The mountain wind was still roaring on the sword path, and Ye Chen stood alone on the sword path.
Withdrawing his gaze, Ye Chen continued to run the Xuan Bing Jue in his body, and the spiritual energy from the surrounding world rushed towards Ye Chen's body crazily.
A few moments later, a beautiful shadow emerged from the sword path below.
The slender and slender figure looked so thin in the cold wind, as if it could be blown down by the mountain wind at any time.
Her black hair was messed up by the mountain wind, and Qian Ying stood motionless below, her eyes obviously looking towards Ye Chen.
Sensing this gaze, Ye Chen opened his eyes, turned around, and looked at the beautiful figure below with a hint of astonishment.
With skin as thick as snow, standing in the wind and snow, Qianchuan Xue's figure seemed to merge with the surrounding snowflakes, indistinguishable from each other.
The two of them looked at each other speechless, while Qianchuan Xue looked at the thin figure above with confusion and said nothing.
"Something's wrong!" Ye Chen broke the silence first and said.
Hearing this, Qian Chuanxue still didn't say anything, turned around, left quietly, and disappeared at the end of the wind and snow.
Looking at the departing figure, Ye Chen sighed slightly, this woman!
After Qianchuan Xue left, another beautiful figure appeared again on the kendo, and its fiery figure looked particularly enchanting in the wind.
Feeling the aura of several breaths, Ye Chen had a rare hint of astonishment in his eyes.
This was the breath of Fengshen Jue. Ye Muwan walked slowly in the wind and snow, stood below, looked up at Ye Chen, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.
Obviously, the previous scene between Ye Chen and Qian Chuanxue was seen by Ye Muwan.
Just like before, Ye Chen and Ye Muwan also fell into silence for a while.
If Ye Muwan looked at Ye Muwan thoughtfully, Ye Chen said first: "Something's wrong!"
"No!" Ye Muwan's voice was still as crisp as she remembered. She shook her head slightly, smiled gently, and said, "Just to see how you are doing lately!"
"Not bad!" Ye Chen said calmly, his heart sinking slightly. Ye Muwan and Qian Chuanxue obviously recognized their true identities.
Hearing this, Ye Muwan smiled faintly, turned around, and said nothing.
Since Ye Chen did not come to the Sword God Sect with his true identity, he had his own intentions. Therefore, Ye Muwan did not say anything.
Turning around, Ye Muwan walked towards the way he came.
When Ye Muwan disappeared at the end of the sword path, Ye Muwan stopped, turned his back to Ye Chen and said, "Your murderous intention has become even stronger!"
After saying that, Ye Muwan's figure turned into a stream of light and disappeared at the end.
Looking at Ye Muwan's leaving figure, Ye Chen smiled faintly. She was still the same, not changing at all.
Turning around, Ye Chen raised his head and looked at the snowflakes in the sky. A clear voice seemed to surround his ears: "If one day, my sword cannot pull you back from the killing, then I will kill you!"
Lonely peaks, wind and snow, mountain roads, Ye Chen's figure seemed so lonely in this world.
"Since we're here, why don't we meet!" Ye Chen suddenly said, his voice carried by the mountain wind and falling on the mountain road.
A white figure emerged from behind Ye Chen, strolled over and stood beside Ye Chen.
Seeing this familiar figure, Ye Chen smiled slightly but didn't say anything.
This figure and the familiar sound of the piano have been accompanying him for several months. Looking at this figure, Ye Chen's eyes showed a hint of reminiscence.
There was endless darkness below, and the sky above was filled with stars. Li Shiyue also looked at this familiar figure, smiled politely, and said, "Congratulations!"
Hearing this, Ye Chen smiled faintly but still did not speak.
The wind was swirling between the two of them. At this moment, Li Shiyue felt a sense of loss for some reason. This feeling was very strange. Although the two of them were several meters apart, Li Shiyue felt that they were a world apart.
"You take it lightly. All the disciples of the Sword God Sect aspire to become the champion of the Five Peaks Competition!" After a pause, Li Shiyue continued: "So I congratulate you!"
Raising his right hand slightly, Ye Chen held the falling snowflakes and said lightly: "Martial arts is not just as simple as a five-peak competition, isn't it?"
