The first thousand two hundred and sixty-four chapters reappearance of the God of Swords
The snowflakes are falling, and the fragrance of flowers is blowing towards my face!
The overwhelming situation covered the sky, and in the prince's eyes there was only the flickering light of the sword, "He's back!"
"Because I found my persistence and the reason to persist, I came back!" Ye Chen said calmly.
"It's just that he has gone against me!" the prince said with a smile, and Rizhao came back with his sword.
In the sea of clouds, the atmosphere became tense in vain, and many members of the Prince's Palace had faces full of shock and disbelief.
Even though Rizhao did not show up for ten years, the prince still left the position of deputy palace master to Rīrong.
From this we can see how much the prince attaches great importance to Rizhao, but at this moment Rima also betrayed the prince.
"Rizhen, you actually betrayed the Prince's Palace?" the leader of the old man shouted, his eyes fixed on Rizhen's hands, fearing that he would suddenly take action.
Perhaps few people in the Martial God Continent know how terrifying the Japanese are.
But these members of the Prince's Palace knew very well that his sword was very terrifying and could decide life or death in just a moment, either he died or the enemy died!
"Prince's Palace!" Ribo stopped, raised his head, and looked at the rolling sea of clouds in front of him.
The sea of clouds cannot block the sun's gaze, nor can its will in the sky, looking at each other across the sky.
The prince raised his head, with a rare smile in his eyes, and looked at each other across the distance.
"Back!" A gentle smile appeared on the corner of the prince's mouth. It was not an evil smile, but the kind of smile you would see when friends meet.
In the sea of clouds, under the astonished eyes of everyone, Rizhao suddenly chuckled: "I came back ten years ago!"
Lifting his steps, Riyao shook his head, his gaze slightly turned to fall on the leader of the old man, and he half-smiled but said, "Prince Palace, I only remember that I am a member of the princeling party, not the Prince Palace!"
"Rizhao, ten years ago, the princeling party was reformed and became the Prince's Palace, and you are the deputy palace master!" The old man frowned slightly. He couldn't understand the young man in front of him.
Hearing this, Rizhao chuckled, shook his head and said, "It's different. A princeling is a princeling. A prince's palace is a prince's palace!"
"Are you afraid of my sword?" Rizhao walked forward, and the sea of clouds dispersed under his feet.
"Have you forgotten that my sword is everywhere!" Rizhao smiled, but there was an inexplicable sadness in his eyes.
In the past, these comrades followed him to fight against the God of War.
But today, he wants to take action against his former comrades.
"Our path is not to prevent killings, but to produce killings. Give up!" The moment Rizhao finished speaking, the breeze rolled up the sea of clouds behind him, and also rolled up his long hair.
At the moment when Ru Mo's long hair was floating, a bright sword light appeared in the sky, ignoring any will, supernatural power, or even martial arts field, and appeared in front of a member of the Prince's Palace.
Phew! A sudden flash of blood appeared. Like the previous members of the Prince's Palace, this warrior could not avoid the sword. His vitality disappeared and his soul was shattered.
Another person in the martial arts realm has fallen. There is no joy in Rizhao's eyes, but sadness is getting stronger and stronger.
Step by step, Rizhao walked forward, and the fragrance of flowers came with the wind.
The two strong men in the martial arts field stared at Rizhao with their eyes fixed on them. They were deeply afraid that Rizhao would take action again.
The war resumed, but compared to before, the members of the Prince's Palace were unable to concentrate all their attention on the battle. They had to pay attention to the Japanese at all times.
The Zhuwu Sword Formation was in motion. Young Master Su stood high in the air, looking down at the two sides fighting below. With every movement of his hands and feet, the will of the sky condensed into a sword and shot down.
With the Zhuwu Sword Formation affecting the overall situation, Master Su Qiqi glanced at Rizhao. This man actually broke into the formation, but he did not notice it.
Snowflakes fell one after another, dyeing the prince's green shirt and his long hair like ink white. Sitting in the wind and snow, the prince's figure became more and more lonely.
"Rizhao, he is the third murderous intention, right?" The prince chuckled, and the snowflakes fell in his hands and turned into white seeds. This time, the prince has not yet made a move.
"Yeah!" Ye Chen grabbed the wine bottle, took a sip, and said leisurely: "His knife is even more terrifying than it was ten years ago!"
"It's just Wu Dai, are you so sure that the Japanese will help you?" The prince also took out a pot of wine. This wine was not the wine of the God of War, but the wine of Tiangang Continent.
