The moon god Tai Zhanyi Shuiyinzi, the sword god's son, the warrior god's proud son!
These three people have become the new legends of the Martial God Continent. Their Taizhanyi Watermark Party, Pride Party, and Holy Son Party have controlled many sects.
At least half of the sect disciples present belonged to these three parties.
The huge floating island fell into a deathlike silence. Suddenly, the sky and the earth darkened in vain, and the rolling clouds condensed over the floating island again.
The sky darkened in an eerie way, as if night had fallen.
The dark sky was as calm as before a storm, and a depressing atmosphere filled the floating island.
The tranquility of this decision brought inexplicable pressure to people. At least some of the disciples of the sect began to get ready to make moves and could not calm down to practice.
Breaking through the clouds and mist, a ray of silver light emerged from the sky.
In the astonished eyes of everyone, a slowly rising silver moon emerged from the clouds and mist.
A chaotic and extremely enchanting silver crescent moon, the cold moonlight fell down, fell on everyone's cheeks, and fell into the depths of everyone's eyes.
At this moment, everyone felt that the moonlight was so piercing.
Hiss! For a time, countless zhenqi fluctuations spread out in the surroundings. At least most of the strong men of the sect were using their zhenqi to resist the cold moonlight.
"There is someone in the silver moon!" The slightly childish voice from before sounded again, and for a while, countless eyes were staring at the crescent moon.
The cold moonlight filled the surroundings, and a figure slowly walked out of the silver moon. Its long hair fluttered and blended into the moonlight, and the black silk was dyed silver.
The place where this figure stood formed a world of its own, and the pale moonlight stretched the shadow of this figure very long.
This day, this place, this figure, the three seem to have become an eternity.
This man looked extremely young, only in his early twenties. Under the moonlight, his evil face looked a little pale.
The silver thread gradually fell, but the flying silver thread could not cover the young man's pale face and his eyes as cold as moonlight, which looked down at the vast earth below and the people.
This figure is like a master, the master of heaven and earth, the master of all life.
Heaven and earth are like a chessboard, and all the people are like children! When they touched the eyes that were dyed silver by the moonlight, everyone's hearts were shocked.
Qing Jue and Jue Lin were also shocked. Those silver eyes represented absolute reason without any emotion.
In the silver moon, the figure slowly walked out. At this moment, although most of the people present had never seen this person, they all knew who this person was. The Moon God Tai Zhan Wings Water Mark.
"Snowflakes are really beautiful, and only snowflakes are the purest existence in the world, aren't they?" The young man suddenly said, with an evil smile on the corner of his mouth. This smile was very cold, blending into the glorious moonlight.
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"It's a pity that there are no snowflakes here!" The young man shook his head slightly, raised his finger, and touched it with his slender fingers, which also blended into the biting moonlight.
Under the cold moonlight, fluffy snowflakes were falling in vain across the sky, crossing that evil and pale face, and the young man chuckled again: "Snowflakes are the purest existence in the world!"
Snow fell on the floating island for the first time. The snow dyed the floating island white, and the cold moonlight dyed the snow silver.
The young man walked out of the silver moon step by step, stepped on the moonlight, and walked to the floating platform step by step. He sat below Xuanyuan Ye, and his eyes that were dyed silver were closed tightly again.
"Moon God Tai spreads his wings and watermarks!" Qing Jue and Jue Lin whispered. They couldn't see through this young man, and they couldn't understand him either.
It was rare for the three palace masters to open their eyes and glance at Moon God Tai Zhanyi Shuiyinzi. There was a hint of complexity in his eyes. Not only Qing Jue and Jue Lin couldn't see through it, but Xuanyuan Ye also gradually couldn't see through this person he had cultivated.
disciple.
The sword god Rizhen, whose face was as pale as snow and coughing from time to time, walked from the stone platform and stood behind Tai Zhanyi Shuiyinzi. Xuanyuan Ye did not say anything to this.
"Sword God Rizhen!" Qingjue's eyes narrowed slightly. At this moment, Rizhen's aura is stronger than a few months ago. He has obviously broken through his own bottleneck, the third level of spiritual martial arts!
"His sword is even more terrifying!" Xuan Ren, the leader of the Xuanwu Clan, rarely said.
"A knife that kills people instantly!" Jue Lin continued, "To this day, I don't have the confidence to be able to take that earth-shattering knife!"
"Facing a knife like that, no one can talk about confidence!" Qing Jue whispered. As soon as he said this, the leader of the Suzaku tribe, Fire Emperor, rarely opened his eyes. He glanced at Yue Shen Tai Zhan Wing Water Mark and Rizhao, and said lightly
Said: "The sun is terrible, but that person is even more terrible!"
Hearing this, the three people from Qingjue nodded in agreement. There is no such thing as a virtuous scholar under his great reputation, and his strength is unfathomable.
The moment the Moon God Tai spread his wings and Shuiyinzi sat down, the silver moon in the sky mysteriously disappeared. The sky and the earth lit up again, and the day returned. The clouds dispersed again, but the snow was still falling.
