Chapter 811 In his hands, killing has become an art
Chapter 811 In his hands, killing has become an art
Ice condensation! Thousands of miles of void are shrouded in cold air. The cold air condenses into layers of ice and spreads in all directions with the Jue Lin as the center.
Hiss! The ice condensed out, and the cold air also enveloped Qing Jue and the man in black.
Bang bang! Several waves of momentum erupted, and the terrifying momentum shattered the spreading figure. At the same time, the ice layer also blocked the offensive of the four men in black.
Qing Jue secretly breathed a sigh of relief, raised his left hand, and its endless strong wind surrounded him, shattering the spreading ice.
"The rules of ice!" The man in black who spoke earlier raised his sword with a sword, and the sword energy was so powerful that the ten-foot-long sword energy directly shattered the surrounding ice.
"White Tiger Clan!" When they noticed this cold breath, the expressions of the men in black changed.
Jue Lin turned his head slightly and said to the several White Tiger clan members behind him: "Jue Yi, Jue Qing, Jue Wu, you three will follow me to kill the man in black!"
"The rest of the people will go down and help the Qinglong clan members to kill the incoming enemies!" Jue Lin quickly ordered while holding the sword behind his back and looking at the man in black with a cold look in his eyes, "Two foreign enemies, very good!"
His eyes were full of murderous intent. As Jue Lin's words floated out, Jue Lin kicked his feet and his body turned into a stream of light and rushed towards the four men in black.
The three White Tiger clan members were all behind Jue Lin, and the auras of four spiritual martial realm warriors exploded, and the terrifying aura swept towards the four men in black.
For a moment, in the void, a coercion gathered on Jue Lin and the others. Seeing this, Qing Jue chuckled and said, "These bastards must be damned for colluding with foreign enemies!"
For a moment, five auras tightly locked the four men in black. Obviously, in terms of numbers, the Qinglong tribe already had an advantage.
The White Tiger clan members who were originally standing behind Ye Chen also rushed towards the Wolong Valley below. The cold air flowed down like water, directly freezing several men in black.
The White Tiger clan members who accompanied Ye Chen were all top-notch masters. The cultivation levels of these White Tiger clan members who rushed to Wolong Valley were all above the second level of Soul Martial Arts.
A warrior in the Soul Martial Realm can influence the power of heaven and earth with just a single movement. In just an instant, several members of the White Tiger Tribe killed many men in black.
However, there is naturally no shortage of Soul Martial Realm warriors among the men in black. Several Soul Martial Realm black-clothed men solved their respective opponents and entangled the White Tiger clan members one after another.
The power of heaven and earth condensed, and the strong wind around Wolong Valley dispersed. The sound of dragon roars sounded from time to time.
Bang bang! The entire Wolong Valley shook from time to time, and its flying sword energy left deep sword marks on the mountain wall.
Obviously, the fighting around Wolong Valley has once again reached a stalemate. Facing the endless stream of men in black, the addition of the White Tiger tribe only relieved the pressure on the Qinglong tribe.
However, as long as success or failure in the void is determined, the battle below will also be determined.
However, before that, the Qinglong clan had to sacrifice the lives of hundreds of clan members. The sound of fighting was like thunder, rising into the sky and deafening.
In the void, Ye Chen looked down at the stalemate in the battle below and murmured softly: "Those people are the Qinglong tribe!"
"Although the Qinglong people have turned into human forms, when they draw their true energy, dragon scales still appear on their skin. These dragon scales are extremely hard and can dissolve a lot of sword energy!" Fire Qilin's voice resounded in Ye Chen's mind.
And rise.
Raising his head and looking at the scene of sword energy, Ye Chen murmured softly: "Since you are here, I will give the Qinglong Clan a gift!"
As he spoke, Ye Chen raised his right hand. The unicorn sword glowing with cold light appeared in his hand, holding the unicorn sword. Ye Chen looked down at the surging men in black below, and murmured softly: "Becoming prey
Before, get rid of these humble hunters first!"
Obviously, when Ye Chen, Han Jian and others left the Sword God Sect, they became the prey of that mysterious force.
Endless murderous intention filled the air in Ye Chen's eyes. Stepping forward, Ye Chen rushed downwards with his sword in his hand. With one strike of the sword, the brilliant sword light streaked across the sky, also bringing up a stream of blood flowers.
