Eight hundred and thirtieth eight chapters dedicated to your sword
Chapter 838 A sword dedicated to you
Chapter 838 A sword dedicated to you
In this flash of sword light, Ye Muwan saw a beautiful figure, the sunset peak filled with silver moonlight, and a beautiful figure quietly sitting on the rock playing the piano in the wind and snow.
"Shiyue!" Ye Muwan smiled miserably: "You left, but you left a mark on his heart!"
"Very few people can leave a mark on their hearts, but you did it!" Ye Muwan whispered, with a hint of envy in her tone.
The extremely bright sword light, at this moment, everyone seemed to hear a melodious piano sound in this sword light, the sound of the piano coming from the depths of the soul.
"Thank you for accompanying me through those countless boring nights. Thank you for the sound of your piano that melted away the ice-like loneliness. I also got used to that figure on Xiyue Peak!"
"This sword is given to you, Li Shiyue!" After the bright sword light dissipated, an embarrassed figure emerged in the wind. The figure stepped back several steps. Every time he took a step back, a blood mark would be left on the snow.
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Raising his head, such a spiritual martial artist looked helplessly at the flying snow and smiled slightly: "I lost!"
Ye Chen's figure emerged from the flying snowflakes, and there was a touch of bright red on the Qilin Sword.
"Admit it!" Ye Chen said lightly, his dark eyes were filled with a hint of sadness.
It's just that the moonlight and starlight belong to the starry sky of the past, and the memories buried in time grow wildly in the depths of the soul.
"That sword was very sad. I saw a beautiful shadow!" The Lingwu realm warrior who admitted his defeat sighed softly: "What kind of woman is that? Her beautiful shadow has been integrated into your sword intention."
"The woman who once left blood and tears here, scarlet blood and tears." Ye Chen pointed to his chest and said lightly.
As he spoke, Ye Chen closed his eyes again. When Ye Chen opened his eyes, there was no trace of sadness in Ye Chen's dark eyes, and they were as indifferent as ever.
"So I lost, because all the snowflakes were infected by the sword intent." He smiled casually, dragging his sword, the warrior walked into the wind and snow, and disappeared at the end of the mountain road. No one knows where he went.
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But Jianyu knew that he had gone to a very far away place, where there was a beautiful figure waiting for him.
The seventh Lingwu realm warrior was defeated. This was the first Lingwu realm second-level warrior to be defeated by Ye Chen today.
"This is his self-confidence, a self-confidence that no one understands. It can be said to be persistence." Ye Muwan slightly curved his eyes and corners of his mouth and smiled softly.
"I'm looking forward to his sword more and more!" Jian Yu whispered, a fighting spirit filling his heart, but Jian Yu suppressed this fighting spirit.
"Continue!" Ye Chen said calmly as he picked up the Qilin Sword, and snowflakes fell on him.
The eighth Lingwu Realm warrior came out with a sword, and his body blended into the wind. This is the rule of wind that Lingwu Realm warriors understand.
The body turned into the breeze, and the wind turned into a sword! Dozens of strong winds roared all around, and the sword intent was permeated. These strong winds suddenly formed a giant sword of strong winds, and flew directly towards Ye Chen.
"Finger of the Wind God!" He pointed out a finger, and the shadow of his finger spread out. Ye Chen's every finger landed on the Gangfeng Giant Sword, and the Gangfeng Giant Sword shattered into pieces.
But the shattered Gangfeng Giant Sword condensed into a small sword shadow again. In just a blink of an eye, Ye Chen was surrounded by sword shadows and had no way out.
"Sword intent condenses, kill!" The sword intent condensed on the sword shadow, and the figure of the Lingwu realm warrior emerged in vain. With a sword, the bright sword light shot out.
"Reincarnation!" Ye Chen murmured softly, and endless reincarnation flames spread around him. The reincarnation flames containing sword intent were even more terrifying, destroying the sword shadows around him.
At the same time, Ye Chen raised his sword and the Qilin Sword shot out, "A hundred-step flying sword!"
Just a hundred steps is enough. Within a hundred steps, I am invincible! Within a hundred steps, I am in control. When Ye Chen jumped out of the seventy-fourth step, he held the Qilin Sword.
At the ninetieth step, the sword intent exploded. At the ninety-ninth step, the sword intent was completely condensed. At the hundredth step, Ye Chen thrust out a sword with no remaining force.
Hundred-step Flying Sword! This is not just the Hundred-step Flying Sword of the third generation. After evolution, this sword has become Ye Chen's own Hundred-step Flying Sword. The broken space turbulence drowned the afterimage left by Ye Chen.
