Chapter 1102 The late sunset, the lament of the sword
Chapter 1,102 The late sunset and the mournful cry of the sword (second update)
Chapter 1,102 The late sunset and the mournful cry of the sword (second update)
Bloody snowflakes are flying, and a sense of murder permeates the world. (--Shuhaige.com)
The void is like a calm lake, where ripples rise where the snowflakes fall.
Thirteen sword rainbows loomed in the wind and snow. Ye Chen's face became even paler and his eyes looked dim.
Blood stained his body, and a monstrous fighting spirit filled Ye Chen's body, and his long hair like snow danced wildly.
"My sword kills countless living beings in the world! I kill Lingwu in the Lingwu realm, kill the Soul Martial realm in the Lingwu realm, kill Lingwu realm in the Soul Martial realm, and kill the Martial Arts realm in the Lingwu realm!"
"My murderous intention can kill the sky, destroy the earth, kill for the heaven and the earth, kill the heaven and the earth, and condense the rules!" The vitality was rapidly flowing out of Ye Chen's body, and Ye Chen's voice seemed older and deeper.
"My sword melts my killing intent!" The Qilin Sword brought out a bright sword light, which rendered the surrounding flying snow into ink color.
The hair was like snow, and the silver strands fell on the flying snow like running water, and the breeze rolled up behind Ye Chen, forming afterimages.
"The wind is formless, the wind has no form. If the wind takes form, it can tear the heaven and the earth apart! The strong winds of heaven and earth gather together!" Ye Chen whispered, and dozens of afterimages overlapped to form Ye Chen's fourteenth sword.
The hundred-foot-high wind, carrying the power of heaven and earth, transformed into the fourteenth sword rainbow.
"Are you reaching your limit?" Ye Chen whispered, blood already staining the sword body red.
"I can still draw the sword, the fourteenth sword!" At this moment, Ye Chen was like an old man in his twilight years, the vitality in his body was getting more and more dissipated, and the will of death was filling the air.
"My left hand holds life, and my right hand holds death. The reincarnation of heaven and earth is the cycle of life and death. I control killing, life and death!" Ye Chen's voice became softer and softer, but the muttering turned into an earth-shattering sound of heaven and earth.
The two qi of life and death filled the whole world, and the wind blowing up brought the rules of life and death. Time is like water, always speechless, and life and death are just moments.
Ding! The Fourteenth Sword and the Rainbow suddenly appeared, and the whole world fell into endless darkness, and even the fluttering snowflakes were dimmed.
In the darkness, the prince's eyes were as bright as stars, and his expression was a little solemn, looking at the fourteen sword rainbows that suddenly appeared.
The roaring sound echoed at this moment, and these fourteen sword rainbows condensed into a sword pillar, embodying the rules Ye Chen had learned in his life, the magical powers he had evolved, and the ten wills.
This is undoubtedly Ye Chen's strongest offensive, a sword he exerts with all his energy. This sword can kill the sky, destroy the earth, and can even wipe out a strong person on the second level of martial arts.
At this moment, the prince closed his eyes, and a sigh resounded. Then, an extremely terrifying aura emerged from the prince's body. The killing intent contained in this aura was no less than Ye Chen's killing rules.
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A faint ray of light emerged from the palm of the prince's hand. It was the broken sword that Li Ren had obtained.
"It is a killing blade, killing millions or even tens of millions of creatures!"
"Although it is my sword, I don't like it because it is stained with a lot of blood!"
"But Fifth Generation, now you have to let me use the sword. You have the qualifications to let me use the sword!" The prince murmured to himself. Although he closed his eyes, a sword rainbow appeared in his mind.
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From beginning to end, the prince never drew his sword. In the end, he only used the realm and rules.
The moment the prince took hold of the sword, it was as majestic as a mountain and motionless. In this world, the fallen sword pillar could not attract his attention.
The sword pillar roared towards him, and the broken sword in the prince's hand was lifted lightly, crossing the void, bringing up snowflakes, and falling into the void.
Exhortation! A crisp sword chant resounded, and the sword used the pressure of heaven and earth within ten thousand feet, but this incomparable sword caused the sword pillar to be wiped out silently.
As if the previous momentum was just an illusion, the flowers in the water and the moon in the mirror disappeared. The sword pillar reaching the sky disappeared, but its sharp sword energy rolled out. The sharp sword energy passed across the prince's face, missing by just a hair.
in the darkness.
A flash of light suddenly appeared, and the sharp sword energy tore apart the endless darkness. The white snowflakes fell again, and the surrounding world was still white.