Ye Chenruo looked at the jug in the prince's hand thoughtfully, and said lightly: "In hell, my memory was still not awakened at that time, and the sun appeared. At that time, I was already sure!"
"He said something to me at that time. He said that life is like a flower, blooming silently, but so short-lived and so brilliant. It seems that every flower looks the same, but the meaning of blooming is different.
It’s different, flowers bloom and fall, interpreting the changes in life. A long time ago, he was looking for the meaning of his openness and persisted in his persistence!” Ye Chen said lightly: “It’s just that the sun is gone, but in the darkness, the flowers
My son will also bloom!"
"And you are the sunshine, and he is the flower!" Ye Chen suddenly chuckled. If Rizhao had used his sword at that time, there would never have been this scene again.
Hearing this, the prince fell silent and looked at the sea of clouds with a calm expression. The battle was already doomed the moment Rizhao appeared. He also lost this martial arts battle.
"But I will definitely win this third chess game!" The prince said calmly, and his snowflakes appeared on his fingertips, blending into his terrifying will, whizzing to the chessboard, snap!
In the dead silence of the void, the dragon's roar resounded, and the rules of heaven and earth manifested.
For a time, the void became more oppressive, a majestic trend enveloped the hearts of tens of millions of people, and the suffocating breath spread like locusts passing through.
Holding feather fans, Ye Wushuang and Qimeng climbed up the high building. They both looked into the void, and their true energy began to circulate involuntarily. Only in this way can they resolve the oppression brought by the general trend.
"A simple chess game contains the power of heaven and earth. I didn't expect the prince to be so terrifying!" Qimeng said with lingering fear. They were so far away that the true crystal in her body was trembling.
"This is the only person on the Martial God Continent who can compare with the head of the family. He is indeed a very scary person!" Ye Wushuang said with slight approval. Although he had never had a head-on confrontation with the prince, this imperial chess game made him deeply aware of it.
experience.
"The imperial chess game between the family head and the prince has been won. As for the martial arts battle, the chess game will also be won. The general trend is gathering. In the third game, the family head will win!" Qimeng said with absolute certainty, her pink fist tightened.
Hold together.
Hearing this, Ye Wushuang smiled and nodded, "We will definitely win!"
Turning around, Ye Wushuang's eyes became extremely sharp in vain, he waved his feather fan towards the shore of Wujiang River, and said coldly: "Send the order, the ice sword formation will circle around!"
"Use the power of the eight formations to trap the enemy commander!"
"Promise!" Qimeng promised loudly and retreated from the tower.
While the snowflakes were flying, an inexplicable chill filled the Wujiang River, and the dripping blood and the river water immediately condensed into a layer of ice.
Just a few breaths later, hundreds of feet of ice once again crossed both sides of the Wujiang River, but this ice layer was terrifyingly blood red.
"Kill!" Ye Pojun raised his bloody sword and pointed it at the shore of Wujiang River.
Bang bang! Tens of millions of lions arrived together with a huge momentum.
Standing on the high platform, looking down at the Blood Prison Army and the Silver Armored Cavalry, the eight formations gathered tens of millions of troops, roaring towards them, falling on Meng Tian, Li Xin and others.
Kacha! The high platform could not withstand this trend and collapsed!
The snowflakes fell slowly, Meng Tian frowned slightly, looked around, and sighed slightly. Although the Batu formation with tens of millions of troops gathered together could not kill him, it was enough to suppress him.
Li Xin and others, with faces as white as rice paper, gathered behind Meng Tian and said in a low voice: "Coach!"
"Just stay where you are, they just want to trap me and wait, they won't take action!" Meng Tian said calmly, his tone still so calm.
"Trapped us?" Li Xin frowned slightly, but then he was relieved. He should have trapped Meng Tian, not them.
In the void, the chessboard is full of momentum and murderous intentions are everywhere.
Ye Chen and the prince's minds were once again focused on the chessboard, with the power of the army and the power of martial arts in the void hovering over the chessboard.
Ye Chen raised his right hand, caught the raindrops again, and said calmly: "You will also lose in the third chess game!"
Bang! A crystal clear black sunspot whizzed over and landed on the chessboard, setting off a wave of momentum. The roar of thousands of armies sounded out of thin air, and the momentum once again transformed into thousands of troops and horses.
The rules turned into armor, and the pressure of heaven and earth turned into sharp blades. With Ye Chen's move, endless soldiers and horses came out to attack the nine heavenly dragons.
"I'm going to slay the dragon!" Ye Chen said calmly. With a move of his hand, the pressure of heaven and earth turned into a rain of arrows, passing through thousands of troops and shooting directly at the prince...
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