Hearing this, Li Shiyue nodded meaningfully, sighed slightly, held the falling snowflakes between her slender and slender fingers, and sighed softly: "Do you think there is a chance that these snowflakes in the sky will overlap?"
"Every snowflake has a different trajectory, just like everyone has a different life trajectory!" Ye Chen shook his head slightly and said, "So there will be no overlap!"
"Haha, indeed, even if two snowflakes meet, they will be separated after that!" Li Shiyue smiled softly, her eyes so lonely.
Hearing this, Ye Chen raised his head and glanced at Li Shiyue thoughtfully. At this moment, he couldn't understand the woman in front of him.
Sensing the change in Ye Chen's expression, Li Shiyue smiled gracefully, without saying anything, turned around, and Li Shiyue kicked her feet slightly, and her figure fell lightly towards the sword path below like snowflakes.
Turning around, Ye Chen quietly watched Li Shiyue leave without saying anything.
"Suifeng! Maybe you really shouldn't come back during this Five Peaks Competition!" Li Shiyue's voice was still floating in the mountain wind, but his figure disappeared.
Hearing this, Ye Chen frowned slightly and murmured to himself: "Shouldn't you come back?"
Today, Li Shiyue always gives Ye Chen a mysterious feeling. After sighing slightly, Ye Chen said lightly: "Maybe!"
Turning around, Ye Chen sat directly on the snow, used the Xuan Bing Jue again, and practiced quietly.
Its soul power surged out from Ye Chen's body like a tide, sweeping across the entire Luoxia Peak. Ye Chen's mind was completely integrated with this mountain peak.
The terrifying energy in his body still exists, running the Suzaku Art. Every time he refines some energy, Ye Chen can feel the improvement in his own strength.
The Sword God Mountain under the dark curtain is always so quiet, only the roar of the cold wind is left, and its lights dance in the wind.
However, the villages around Sword God Mountain seemed lifeless. After the bloodbath by that mysterious force, no one in these villages survived.
The crowing of cocks and the barking of dogs were still there, but the whole village was deserted and lifeless.
The dilapidated houses collapsed to the ground. Although the snowflakes were falling, they could not cover up the scarlet color on the ground. Although the corpses of the villagers were buried by the Sword God Sect disciples, the scarlet color on the ground could not hide them.
In the dilapidated house, its broken wooden chairs were piled up haphazardly, and a pit was extremely eye-catching.
The pale moonlight penetrated the clouds, and its moonlight poured down like water, falling on the pit, and a strange scene appeared.
A small amount of mist emerged over the pit, and then a stream of scarlet liquid emerged from the pit, hissing, and soon filled the pit, forming a pool of blood.
Such scenes not only happened in this dilapidated village, but also happened all around Sword God Mountain.
However, a mysterious force enveloped the blood pool, so no one noticed the strangeness this time.
Somewhere in the Sword God Mountain Range, a tall figure stood on the top of the mountain, and behind him stood the Lianyun Sect leaders Wang Tong and Wang Lin.
Raising his head, Wang Tong looked at the figure in front of him with some fear, and said respectfully: "Brother, since the Five Peaks Competition is over, Wang will return to Lianyun Sect to prepare for his plan!"
Hearing this, the man said calmly: "Just follow the plan!"
After saying this, the figure became invisible and disappeared like a mountain breeze. The wind passed by and the person became invisible.
After the figure disappeared, Wang Tong breathed a sigh of relief. Facing this person, he did not dare to act like a sect leader.
A few moments later, Wang Lin wondered: "Father, who is that person? Why do you have to be so respectful to him? And what is that plan?"
Hearing this, Wang Tong shook his head slightly and said: "You don't need to worry about this matter, you can just practice hard!"
After finishing speaking, Wang Tong turned around and looked at the majestic Sword God Mountain, a chill running through his eyes.
"Does this count as seeking skin from a tiger?" Wang Tong murmured softly. The future of his Lianyun Sect is only in these few months. If it cannot rise, it will be overthrown.
Looking at the graceful Sword God Mountain Range, Wang Tong seemed to see a scene of rivers of blood and corpses everywhere. With his hands clenched, Wang Tong said to Wang Lin: "Let's go!"
After saying that, the two people's figures turned into a stream of light and disappeared at the end of the sky.
After the two people left, the man from before appeared again, with his hands behind his back, and said indifferently: "It's finally time to start, Sword God Sect!"