Everything was within Ye Chen's calculations, everything seemed so clean and tidy.
Pointing out, drawing out the sword, and using the terrifying soul power of the fire unicorn, all of this showed Ye Chen's terrifying calculation power.
Sadly, the majestic Soul Martial Realm warrior died like this under Ye Chen's calculations. Ye Chen breathed a sigh of relief, as long as this Soul Martial Realm warrior was dealt with, everything would be easy to handle.
The two old men and the Luoxia Peak disciples stared blankly at Ye Chen, who was dressed in blood. At this moment, Ye Chen's figure became eternal in their hearts and could not be erased!
The bloody clothes and indifferent expression were as unshakable as the Luoxia Peak beneath his feet.
Ye Chen looked indifferent, and without any pause, he took another step forward. When this step fell, the billowing sword energy overflowed crazily around Ye Chen.
Below, a broken sword was stuck on a pool of blood. The cold wind picked up the blood drops, and the sword made a low sound.
Dozens of figures plundered out of the crowd, jumped into the air, and surrounded Ye Chen's figure with swords in hand.
Facing Ye Chen's terrifying strength, the man in black finally lost his previous indifference, and dozens of Qi Martial Realm warriors swept towards Ye Chen.
Amid the momentum of dozens of people, Ye Chen's figure was like a lonely boat in the sea, looking so thin and precarious.
The tip of the sword was slightly raised, Ye Chen's left hand gently crossed the tip of the sword, and a little blood dripped from the sword.
Raising his head, Ye Chen still looked at these people calmly, without joy or sadness, but the killing intent in his eyes was enough to make people's hearts tremble.
Especially the disciples of Luoxia Peak looked stunned. Ye Chen always gave them a gentle feeling on weekdays, but today's Ye Chen made them feel depressed.
"This killing should end!" Ye Chen raised his head, looked at the sky, and murmured softly.
Too many people died in this massacre, too many people.
"He's gone, why are you staying here?" Ye Chen took a step forward, and a terrifying momentum swept out.
Ye Chen's mutterings fell into everyone's ears and were undoubtedly the greetings of the God of Death. A dozen figures stepped back a few steps, and a trace of blood dripped from the corner of the man in black's mouth.
As the blood filled the air, more than a dozen men in black snorted coldly, with ferocious expressions showing madness, and their sword energy shot towards Ye Chen like a torrent.
In Ye Chen's view, these offensives seemed so insignificant. The terrifying energy was flowing in Ye Chen's body. Ye Chen just waved his sword forward faintly, and the sword energy appeared all over the sky.
I don't know when the snowflakes began to flutter again, and this weak snowflake seemed to have transformed into a sword at this moment.
Raising his left hand slightly, Ye Chen held the falling snowflakes with his left hand and said lightly: "Broken!"
Cold shouts resounded, but the weak snowflakes strangely broke the sharp sword energy.
Wearing a martial robe and making hunting noises, Ye Chen stood with a sword in his hand, his thin figure standing in the sky full of snowflakes, which were spinning around him.
The man in black had a somewhat complicated look in his eyes for dispelling the sword energy so easily. This young man was so strong, beyond everyone's expectation.
However, thinking about this mission, they knew that they had no chance to retreat. Gradually, the man in black became crazy, suppressed the fear in his heart, and attacked Ye Chen again.
However, this madness, in Ye Chen's eyes, was a powerless resistance. He raised his sword and murmured softly: "Look, these people will eventually be buried with them!"
The cold wind blew, and Ye Chen's figure moved like snowflakes fluttering in the wind.
The tip of the Qilin Sword swayed with the snowflakes, and sword shadows appeared strangely beside Ye Chen. One illusion was ten, and ten illusions were hundreds. In an instant, hundreds of sword shadows spread out in the void.
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Hundreds of swords descended! Hundreds of sword shadows stood in the sky, and their pressure was enough to affect the entire Luoxia Peak.
The silence below was terrifying. Both the disciples of Luoxia Peak and others were watching this scene quietly. Perhaps, this was the sword that decided the fate of Luoxia Peak.
Hundreds of swords came down together, and the power at this moment was definitely beyond what ordinary people could imagine. Supported by this terrifying energy, Ye Chen's strength increased exponentially, and the same was true for this sword.
