flowers danced wildly in the sky, and I don't know where to go.

Ye Chen looked at the sky with a blank expression, Qian Chuanxue stood behind him, and the faces of the two of them did not change in the slightest for those martial artists who came with great momentum.

The old man stepped into the air, and the terrifying coercion enveloped the entire courtyard, followed by dozens of white-clothed warriors.

"I thought who could be involved in such a majestic vitality, it turned out to be just an old man who was about to enter the ground!" The old man's gaze swept across the courtyard, and finally he waved his sleeve robe, and said lightly: "These people, just leave them to you!"

Whether it was Ye Chen or Qianchuan Xue, the old man only sensed a weak True Qi on it, and the strength of the True Qi was not as strong as that of a Qi Martial Realm.

"No!" the four white-clothed warriors shouted, and their figures went straight towards Ye Chen and Qianchuan Xue.

The old man turned around and went straight to the battlefield in the void. However, before he could take a few steps, several screams rang out.

The old man turned around suddenly, looking at the scene in front of him with a somewhat surprised expression, the four martial artists who had come out with swords before were all standing strangely ten meters away from Ye Chen, and a striking sword mark appeared on the necks of the four people.

The rusty sword can also kill, a trace of blood swirls on the Qilin sword, Ye Chen still looked at the void, as if it was not him who made the sword before, "A very familiar sword, this is my sword technique!"

Many years ago, I also killed people like this? Ye Chen pondered, his expression a little dazed, but he couldn't think of anything.

The petals streaked across the void, fluttering and flickering, hitting the corners of Ye Chen's eyes, Ye Chen suddenly closed his eyes, and something that had been sleeping for a long time was awakening in his body.

Many years ago, I seemed to have killed a lot of people, but I can't remember how many people there were.

I remember that many times ago, I was a student, and then I became a killer, and for money, I killed a lot of people, including international superstars, ordinary citizens, women and children, and children.

Later, I came to the Martial God Continent and became Ye Chen, I killed many people, killed martial arts, killed qi martial arts, soul martial arts, spirit martial arts, and even killed martial arts.

I remember many years ago, there was an old guy who liked to call me a boy, and I just called him Xiaohuo.

I remember that many years ago, when I was young and frivolous, I once broke through the imperial capital for a woman, and that woman was called Qianchuan Xue.

I remember that many years ago, there was a woman named Mu Ye, and a guy who practiced swords with me every day, Mu Chen, and a guy who drew a sword for me, a fat man.

I remember many years ago, there was a group of guys who called me the head of the family, a group of guys called me the sect master, and some people called me the fifth generation, calling me the emperor.

Many, many people, Lan Gu, Ye Muwan, Xiao Meng'er, Concubine Xuan, Wan'er, Li Shiyue, Huang Wushuang

How many years ago, I can't remember, it's far away, is it a past life?

A sound resounded in Ye Chen's mind in vain, like the sound of a seal shattering.

One after another familiar pictures swept over like a tide, Ye Chen was immersed in these pictures, and the blankness on his face gradually receded.

The petals floated across Ye Chen's cheeks, Ye Chen opened his eyes, still looking at the void, but his dazedness was gradually replaced by Qingming: "Many years ago, Ye Wushuang's guy called me the head of the family, the guy who danced the moon called me the sect master, and the guy Liu Dong called me the emperor!"

"There are also some people, they like to call me the fifth generation!" The sluggish expression completely dissipated on Ye Chen's face, "Who am I?" I am Ye Chen, the master of the Ye family, the sect master of the Sword God, the fifth generation of the Moon God, and the Emperor of the Blood Prison!"

Many years ago, I was called the fifth generation, and many years later, I am still the fifth generation.

Ladies and gentlemen, I'm back