The two sword lights collided in vain. In an instant, a dazzling sword light burst out, and at the same time, the two figures fell back quickly.
The space shattered, like a tide gushing out in all directions at the intersection. The surrounding snowflakes were pulled and rushed towards that place, and finally disappeared into the dark space turbulence.
Jian Yu pointed out, and these broken spatial turbulence turned into nothingness.
The two figures were like snowflakes, falling in the light wind, and took a few steps back.
It was just a sword strike, and no one could tell who won and who lost. At least in their eyes, the auras of the two were still extremely powerful.
Snowflakes fell on the Qilin Sword. Ye Chen raised his head and looked at the figure in front of him, and murmured softly: "Within a hundred steps, I am invincible. This sword is enough to break all rules, I am convinced!"
Before he finished speaking, the cold wind blew by, and the figure was swaying. Then, the Lingwu realm warrior looked helplessly at a blood hole on his chest. If the other party wanted to kill him, that sword would be enough to pierce his heart.
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"I lost!" The Lingwu realm warrior chuckled. At this moment, he breathed a sigh of relief, turned around, and walked back to where he started.
Being able to face their own failures and admit their own failures is precisely because of this that they can reach the current level of spiritual martial arts.
The Reincarnation Art started to circulate, and endless spiritual energy poured into Ye Chen's body. Ye Chen did not stop, but continued to invite the fight: "Continue!"
The ninth Lingwu realm warrior jumped directly into the void, looked down at Ye Chen below, and said lightly: "I like the sky, so my sword also belongs to the sky!"
"Jiankong is still the same, unchanged at all, a sword belonging to the sky!" Jianyu chuckled, his eyes focused on the figure in the void, Jiankong, the genius of Wanyu Sword Sect.
Ye Chen didn't say anything, he raised his right foot, and a strong wind emerged from under his feet, lifting Ye Chen into the void.
"My sword is like the falling star, and it will eventually cross the sky. This is a kind of helplessness!" A trace of bitterness appeared in the corner of Jiankong's mouth, "But that will be my strongest sword!"
"Jiankong!" Jiankong chuckled, stepped out and blended into the sword light. His sword disappeared and blended into the world. However, Ye Chen knew that Jiankong's sword was very fast, and its speed had exceeded the limit.
, blend into this sky.
"Your sword pursues the limit of speed, and even exceeds the limit. The same goes for my sword. Faced with this sword, I am not 100% confident to take it!"
"But as long as this sword is interrupted, the sword will change its flavor!" The black and white energy was flowing in Ye Chen's eyes. Ye Chen just looked at the void in front of him. Invisible fluctuations spread out and hit him.
In the void.
"Life and death are eternal!" Ye Chen chuckled, and at the same time, a bright sword light emerged in the void. This was Jian Kong's sword.
First there was the sword, and then there was the figure of Jian Kong! Ye Chen raised his sword and thrust out with the sword. It was a terrifying sword. Only this sword light was left in the world. With a sword that exceeded the speed limit, Ye Chen's sword also disappeared.
In the void.
Rain Sword Skill! It not only contains Ye Chen's sword intention and killing intention, but also contains the rules of wind that Ye Chen has understood.
Bang bang! A metallic clashing sound resounded. Ye Chen's sword broke through Jian Kong's sword. At the same time, the tip of the Qilin sword stayed on Jian Kong's neck, and the diffuse sword energy brought a trace of light to Jian Kong.
A chilly feeling.
Looking at the sword that was so close, Jiankong suddenly smiled: "Today, my sword did not fall into the sky, but I am satisfied to be able to see your sword!"
Closing his eyes, Jiankong only had this sword left in his mind. He knew that the bottleneck that had trapped him for several years was loosened.
After making a sword salute to Ye Chen, Jiankong turned around and left, as calm as the clouds floating in the sky.
"Continue!" Ye Chen glanced at a sword mark on his chest and said lightly. Jian Kong's previous sword also hurt him.
The next Lingwu realm warriors became stronger and stronger. Although Ye Chen was able to defeat them, he also paid a certain price.
After Ye Chen defeated the twelfth Lingwu Realm warrior, Ye Chen's snowy white clothes were torn apart, leaving his upper body exposed. His upper body was covered with sword marks, blood dripped from it, and was directly frozen.
Raising his head, Ye Chen's eyes fell on the last Lingwu realm warrior, Jian Yu.
The fighting spirit broke out in Ye Chen for the first time. Ye Chen held the sword, stepped out, and shouted coldly: "The last battle!"