On top of the white bones, the snow fell in a torrent.

Chen and the young man stood in the air, their eyes met.

The long hair behind him danced like a snake, Ye Chen let out a sigh and said quietly: "First time meeting, three generations!"

"You're better than you think!" the young man's face was as calm as a pool of stagnant water, and he didn't make waves.

"We guys haven't achieved anything like this at your age, what an unexpected one!" the young man said lightly, his originally emaciated figure began to become tall and powerful at this moment, and his slightly delicate and handsome face also changed, replaced by an ordinary face. But it was this face that brought Ye Chen a major shock, exactly the same face as in his dream, but this face was more vicissitudes.

"The situation in Hell is now under control!" the young man chuckled, and the moment the words landed, the white bones below instantly turned into nothing, and the evil aura in the sky also dissipated.

The rules of heaven and earth collapsed at this moment, and they couldn't withstand the words of the young man.

The oppressive aura in the void dissipated at this moment, and under Ye Chen's gaze, the corpses piled up underwent earth-shaking changes, the sound of flowing water resounded in Ye Chen's ears, and a Milky Way hundreds of thousands of zhang long to the nine heavens flew down, and the momentum was extremely magnificent.

Heaven and earth trembled in vain, and the moment the white bones turned into nothing, the undulating mountains bulged above the surface.

The magnificent solitary peak plunges straight into the clouds and mist, and it is tens of thousands of zhang long.

In front of this lonely peak, the figures of Ye Chen and the young man were extremely small.

His gaze changed slightly, Ye Chenruo looked at this lonely peak rising from the ground with deep meaning, and changed everything in the space with a gesture, is this a world of its own?

"The world of evolution, this is the world, even hell is the world!" the young man chuckled, turned around, put his hands behind his back, and walked towards the lonely peak in front of him with a light breeze.

Looking at this slender and upright figure, Ye Chen felt a heaviness.

Without saying a word, Ye Chen put away the Qilin Sword and stepped out, following closely behind the young man.

Snow flew, and countless ice chips fell above the heads of the two men.

The mountain road is straight, like a giant dragon coiled and lying on the lonely peak, a series of black tombstones stand beside this road, although the snow is heavy, but can not hide the sadness on the tombstones.

"Sword Dao!" The scene in front of him was extremely familiar to Ye Chen, this mountain path was exactly the same as the sword path of Luoxia Peak.

"The path of the kendo is tortuous, and I don't know the end!" the young man said, raising his steps, and taking the lead in stepping on the kendo.

"The highest place of the mountain is the man-made peak, the sea is the shore at the end, and the place where my sword points is where the road is!" Ye Chen said lightly, facing the wind.

The cold mountain wind blew Ye Chen's thin martial clothes, and the martial clothes hunted.

The two figures stepped in the wind and snow, and at the same time, two extremely powerful sword intents erupted on the mountain road, and the wind and snow within a radius of thousands of feet were torn apart by the sword intent.

"The mountain is high, I am the peak, and what the sword refers to is where the way of the sword is, the fifth generation, you are very confident, more confident than the guy in the fourth generation. With the vast land in his eyes, the young man spoke.

Hearing this, Ye Chen was silent for a moment, looking up at the endless sky, in the gray sky, the snow was dancing wildly, and the cold wind was roaring, which looked extremely gloomy.

"I always firmly believe in one sentence, I am a genius, no matter what others say, as long as I think I am, I am a genius!" A confident smile rose at the corner of Ye Chen's mouth, he always believed in himself.

"A heart that believes in oneself incomparably!" Turning around, the young man met Ye Chen's gaze of the ancient well, in Ye Chen's eyes, the young man seemed to see the shadow of himself and others, confident, fearless, and lonely.

"You're better than me!" the young man smiled, and said no more.

Although he knew that the young man in front of him was the third generation, and he praised the young man three times and twice, Ye Chen's state of mind was still not turbulent, and he was as dead and silent as a pool of stagnant water.

On the long mountain road, two figures are facing the wind. I don't know when, the top of the lonely peak has appeared in Ye Chen and the young man's sight.

The ancient pine stands proudly, in the wind and snow, the plum blossoms bloom in the snow, and the faint fragrance of plum blossoms permeates the top of the mountain.

Plum blossoms are like snow, falling in a torrent. Below, a stone table, two stone chairs, and a jug of wine.

A pair of endgame was placed on the stone table, and the murderous intent in it was monstrous, sweeping up the wind and snow around it.

The young man sat on the right, grabbed the wine jug, and two jade cups appeared out of thin air, the wine jug was tilted, and the wine fell down the spout of the wine jug.

