In the bloody sword tomb, the heaving corpses poured out like a tide.
Just out of instinct, tens of thousands of corpses held broken swords and walked strangely away from the territory.
More than ten thousand blood prison troops are stationed in the Sword Tomb, and the army is waiting in formation, with fluttering battle flags planted in every corner.
A chilling murderous aura permeated the tens of millions of troops, and sword formations were arranged in the sword tomb.
A thousand-foot high mountain made of bones reaches to the crack in the seal. On the high mountain, several white clothes are moving in the wind.
"The third offensive is more fierce than the previous two. In addition to the tens of thousands of blood prison troops here, the empire's silver armored cavalry are also coming here!"
"Maybe tomorrow, tens of thousands of silver-armored cavalry will arrive!"
The third generation stood with his hands behind his hands, looking directly at the dim outer territory in the distance, where corpses were floating in the sky.
"At least before I die, they can't get even half a step beyond this place!"
"I started playing two chess games many years ago, one is the Wushen chess game, and the other is the Tiangang chess game!"
His bright eyes are like stars. The prince is dressed in white. Although his appearance is completely similar to Ye Chen, his temperament is more evil and charming than indifferent.
"Meng Tian has blended into the enemy army and should appear in Tiangang now!"
"It's time for Tiangang, which has been peaceful for many years, to be in turmoil. We must surround Yanzhao to save the God of War!"
Snow flakes fell one after another. The prince's sword finger was raised slightly, catching the falling snow flakes, and the snow flakes turned into a chess piece.
"Kowloon - Frozen!" The prince groaned. His sword finger moved slightly. The chess piece in his hand shot out, causing ripples in the heaven and earth.
Regular ripples surged, forming a floating chessboard, covering the cracks in the seal. Black and white chess pieces criss-crossed on it, forming a seal. From time to time, the phantom of Nine Dragons emerged.
"You are the only person in the world who can compare to the chessboard that was laid out thousands of years ago!" A rare smile appeared on the corner of the third generation's lips.
"I can't compare to her, at least I haven't beaten her in chess!" The prince shook his head, narrowed his eyes, looked up at the sky above his head, and murmured: "I can only help you with part of this chess game, but in the end
He still needs to come up with the ending."
The cold wind blew out of the sword tomb, causing a shower of blood. A majestic fighting spirit filled the sky above the tens of thousands of troops.
The war between the God of War and Tiangang broke out completely, but Ye Chen, who was in Tiangang, knew nothing about it.
Under the bloody sky, loud explosions of clashing gold and iron echoed out, clang! clang! clang!
Streams of bright sword light swung down, making a sharp sound of breaking wind, and landed on the long blood-colored chain. Sparks burst out, but there were no traces on the chain.
Three days ago, Ye Chen stepped into the palace where countless warriors were buried for the second time. When he came out, his whole body was covered with scars again.
For two consecutive days, Ye Chen gathered his energy to deal with the injuries in his body, raised his Qilin Sword again, and cut off the martial chain.
Repeating the action of swinging the sword again and again, and failing again and again, Ye Chen's eyes were extremely calm, without any trace of decadence.
The prisoners around him were watching all this numbly, looking at the figure wielding a sword. No one thought that he would cut off the chains, at least for dozens of days. There were no traces on the chains.
Even the old woman who had dissuaded him a few days ago was silent for a while. Although she couldn't see it, she could hear the sounds of gold and iron clashing. She knew that the man who called himself Ye Chen had not given up yet.
Only the future. Her bright beautiful eyes stared closely at the bright sword light, and her little hands clasped together.
Sparks were flying. Ye Chen's left hand was condensed with vitality, and his right hand held a sword, never forgetting the power to repair the body.
"As long as there is enough vitality, the injuries on the body can be recovered. The stronger the body is, the easier it is to cut off this martial chain!"
Ye Chen's eyes were calm as he looked at the chain below. Each sword hit the same spot on the chain. Water droplets could penetrate the stone. He firmly believed that he could cut off the chain with the sword in his hand.
Clang! Until the end, both old and new prisoners got used to the sound of the clash of gold and iron.
Five days later, Ye Chen stopped in vain, raised his head, and looked at a locking frame dozens of feet away, with a new prisoner, a woman, locked on it.
