The sword qi spread out like a torrent in all directions, causing a burst of air in the air.

The sound of the explosion still seemed to linger in everyone's ears.1 The bloody breath that drifted with the wind.1 Looking at the thin figure in the void, everyone was speechless for a long time.

A sword bī retreat hún martial arts realm three-layer powerhouse, this picture is deeply imprinted in everyone's minds for a long time can not be dissipated, that bloody clothes, full of black hair fluttering, in this life they will not forget that genius boy, that thin figure, that sword represents a myth, that finger represents a legend, is a myth that they can't touch in this life, a legend that can't be touched.

Ye Chen turned around, 1 was calm, 1 was just a killing aura, slowly converging up1 In an instant, Ye Chen seemed to have turned into a weak scholar again, his eyes fell on the place where Luoxia Peak was located, and he walked step by step.

The Qilin Phantom still fell above Luoxia Peak, and Ye Chen's figure slowly emerged.

There was silence all around, and the eyes of thousands of people condensed on Ye Chen's body at this moment.1 That gaze fell, and it didn't make Ye Chen feel the slightest discomfort.

Ye Chen's footsteps were not fast, and every time he stepped into the air, he made everyone in the Sword God Mén feel a little strange.

The miserable white moonlight sprinkled down, shining on Ye Chen's body, and at this moment, the people of the sword god mén felt a trace of loneliness on that thin figure.

Looking down, Ye Chen looked at the messy sword dao, Ye Chen muttered softly, "I'm sorry,

In the end, you still didn't finish your regret!1, in the face of Huang Ling Tian's strong strength, Ye Chen still can't shake it now.

Turning around again, Ye Chen looked at Liu Yuyan, whose face was pale, and said lightly: "Where did he fall!1, the flat tone couldn't hear Ye Chen's current state of mind, and Ye Chen's face never showed a trace of gloom.

However, in this gentle tone, Liu Yuyan heard a trace of sadness in the words, a trace of sadness that could not be hidden, hearing this, Liu Yuyan's face darkened, her eyes looked at the sword cliff below, and murmured softly: "Sword cliff!"

"Sword Cliff!1, a trace of gloom flashed on Ye Chen's face, looking at Sword Cliff, under the miserable white moonlight, there were pools of blood all over the ground, blood stained the moonlight red, shaking his head slightly, Ye Chen's figure slowly fell towards the ground.

Pools of blood all over the ground, Ye Chen's figure fell like a withered leaf, falling lightly on the ground full of corpses, and knelt down in the surprised eyes of some Sword God disciples.

On other days, you are alive, the king of heaven and earth is in the master, and I have no obligation to be an apprentice.

Today, when you pass away, I will kneel on the ground 3,000 times, and bow my head in ten steps, just to recover the bones for you, so as to repay the easy karma!

In this world, no one is obliged to care about three people, and when this person cares about you, it is just because he wants to care about you.

In Huang Wushuang's body, Ye Chen felt that kind of long-lost care, which had nothing to do with interests, just simple care.

Not only Ye Chen was like this, but also the Moon Dance Evil Sect. The figure fell lightly from the top of the sword.

In the hearts of the Moon Dance Evil and others, there is no difference between Huang Wushuang and his teacher, thinking of the careful guidance of Huang Wushuang for several months in a row, the Moon Dance Evil and the others couldn't suppress the sadness in their hearts.

Ye Chen slowly stood up from the ground, and after taking ten steps forward, he slowly stopped, and then knelt down respectfully.

Standing up again, Ye Chen, who had also taken ten steps forward, knelt on the ground again and bowed down towards the Sword Cliff with a resolute face.

The same is true of the Moon Dance Evil Sect, and on the long sword path, several figures appear so eye-catching.

Kneeling on the ground for three thousand, ten steps and kowtowing, just to recover the bones of the teacher, at this moment, the sword god mén people were shocked by these people in front of him.

No one made a sound.1 All eyes were on Ye Chen's slightly thin body, and they silently watched this incomparably pious figure slowly move away.

At this moment, Ye Chen's figure was no longer a legendary young man who destroyed the Hún Martial Arts with a sword, but a disciple who had lost his mentor.

It is precisely because he is afraid of losing, so he is afraid of owning, there are not many people Ye Chen cares about, and this Huang Wushuang is one of them.

The miserable white moonlight flowed down like flowing water, and everyone involuntarily rushed down the peak, following behind Ye Chen, today they had been deeply impressed by these people in front of them, ten steps to kowtow, what kind of perseverance does this need, and how much respect for the teacher is needed. Ten steps and one prostration, stand up. Ten steps and one kowtow, then set up again, and took another ten steps forward.