The blood dyed the snowflakes red. Under the scarlet snowflakes, what floated was the extremely bright sword light. Every sword light was so beautiful.
Ye Chen held the sword, stepping on the floating snowflakes, and gently lifted the long sword. No matter he was a martial arts refining realm warrior, a Qi martial arts realm warrior, or a soul martial realm warrior, just one sword was enough to overwhelm the entire world.
sword.
For anyone, Ye Chen never differentiated between them and treated them equally. The beautiful sword light brought them into the world called death.
Snowflakes were flying like catkins, and Ye Chen, holding a sword, shuttled among the crowd like a leisurely stroll in a courtyard. Wherever he passed, he would definitely bring up a trail of blood flowers.
For some reason, the snowflakes floating in the sky were dyed blood-colored, and under the snowflakes, this figure seemed to be integrated with the vast white land, without any life.
Another extremely strange thing is that the eyes of those dead men in black did not have any fear, but a look of peace, as if they died in a beautiful dream.
The bright sword light was looming, but the men in black never saw Ye Chen's figure, as if Ye Chen didn't exist.
The people of the Qinglong tribe and the White Tiger tribe were all looking at this scene in astonishment, looking at that light and gentle figure, taking away lives one by one with every movement.
The blooming blood flowers and the brilliant sword light, it turns out that killing is also an art, an extremely beautiful picture, that figure, that person, that sword light, that blood flower, became eternity in their eyes.
"Who is he?" For a time, countless questions spread among the Qinglong clan members.
Swing the sword, put the sword away! Ye Chen kept repeating this action. One after another, the men in black fell at his feet, and Ye Chen always looked so calm.
When the number of men in black became less and less, the men in black also noticed the corpses on the ground, and inexplicable fear came to their hearts. How did they die, and by whose hands they died.
At this moment, these men in black discovered Ye Chen's figure, walking through the snow with a sword in hand, the sword light shining brightly.
"That kid is not a spiritual warrior. Surround him!" A cold shout resounded in the void. The men in black who were fighting in the void also noticed the situation below. Seeing that the situation was one-sided, they couldn't help but remind them.
Hearing this, the men in black who were initially hesitant gave up their opponents and rushed towards Ye Chen with swords in hand. Thirteen Soul Martial Realm warriors and more than 30 famous Martial Realm warriors rushed over at once.
But at this time, Ye Chen stopped, raised his head, looked up at the endless void, and murmured softly: "What is the ultimate sword intention?"
Snowflakes fluttered lightly from Ye Chen's face. Ye Chen lowered his head, looked at the man in black and said calmly: "Killing is just reincarnation, and death is the beginning of new life. The cycle continues. I somewhat understand the magical powers of the fourth generation.
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The sword energy reached the sky, and its violent sword energy formed the sword pillars reaching the sky. Dozens of sword pillars crashed down, but Ye Chen's figure still shuttled between the sword pillars lightly and lightly, like a breeze that could not be caught.
Qingfeng could not be held, nor could he hurt Qingfeng. Looking at the figure getting closer and closer, several men in black swung their swords again, and at this moment, Ye Chen also drew his sword.
Snow was flying all over the sky, and a brilliant sword light shattered the void, swirling the wind and snow. The sword light dissipated, leaving only a few more corpses on the ground.
Sword after sword, Ye Chen continued to demonstrate the art of killing. When the last man in black outside Wolong Valley died under Ye Chen's sword, the whole place fell into a deathly silence.
Lifting the sword, there was not a drop of blood on the Qilin sword. Likewise, there was not a drop of blood on Ye Chen's snowy white robe.
Looking at the densely packed corpses at his feet, Ye Chen glanced past, raised his head, looked at the battle situation in the void that was about to come to an end, and said softly: "Is this a battle between Lingwu Realm warriors?"
The collision between sword intent and sword intent, the confrontation between rules and rules, all of these attracted Ye Chen.
In the void, Qing Jue once again used the rules of wind to create several phantoms, and the sword shadows gathered together, forcing a second-level spiritual martial artist to retreat one after another.
The space around Jue Lin was always frozen by the cold air, and the movements of the second-level spiritual martial artist were always hindered.
"Xiao Huo, if I meet a warrior at the first level of Lingwu now, do you think I have a chance of winning?" Looking at the flying figure, Ye Chen's eyes showed a little bit of madness...