Wearing a white dress, the whiteness is incompatible with this world. The woman has a beautiful face, with a slightly earthy temperament, and her belly is slightly bulging.
Ye Chen noticed a few days ago that this woman had been staring at him.
"Is something wrong?" Ye Chen asked. In the woman's belly, he noticed the fluctuation of life.
Seeing Ye Chen's gaze, the woman's face showed a look of ecstasy, and she said in a begging tone: "Can you...can you help me with something?"
Perhaps because she had not had any water for several days, the woman's voice seemed extremely hoarse, even a little harsh.
"What's the matter?" Ye Chen did not refuse, but asked directly.
"Help me destroy this face, please!" the woman said weakly. She has been imprisoned here for fifteen days. According to the rules here, she will be escorted to the palace today.
When a young woman in her prime begs to have her most proud appearance ruined, how much determination does it take?
"At least if I become an ugly monster, those people may not be interested in me." The woman murmured, her eyes slightly lowered, looking at the swollen belly. Maybe there would be a chance to save the child in her belly.
Hearing this, Ye Chen trembled slightly. After a moment of silence, he nodded, "Okay!"
Ye Chen slowly raised the Qilin Sword in his hand. The sword was heavier than ever.
Phew! The Qilin Sword brought up afterimages, and the surging sword energy shot out, lightly crossing the woman's face, bringing out streaks of blood.
While the blood was flying, shocking sword marks covered the entire face, looking up, it looked extremely ferocious.
Blood dripped down her cheeks and dyed her dress red, but a smile appeared on the corner of the woman's mouth and she said weakly: "Thank you, Ye Zi!"
The woman didn't know what Ye Chen's name was, but she heard that he often called him Uncle Ye in the future.
Rain of blood fell again, and more than ten thousand soldiers came in force, dragging the chains and escorting more than ten thousand new and old prisoners away.
Standing in the blood rain, Ye Chen quietly looked at the white dress fluttering in the rain. He knew that the hope of this woman's return was slim, but he still drew his sword. At least in this way, she still had something in her heart.
The existence of hope.
"Uncle Ye Zi, will that sister come back?" Future whispered with endless sadness in his clear eyes.
"I don't know, but I know that she will persist until the last moment for the sake of the child in her belly!" Ye Chen whispered, his voice immediately being drowned by the sound of rain.
"If one day I want to go there, then, Uncle Ye, you have to use your sword against me just like you did just now, okay?" Future murmured.
Hearing this, Ye Chen trembled slightly and looked at the future under the rain of blood.
A twelve-year-old child should be smiling in the sun, she should not belong here. Ye Chen said to himself, holding the Qilin Sword tightly, and said firmly: "In the future, that day will never come!"
"Uncle said he would take you to see the most beautiful sunset and moon in the world, do you believe it?" Ye Chen chuckled, and the rain of blood dyed his long hair red.
Meeting Ye Chen's gaze, Wei Lai smiled gently, "Wei Lai believes in Uncle Ye Zi and has always believed in him."
There is a kind of happiness in this world, and that is to be believed by others. Ye Chen smiled slightly, concentrated his attention, and continued to wave the Qilin Sword in his hand. The sparks that burst out were immediately drowned by the rain.
Half a day later, bursts of rapid footsteps could be heard at the end of the horizon, as more than 10,000 soldiers escorted the prisoners back.
Ye Chen raised his head and looked at the empty martial arts rack ten feet away, without the white dress in his memory.
Although Ye Chen knew half a day ago that the hope of the woman's return was extremely slim.
"Sometimes, the cheaper thing than dignity is life!" Ye Chen murmured softly. Suddenly, Ye Chen's eyes changed slightly, and he saw two soldiers pulling a bloody shadow over and locking the figure again.
On the shelf.
Seeing this figure, the prisoners present breathed a sigh of relief inadvertently. She persevered and came back alive.
Several whip marks covered the woman's hands and feet, and her face was even more bloody. However, there was a smile on the corner of the woman's mouth, and she looked at her abdomen with gentle eyes. She kept the child in her belly.
"Sometimes, faith can conquer everything!" A smile appeared at the corner of Ye Chen's mouth, and the Qilin Sword in his hand brought out a bright sword light, tearing apart the rain and fog, and swung down.
Bang! When sparks flew everywhere, a mark thinner than a hair appeared on the chain...
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