The calm tone was enough to reveal Yuehen's inner anger.
His clothes are as white as snow and his hair is as white as snow. It seems that even the four-foot-long sword is as cold as the snowflakes.
Just this figure, but no one would ignore it.
In the cold wind, the white hair was blowing in the wind, and everyone actually felt a sad feeling on this thin figure.
That kind of sadness that can't be resolved or driven away! What kind of sadness is this? Why did I feel like this when I saw that figure.
"I haven't seen you in such a miserable state for a long time!" A plain voice resounded in the void, and the figure raised its head, revealing a dull face.
The most surprising thing is that look, what kind of look it is, so empty and lifeless.
The empty eyes, when everyone's eyes touched those eyes, they still felt sad.
The voice came loudly, and Ye Chen was startled when he heard the familiar voice. Then, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"Indeed, I haven't been so embarrassed in a long time. I don't even have the strength to resist. This is really sad!" Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Ye Chen raised his head and looked at the figure in front of him.
"That's true, it's not your style!" the figure said calmly.
The powerful momentum of the two old men swept over them, but this figure didn't care at all. Just this magnanimity made people secretly admire them.
"I haven't seen you for a long time, but you talk more. This is not like your style!" Ye Chen chuckled while holding the sword.
"People always change, don't they?" Turning around, Mu Chen looked at Ye Chen, who had a pale face.
"Why are you here?" Ye Chen took a step forward and stood side by side with Mu Chen.
Mu Chen, holding the sword, raised his head, looked at the two old men and said calmly: "Because you are here, I am here!"
Hearing this, Ye Chen was stunned, and immediately knew that this was not the time to ask further questions. He smiled, pointed his sword at the two old men, and said, "Today's battle is a bit tricky!" "Old rules, I'll deal with the one on the right, while the others will.
I leave it to you!" Holding the sword, Mu Chen burst out with a fierce aura.
"Tsk, tsk, 1 boy, you have been surpassed by him again. This boy actually broke through the hunwu realm in just a few months! He has the strongest artistic conception of the only emotion and the cultivation of the hunwu realm, tsk tsk!"
Bouncing, the voice of Fire Qilin resounded in Ye Chen's mind. Hearing this, Ye Chen also looked at Ye Chen solemnly. At this moment, Mu Chen gave Ye Chen that unfathomable feeling.
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Especially the aura flowing around Mu Chen's body, a mysterious wave spread across Mu Chen's body.
All the Hun Martial Realm warriors present looked at Mu Chen with a little fear, it was scary!
"Who are you? Are you Ye Chen's accomplice?" Yuehen said indifferently as he came out with a sword.
Every word and action exuded the power that a leader of a sect should have, but to Mu Chen, this power was like air.
Seeing that the other party seemed to be ignoring him, Yuehen looked indifferently and shouted at the two old men in the group: "Senior, it's getting late now and it's time to end it!"
Hearing this, the two old men sighed and surrounded Ye Chen and Mu Chen again. The swords in their hands were breathing extremely cold sword energy, and they slowly and expressionlessly approached Ye Chen in the air, one on the left and one on the right.
Shorten the distance between you and Ye Chen.
With a cold look in his eyes, Ye Chen's whole body burst out with momentum again. At this moment, Ye Chen was running crazily regardless of whether his body could withstand this violent energy.
The energy surged in Ye Chen's body and a heartbreaking feeling swept over him, but Ye Chen's eyes always fell on the old man on the left.
As for the right side, Ye Chen didn't consider it because there was Mu Chen on the right side.
His empty gaze always fell on the old man who was approaching. Mu Chen's whole body was completely devoid of breath, as if he had blended into the world.
Seeing this, the old man was slightly startled, and a rare trace of solemnity appeared on his face.
"Fengying, you have to be careful, that kid is not simple!" The old man coming from the left suddenly said.
Feng Ying was also the old man in front of Mu Chen. As the oldest practitioner of the Sword God Sect, he could naturally feel the strength of the boy in front of him.
"With your strength, you don't need to take a trip into this muddy water!" Feng Ying opened his eyes and said.
However, Mu Chen on the other side ignored him and kept staring at Feng Ying with his empty eyes.
"What kind of look is this? Why do I feel sad!" Feng Ying secretly thought, holding the sword and coming out. Seeing Ye Chen's fierce fight again, Feng Ying no longer hesitated and took action immediately.
Phew! However, before the Feng Ying Sword was released, a streak of white light came out.