"You can make heaven and earth eclipse with just a raise of your hand. This is the power of Tai Zhanyi Shuiyinzi!" A second-rate sect whispered, with a hint of fire in his eyes.
Not only this sect leader, but other members of Tai Zhanyi Shuiyin's sub-party all looked at Tai Zhanyi Shuiyinzi with passion. That man was their leader and their legend.
"The temperament is still the same, and it always appears in this form whenever it appears!"
"You've been like this for several years, being pushy!" A hearty chuckle resounded from the sky, breaking the silence of the scene.
The snow in the void stopped in vain, floating strangely in mid-air. Endless sword energy condensed in the void, and a slender figure emerged, stepping on a snowflake.
The light snowflakes supported this figure in such a weird way. The sword energy stirred up ripples. The invisible ripples spread out and fell into the void. The void shattered in vain, and endless space turbulence poured out.
Submerged that figure.
In the astonished eyes of everyone, the turbulent flow fell on the figure, but the figure still stepped on the snowflakes.
"Taizhanyi Shuiyinzi, why don't you show off when your old friend comes?" The figure chuckled and walked out of the turbulent space step by step.
In the eyes of everyone, this figure is like mist, and they can never clearly see the true face of this figure.
Hearing this, Tai Zhanyi Shuiyinzi opened his eyes, glanced at the phantom lightly, shook his head, and said to himself: "Sword God Son, how ridiculous!"
"Isn't it ridiculous?" The figure was still smiling, "Isn't the Moon God's wings-spreading watermark also ridiculous!" The words were still hovering in the sky, but this figure appeared strangely below Murong Yu, the master of the Sword Temple.
The Son of the Sword God! Countless gazes cast their gazes away. That figure is the most mysterious Son of God. It is rumored that no one has ever seen the true face of the Son of God.
Murong Yu looked helplessly at the figure beside him, sensing that his disciple was stronger.
"Compared to you, I like that guy better. Although he is cold, he won't say anything that makes me hate him!" The figure chuckled.
Ignoring it, Moon God Tai spread his wings and raised his head, looked into the void, and said lightly: "Snow should fall down, not stay still in mid-air!"
Before he could finish his words, the snow started to float again, falling lightly on Tai Zhanyi Shuiyinzi's slightly pale face.
At the same time, a figure walked out of the endless void. He came with a sword, and there was still a little blood on the sword. When his footsteps fell, the heaven and earth shook in vain, and the roaring sound could not stop.
Endless murderous intent permeated this figure, the endless void seemed like hell, and this man walked out of the area.
The sword disappeared strangely, and its slender hair covered most of his face, but only half of his cheeks were enough to suffocate the female cultivators present. However, his eyes were always closed.
This figure, facing the wind and snow, walked step by step towards the floating platform. Every time he took a step, the heaven and earth shook, until finally, the space was shattered in vain.
But later, when the young man stepped on the floating platform, the sound of heaven and earth disappeared, the heaven and earth stopped shaking, the whole world became silent in vain, even the wind became silent, and only the sound of snowflakes falling on the ground was left.
"The proud son of the God of War!" A whisper sounded in this quiet place. With the arrival of this figure, three legends of this era gathered on the floating island.
The Holy Son raised his head, looked at the tall figure, and chuckled: "Still the same temper as before, as cold as ice!"
Huh! A terrifying coercion emerged around the Holy Son in vain. At the same time, the young man known as the proud son of the God of War turned around, his eyes still closed, and said lightly: "Compared to before, your strength is
It’s actually stronger!”
"Haha, I hope you can keep getting stronger, so that you can arouse my interest. Now you can't let me use the sword!" The Martial God Arrogant said calmly, and after saying that, he started practicing on his own and ignored the Holy Son.
Hearing this, the smile at the corner of the Holy Son's mouth suddenly froze, he shook his head and said helplessly: "Your words are as annoying as that guy from Tai Zhanyi Shuiyinzi!"
After saying that, the Holy Son stopped making any sound and sat quietly below Murong Yu.
The Moon God Tai Zhan Wing Watermark! The proud son of the Martial God! The son of the Sword God! The arrival of these three people undoubtedly caused a shock in the whole place. For a while, a flood of whispers broke the silence of the scene.
"Three terrible people!" Xuan Ren took a deep breath and sighed as his eyes wandered over the three figures.
Jue Lin glanced around, and when he caught a glimpse of the famous sect elite, he also sighed: "Being in the same era as those people is their misfortune, and it is also their luck!"
"Fortunately they have witnessed the legend, but unfortunately they will live in the shadow of these three people forever!" Hearing this, Xuan Ren sighed again. This sentence was not only meant for Jue Lin, but also for those behind him.
The Xuanwu clan members listen.
"Three people?" At this moment, Qing Jue chuckled: "This era does not only belong to those three people, but to that person. This is the era that belongs to that person!"
Hearing this, Jue Lin also chuckled. Indeed, this is his era, and no one can replace him, not even Tai Zhanyi Shuiyinzi, the Holy Son, or the proud son. This is the era of the Moon God, the Moon God era.