In these ten steps of kowtowing, Ye Chen walked through the ground full of corpses, walked through the ground full of blood, and walked through the ground full of sword weapons.

When I came to the collapsed sword cliff, the corpses piled up around the collapsed sword cliff almost formed a hill, and the tragic situation was even more tragic than the foot of the five peaks of the sword god.

At this time, the Sword God disciples who followed Ye Chen found that there was a hero buried here, a hero who created vitality for the Sword God Mén.

Broken sword weapons all over the ground, corpses all over the ground, Ye Chen's eyes wandered on the battlefield, but he couldn't find Huang Wushuang's bones for a long time, the bones were not left, and Ye Chen's face couldn't help but darken.

Suddenly, in the center of the battlefield, Ye Chen found a broken sword weapon that was lying on the ground, and that sword weapon was surrounded by a trace of sword qi, and an unyielding aura spread around, standing proudly.

Ye Chen walked towards the broken sword weapon gloomily, every step was extremely gentle, for fear of alarming the old man who had gone.

A burst of energy dispersed around with Ye Chen as the center, staining the sword weapons all over the ground, and the broken sword weapons slowly levitated, making a crisp sword sound, and the sound of swords formed a shocking sword sound.

In this sound of the sword, there is incomparable grief and indignation, and endless sorrow!

Yes, 1 is the grief and indignation, and the disciples of the sword god mén and others clearly heard the meaning of grief and indignation from these more than a thousand sword swords.

A broken sword shattered, turning into countless iron filings and scattering in all directions, and then all the sword weapons were shattered and fell to the ground.

Immediately after that, almost at the same time. The remaining more than a thousand sword weapons were shattered at the same time.1 Countless remnant sword qi spread out from the sword weapon at the moment when the sword weapon was broken, gradually gathering in mid-air and gathering together.

The sword weapon is psychic, and when the swordsman who has been with him for decades falls, the sword weapon also loses its spirit.

The world only knows that the sword is in the man, and the sword is dead, and the sword is dead, and the sword is dead, and the sword is dead.

The sword qi rolled, like a cloud in the sky, a strange movement spread out on the sword weapon, Ye Chen looked at the huge sword qi cloud lightly, and still walked towards the only sword weapon in the middle.

Boom! An invisible space movement spread out in vain, the sword qi changed uncertainly, and in the stunned eyes of everyone, an illusory figure emerged from the sword qi.

The breeze blew, and the sword qi poured to the side like the fluttering snow huā.

The illusory figure emerged, and the stunned on everyone's faces turned into the ecstasy of today.

The illusory figure, the pair of eyes that seemed to see through life and death, when touching this figure, Ye Chen's face also showed a trace of astonishment: "Peak Lord!"

A gentle and elegant smile emerged, and Huang Wushuang carried it with one hand, and his illusory figure looked so weak in the cold wind.

"It's okay, I can still see you!1, Huang Wushuang chuckled, his face was still so calm.

"It's just a remnant, his obsession is the remnant hún that supports him, but it can't last long!" The fire qilin's deep voice resounded in Ye Chen's mind.

Hearing this, Ye Chen looked stunned, and looked at Huang Wushuang in a complicated manner.

Sensing Ye Chen's gaze, Huang Wushuang smiled faintly and said, "I'm very happy, because you are with the wind, not anyone!"

Hearing this, Ye Chen lowered his head and was silent, while the others were confused.

"In the future, Luoxia Peak will give it to you!" The cold wind blew in his face, and the phantom of Huang Wushuang finally turned into nothingness.

At the same time, this sword qi fell vertically towards Ye Chen, hitting Ye Chen's body fiercely.

Countless illusory sword shadows appeared beside Ye Chen, forming a sword curtain, and above that sword curtain, each sword shadow emitted a terrible sword sound.

With a slight sigh, Ye Chen walked forward.

As Ye Chen's pace continued to advance, the sword shadow gradually turned into countless points of light and dissipated, and the moment Ye Chen held the broken sword weapon, an unyielding aura spread across the battlefield, and the originally silent battlefield was once again covered by the aura of slaughter, and the aura of slaughter spread around with the broken sword weapon as the center. This broken sword weapon was his saber, and with a slight sigh, Ye Chen bowed forward.

Turning around, Ye Chen calmly looked at the Moon Dance Evil and the others, and with a single step, he turned into a streamer and disappeared into the sky. ！。