A sword mark appeared on the prince's face. Eye-catching blood-red drops fell and fell on the white robe. A plum blossom shape gradually spread, "Fudai, can you still draw the sword?"
The snowflakes danced like butterflies in the flowers. The Prince's Sword was raised, and the broken sword pointed at the rolling thunder pool ahead. The violent thunder snakes retreated to both sides, and the churning sea of fire dissipated.
An old figure emerged from the thunder pool, and blood-colored snowflakes floated over, dyeing the long snow-like hair red.
Ye Chen's face was paler than snow, and his long hair was draped messily on his shoulders, no longer dancing wildly, but falling down.
The loss of vitality was like the passing of years. Ye Chen looked like an old man in his twilight years, with a dead silence inside his body.
The snow flew and fell on Ye Chen, but Ye Chen's body was still like the spine of a sword, straight and straight, without twists and turns.
Ye Chen's eyes were still sharp and indifferent, staring straight at the prince in the distance. The blood-stained Qilin sword in his hand made a weak sword roar. At this moment, Ye Chen had reached the point where his fuel was exhausted.
The Six-Path Sword Corpse was still standing next to Ye Chenzhou, but his expression was sluggish, and the martial arts will in his body was even about to dissipate.
The Qilin Sword was raised again, drawing out several strange and beautiful sword flowers. The blood-stained sword tip pointed at the prince in the distance. Ye Chen's eyes were still terrifyingly calm, as if the previous madness was not him, "I failed.
Complete defeat!"
The voice that was neither sad nor happy seemed hoarse. Ye Chen looked indifferent, raised his head in vain, looked at the sky filled with flying snow, and murmured: "Finally, there are cracks. Your domain is not without cracks!"
As Ye Chen said these words, the white world collapsed in vain, shattering like a mirror full of cracks!
The snow was still flying, but it could no longer hide Ye Chen's figure and the sword in his hand.
The snow could not bury his eyes, and familiar auras filled the void again.
In the void, sword energy surged like a torrent. At the same time, everyone also noticed that the surroundings had returned to normal again, instead of the white world before.
The sky was stained with blood, and several figures fell from the sky, revealing several corpses, including those of warriors from the Martial God Continent and members of the princelings.
In this void, dozens of terrifying wills filled it. At this moment, everyone raised their heads and looked into the void with somewhat shocked expressions, and landed on the twilight figure: "Fifth Generation?"
Although he has become extremely old, everyone present is familiar with this aura, Ye Chen's aura.
"Boy Chen!" Fire Qilin, who had transformed into Qilin's original body, exclaimed. The huge body fell into the void and tore apart the surrounding bird shadows. The moment the previously white world appeared, he became Ye Chen's
I was worried, but I didn't expect that the situation would be more serious. Now Ye Chen's body was getting less and less alive, it was dead, and his soul was extremely fragile.
The phantom formed by the wind and snow formed a sword formation, and the proud man was trapped in it. His military robe did not show a single wrinkle. Obviously, this sword formation could only temporarily trap the proud man, and did not pose any threat.
"Fifth Generation!" Jiaozi whispered, with a somewhat solemn expression. He raised the sword in his hand, bringing up a bright sword light and shooting straight ahead.
Bang bang! The phantom of the wind and snow blocked the pride again. Ten strands of will with the same origin but slightly different wills came together to form an invisible shackles, blocking the pace of the pride.
Chi Mu's figure fell into the sight of Mu Chen and others, and everyone was shocked. Fatty and Mu Chen did not hesitate to burn the power of their souls, and their auras surged out.
"Ye Chen!" Mu Chen whispered, his lifeless gaze became rippled and no longer so empty.
Lilac flowers fluttered out, and the sword light loomed among the flowers, bringing with it a murderous intent.
Flowers fly and fall all over the sky. The sky can be buried, and this martial arts realm can also be buried. The fluttering petals fell on the eyebrows of a martial arts realm. In the horrified eyes of this warrior, a dull sword light emerged,
In an instant, endless darkness flooded his mind.
On his forehead, a striking blood hole appeared, and traces of white liquid dripped down, falling on the flying petals.
It is possible to kill people without staining a trace of blood. After burning the power of the soul, Mu Chen's cultivation is extremely terrifying. The petals fell on Mu Chen, and Mu Chen's figure gradually turned into nothingness and went straight to Ye Chen.
"Proud of the World Sword, today we have to dye the blood of the real Proud of the World in the Nine Heavens, the martial arts realm!" Fatty whispered, the harmless smile of humans and animals gradually faded away, replaced by endless murderous intent.
With one step in the air, two completely different wills condensed. Fatty Xiao had a sneer on his lips. His sword was always drawn for Ye Chen. He hated killing, but he didn't mind killing for Ye Chen.