The tip of the sword passed through the void, causing ripples in the space. Finally, the cracks in the space spread out, and the terrifying tearing force spread out in the cracks, pulling the bodies of dozens of men in black.
In front of this sword, the Qi Martial Realm warrior appears so weak.
The screams gathered together, and the Hundred Swords disappeared as quickly as they came. Dozens of Qi Martial Realm warriors were directly wiped out. However, the Hundred Swords did not end. Instead, under the control of Ye Chen, the Hundred Swords pointed downwards.
The man in black shot away.
Seeing this, the faces of the men in black changed greatly, and they were extremely embarrassed to avoid the sword shadows coming from them.
The moment the hundred swords disappeared, only less than a hundred of the hundreds of men in black were left, easily killing hundreds of enemies. Ye Chen's black-haired figure was undoubtedly given a bloody look, but Ye Chen's face was expressionless.
Indifferent, he took another step forward, holding the sword, and his body turned into a rainbow and fell from the void, heading straight for the crowd below. A massacre was staged again in Ye Chen's hands.
The disciples of Luoxia Peak all looked at this scene blankly. The men in black who were so fierce before looked so weak at this moment.
This was a complete massacre, Ye Chen was like a wolf among sheep.
Above the sword path, there were corpses everywhere and rivers of blood. At this moment, Luoxia Peak was undoubtedly saved!
After a few moments, the screams seemed to slowly dissipate. Looking from a distance, there was no man in black on the sword path. They all died under Ye Chen's sword.
Turning around, Ye Chen glanced at the Qilin Stone Statue and breathed a sigh of relief. Luoxia Peak was saved.
However, thinking of Huang Wushuang's death, Ye Chen's eyes turned cold. He turned around and looked at Sword God Peak, filled with murderous intent, that person!
"I'll leave this place to you!" Ye Chen said calmly with his back to everyone. He took a step forward and his figure turned into a rainbow and flew towards the void of Sword God Peak. If you regret not completing it, today I will take care of it.
You are done!
Above the void, it is different from the bloody scene at the five peaks, but there is hidden murderous intent everywhere. Sword energy is flying around like a torrent, the space is broken and slowly reunited everywhere, and a terrifying pressure continues to spread towards the surroundings.
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The battle here can be divided into two parts, one is naturally between Yue Jingxian and Huang Lingtian, and the other is between Liu Yuyan and the others. During the battle in the Soul Martial Realm, dark space cracks sometimes appear around them.
In addition to the three peak masters, there are four Soul Martial Realm warriors on the Sword God Sect side, but there are also eight Soul Martial Realm warriors on the side of the man in black.
The two sides are equally powerful. As long as one side defeats the other, the balance of victory will tilt towards that side. However, this battle will not end in a short time.
With an extremely pale face, Liu Yuyan avoided the incoming sword light with a solemn expression. The current situation undoubtedly favored Huang Lingtian's side.
When Liu Yuyan's eyes touched the figure in the distance, there was a cold murderous intent in her eyes, and an extremely powerful aura erupted from her body. She murmured softly: "Brother, let me take your regrets for you."
Finish!"
While Liu Yuyan was talking to herself, the men in black and the masters of the outer sect drew their swords one after another.
The eight extremely powerful sword energy rushed towards Liu Yuyan like poisonous snakes. The terrifying pressure of the momentum made Liu Yuyan's body involuntarily take a few steps back. There was a burst of blood energy in her chest, and a trace of blood red appeared at the corner of her mouth.
Her dress, which was as white as snow, was already stained with blood. At this moment, Liu Yuyan seemed to be at the end of her life.
The Soul Martial Realm warriors on the Sword God Sect side roared angrily and moved towards Liu Yuyan one after another. However, they were blocked one by one by the men in black.
"Is it over?" Facing the overwhelming sword energy, Liu Yuyan's face showed a hint of despair, and she looked at the sword god Wufeng behind her with reluctance. She had been practicing swordsmanship for more than thirty years.
For many years, this sight seemed to be deeply imprinted in the depths of her memory.
At this moment, a figure appeared in Liu Yuyan's eyes, a tall and straight figure.
"Senior brother, I'm sorry, maybe I can't do it for you!" Liu Yuyan murmured softly.