Ye Chen grabbed one of the wine glasses very naturally, took a long sip, and sat down.

The cold feeling entered the stomach, and these drinks suddenly turned into vitality, permeating Ye Chen's limbs and veins, moisturizing Ye Chen's body.

"Can you play chess?" the young man took a sip and pointed to the endgame on the stone table, and said lightly.

"Yes!" Ye Chen's eyes stared, looking at the remnant chess full of murderous intent in front of him.

Black and white pieces are crisscrossed, and only a hundred chess pieces are as vast as stars.

The flying snow flakes fell on it and turned into nothing, and this endgame was filled with a killing intent, obliterating everything.

The moment Ye Chen's gaze touched this endgame, countless golden iron horses and killing sounds sounded in his ears, like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, impacting Ye Chen's state of mind.

If a person who has not cultivated well looks at this chess, he can destroy his will just by relying on the general trend in this chess.

His eyes were like electricity, Ye Chen had never spoken, like an old monk sitting in meditation, after a few breaths, Ye Chen took in the entire endgame in his eyes, and exhaled slightly: "A terrible endgame, the great momentum contained in it is enough to suppress the martial arts realm martial artists!"

"Even the chess game I played with the prince wasn't so terrifying!" Gu Jing Wubo's gaze finally had a trace of waves, Ye Chen slowly closed his eyes, and his mind sank into this chess game.

The sound of killing gradually sounded, and Ye Chen seemed to be in the vast starry sky, with the Martial God Nebula behind him and the Yagang Nebula in front of him.

Countless guardians, under the leadership of the Sword God Gate, launched an earth-shattering battle outside the territory.

This tragic picture shocked Ye Chen's mind, and after a long time, Ye Chen opened his eyes, and his eyes were shocked: "The chess game of the Martial God and Tiangang!"

Catching up with Ye Chen's gaze, the young man smiled faintly, his sleeve robe waved, the cold wind around him stopped, and Xu Xu's plum petals fell down and landed on the chess game.

Grabbing the petals with his sword fingers, the young man put the petals into the wine and said, "Five generations, can you understand this chess game?"

"Bai Zi is the martial god, Heizi is Tiangang, although it is already an endgame, but Heizi has the upper hand, and Bai Zi still has C-line vitality!" Ye Chen said lightly.

"Participating in the ground is chess, and the bulls are all sons, but it's a pity that this chess game is still lost by the Martial God Continent!" The young man sighed slightly, a touch of helplessness flashed in his dark eyes, and more bitterness.

Brushing aside the petals on the chessboard, Ye Chen was silent for a moment and said, "Originally, it was Bai Zisheng, but it's a pity!"

"See?" the young man chuckled, rescuing the bitterness in his eyes.

"Baizi and Kuroko were originally equal, but with the killing machine that Baizi planted on Kuroko's side, it was enough to slaughter a piece of Kuroko, and you can subvert Kuroko step by step!"

"It's a pity, the rear of Bai Zi is messed up after all!" Ye Chen shook his head, the direction of each move of the chess pieces was well thought out, so one detail could subvert the entire chess game.

"Keen observation combined with strong logical thinking skills!" the young man exclaimed.

"At the beginning, you and the three generations of ancient clan guardians, the Qilin guardians fell in this battle, causing trouble to the Martial God, what happened to the Martial God Continent at that time, and this matter actually turned the whole chess game upside down?" Ye Chen said with a slight solemnity, the previous fog gradually became clear at this moment, at least Ye Chen had guessed some clues now, but he couldn't believe it, no, maybe he didn't want to believe it.

Hearing this, the young man stared at the whole chess game, was silent for a moment, and then spoke: "There are many traces left by the four generations of the little man, and according to these traces, you have actually seen it, haven't you?"

"God Pei gathers, the sword tomb is now, ten thousand years of chaos, it begins with the sword, gathers the moon god, opens the sword tomb, ten thousand years of chaos, and finally two!"

"The moon god Peiyu is now, the sword tomb appears, gather the moon god Peiyu, open hell, and step into the door of the sword tomb!"

"What caused the martial god and subverted the entire general trend was the 10,000-year rebellion. Started with the sword, the word carved on the fourth generation of the moon god Peiyu is broken, and the word carved by the second generation of the moon god Peiyu is the sword, so the person who caused this 10,000-year rebellion is the second generation, and you and Xiaohuo fell because of this turmoil in the first place. Ye Chen whispered, his tone was extremely affirmative, "In the land where the sword is buried, vitality still exists, one is that the many forces of hell will inevitably go to the extraterritorial battlefield and create vitality for the Martial God Continent!