The sword rainbow suddenly appeared, Ao Shijian came out of his hand, and the figures of Ao Shijian and Fatty Xiao disappeared into the wind and snow at the same time.
Puff! Pillars of blood sprayed out in the wind and snow. The blood spattered dozens of feet, and then spread out and turned into a blood mist.
The two corpses teetered in the void, and finally fell into the forest of tombstones, making a heavy sound and splashing ice chips all over the ground.
Two long rainbows spanned hundreds of feet, tearing apart the dancing snowflakes and roaring towards them.
The two pressures set off a wave of space to alleviate the pressure brought by the martial arts field.
In an instant, both Mu Chen and Fatty Xiao frowned, and Ye Chen's injuries were more serious than imagined.
Without any hesitation, both of them slapped their left hands on Ye Chen's back, and the extremely thick zhenqi poured into Ye Chen's body, dispelling the death energy swirling in Ye Chen's body.
The prince clasped his hands on his back and looked at Mu Chen and Fatty Xiao with an indifferent expression. He did not try to stop their actions. In his opinion, Ye Chen had reached the point where his fuel was exhausted and he only needed one sword to kill them.
Fall.
"Ahem!" Ye Chen coughed, his pale face getting paler, a trace of blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, his soul was severely injured, most of the vitality in his body was lost, and he was very weak. Ye Chen hated this feeling of weakness.
Turning around, Ye Chen smiled miserably, "I lost!"
He has challenged hundreds of spirit martial artists with his soul martial sword, and he has never been defeated.
He has killed countless martial arts realms with his Lingwu realm, including Li Ren, Gu Tian, and Murong Yu, but he has never been defeated.
He created too many legends, but after these legends, Ye Chen suffered even more sadness.
But Ye Chen knew that today he was completely defeated. No matter how talented he is, a genius who has not grown up is always a weakling.
Ye Chen walked step by step towards the forest of tombstones below. The wind and snow rolled through the forest of tombstones, and a whistling sound swayed, like the tombstones crying.
Stepping on the snowy mountain, Ye Chen's figure became older and older, and the surroundings were extremely quiet. Unknowingly, the fighting around him had stopped. Xianxu and others rushed towards Ye Chen, even Qianchuan Xue and Han Jian.
The same is true.
In the eyes of everyone, Ye Chen was like a twilight old man, staggering toward the setting sun. An inexplicable sadness filled everyone's hearts.
"Five generations!" Sword God Rizhen whispered, and he also felt a kind of sadness. The five generations who were once the most magnificent and could wipe out the martial arts realm with just a move of his hand and sword have turned into this old man, staggering in his steps.
This kind of sadness infected the snowflakes flying around. The snowflakes whined and snowed harder and harder. This was a snow festival, a snow festival given by the prince to Ye Chen.
The funeral of a sword. Every time he took a step, the aura on Ye Chen's body became weaker. The hand holding the Qilin Sword also shook slightly. The meridians were broken, the vitality was lost, the soul was severely injured, and deathly silence filled Ye Chen's eyes.
With.
Raising his head, Ye Chen looked calmly into the void, where endless white snow fell. Above the nine heavens, a terrifying whirlpool of life and death hovered above it.
The whirlpool of life and death is like a ferocious devil, tearing at the surrounding snowflakes crazily.
Liu's eyebrows were furrowed, and Qianchuan Xue's heart was filled with an inexplicable sadness. Especially when her beautiful eyes touched the long snow-like hair behind Ye Chen, Qian Chuanxue's heart ached.
She once witnessed the legend of Ye Chen. When he was young and frivolous, he practiced day and night. Practice became his instinct. He paved the road to the strong with countless heartaches. The world only knew his glory and lamented him.
talent.
But no matter how evil you are, your talent only lasts for a few years. How much does it cost to reach where you are now?
Few people know the sadness in this, but Qianchuan Xue can appreciate it. On the top of Luoxia Peak, a lonely figure wields a sword day and night. The only thing that can accompany him is the sword in his hand, the starlight and snowflakes in the sky.
But now Snowflake has accompanied him and buried him at this moment.
Looking at the people close to him, a smile appeared on Ye Chen's lips. This smile was natural and gentle.
But this smile made people even more sad, and the dragon of life and death even turned away, "***, why can't I bear to see this guy become like this? He should be flying in the nine heavens, not the old man in front of me!"
The divine sword channeled the spirit, the Qilin sword trembled slightly, and a low and hoarse sword chant arose.
Sword sorrow, the mournful sound of the Qilin Sword! Each sword has its own story, and the swordsman tells that story with the sword in his hand...