The speed of the sword light is extremely fast, pulling in the power of heaven and earth, forcing it to come.
Immediately behind was Mu Chen's figure. This sword was too fast, no less than Ye Chen's sword rain!
The action of drawing the sword was done in one go. In countless days and nights, Mu Chen did not know how many times he drew the sword. Because of this, drawing the sword seemed to have become the instinct of Mu Chen's body.
"What a fast sword!" Feng Ying took a few steps, as if his figure traveled through space, leaving several afterimages wherever he passed, hoping to avoid Mu Chen's sword.
In the void, snowflakes were floating. Through the friction of the air, the snowflakes turned into drizzle, and a drop of water fell lightly on the tip of Muchen's sword.
Ding! A crisp, ding-dong sound resounded, but it was this ding-dong sound that made people feel sad.
The sadness of losing the one you love, the loneliness, the loneliness, cannot be resolved or driven away.
A wave of vibration spread out along the tip of the sword and swept the entire audience. "Ding Ding!"
First there was a sound of sword chants, and soon the entire hall was filled with sword chants, and the entire Sword God Peak seemed to have become a sea of sword chants.
Bang bang! Ye Chen was forced back by the old man with a sword, and he retreated dozens of steps, looking at this scene in surprise.
Whoosh! Hundreds of sword lights shot out from below and appeared in mid-air. They were hundreds of swords. At the same time, hundreds of exclamations sounded from below.
These swords all broke away from their masters' hands and floated uncontrollably.
Even Ye Chen felt as if the sword in his hand was about to break free.
Mu Chen's sword still continued, but at this moment, the sword came out, followed by hundreds of sword lights, and the terrifying power of heaven and earth spread out.
The pressure came, and Feng Ying restrained his inner contempt. The boy in front of him was only at the first level of martial arts, but his strength was unpredictable.
"Are you competing for strength?" The sword intent erupted, and the wind shadow swept out a few steps, and the sword shadows scattered all over the sky, like the Milky Way coming from the nine heavens, in an endless stream, pressing forward step by step.
Bang bang! Explosions resounded non-stop. Mu Chen and Feng Ying were moving faster and faster. The most frightening thing was the cracks in the space that spread out.
The swords in the air broke apart under Feng Ying's relentless offensive, and for a moment, they fell downwards. Looking up, it was Mu Chen who fell below.
However, Mu Chen's expression remained as dull as ever, unchanged.
"The Sword God Sect is definitely not a place where anyone can come and leave whenever they want, but here they are, so let's stay today!" Feng Ying shouted coldly, and the sword pillar that reached the sky swept out.
The sharp sword pillars shattered the swords one by one and shot directly at Mu Chen.
"I really only know how to use one sword!" Facing this sword pillar, Mu Chen still used such a simple sword.
Ding! Raindrops fell on the tip of the sword again, and a sad emotion spread. What kind of sadness is this? This sadness makes the world feel sad.
In an instant, the drizzle in the sky turned into an indestructible sword.
The drizzle passed through the sword pillar and the sword pillar shattered. At the same time, the drizzle dripping on Feng Ying's body also left eye-catching sword marks on Feng Ying's body.
Boom! Feng Ying's figure stepped back several steps in a row, his martial robe was shattered, eye-catching sword marks emerged, and the blood was scattered on the sky.
Looking at this scene, the disciples of the Sword God Sect were stunned at the same time. The Supreme Elder was actually injured?
In their hearts, the most powerful elder was actually injured by the white-haired young man in front of them. This scene was unbelievable, but the scene before them told everyone that this was true.
Another old man looked at this scene in astonishment, as did Ye Chen.
With his eyes slightly lowered, Feng Ying looked at the dense sword marks on his body. He raised his head and looked at the drizzle in the sky, with a trace of solemnity appearing in his eyes.
Recalling the previous sadness, Feng Ying's heart suddenly sank. He was able to use the artistic conception to such a clever degree and integrate the sword's intention into the rain.
Wait? With that sad feeling, Feng Ying suddenly raised his head, looked at Mu Chen, and said in disbelief: "It's actually Weiqing!" Weiqing! As soon as these words came out, all the Hun Martial Realm warriors in the audience were stunned.
There was a hint of astonishment.
However, Mu Chen's sword did not stop because of this, and swept out again, and the drizzle in the sky once again enveloped the wind shadow.
Seeing this, Ye Chen breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the floating white figure, and murmured softly: "Brother Mu is so powerful, how can I be like a sick cat!" Turning around, Ye Chen held the sword in his hand.