Ye Chen walked forward, towards the vast white sky and earth, and his figure gradually disappeared into the wind and snow.
"Five generations!" Qing Jue whispered as he looked at the figure gradually disappearing.
Hearing this, Ye Chen's figure stopped, and the cold wind blew up the long ink-like hair behind Ye Chen, only the falling snowflakes dyed it white.
"I will be back in three days! Now I am going to find an answer!" The roaring cold wind covered Ye Chen's voice, and finally, the flying snowflakes also drowned Ye Chen's figure.
"The fifth generation said that he will come back in three days! Then we can just wait here!" Jue Lin gently patted Qing Jue's shoulder and whispered.
If the Sword God Sect is an unpopular sect, then the next Zongbi will have nothing to do with the Sword God Sect.
But after Ye Chen swept through the lower-tier sects, the Sword God Sect had been upgraded to a second-tier sect.
Although the Sword God Sect does not need to participate in the sect competition between the second-rate sects in this session, according to the rules of the sect competition, the Sword God Sect can only leave after the sect competition between the second-rate sects is over.
This so-called rule actually exists with the rule Ye Chen mentioned last time. If any second-rate sect wants to challenge all second-rate sects, then the Sword God Sect must also participate.
The wind and snow became stronger and stronger, and Qing Jue and others stood in the wind and snow, looking motionlessly in the direction Ye Chen left.
The snow has covered the figures of Qingjue and others, but Qingjue and others still haven't moved, so they are waiting for the return of the fifth generation.
Perhaps because of Ye Chen's words, Qing Jue and others firmly believed that the Five Generations in three days would regain their former glory.
Under the starlight, snowflakes were flying, and the snowflakes all over the sky seemed to be unable to bear the weight of the stars, and fell weakly on the ice.
The sea is boundless, and its ice is equally boundless. However, on a certain island in the sea, its faint light is swaying in the wind.
This is an isolated island, lifeless and white.
At this moment, a young man in black robe appeared silently on the isolated island, and his endless black mist filled the sky above the island.
In an instant, the isolated island disappeared silently into the wind and snow. And in the six corners of the island stood six bloody figures, and the pungent smell of blood permeated the six figures.
Standing at the top of the mountain, the young man in black robe looked down at the white sky and earth below. In the white sky and earth, a beautiful figure shuttled through the flying snow, looming.
The bright sword light affected the surrounding flying snow, and the cold moonlight fell on the beautiful figure, and also fell on that peerless face.
The moonlight fell in the cold eyes, but the moonlight could not dispel the indifference in the eyes, as indifferent as snow.
Dancing gracefully, her sword gave the snowflakes a life they shouldn't have, and the snowflakes danced around like butterflies.
A wave of artistic conception merged into the world, and it seemed that there was only that flying figure left in the world. The eyes of the young man in black robes swayed along with the beautiful figure, "What a beautiful person, what a beautiful sword!"
"A sword like snow, a person like snow, Qianchuan Snow!" the young man in black robe whispered.
"Unfortunately, you are also the prey in the game, and now the game has begun!" The young man in black robe smiled.
"When Godai sees you being ridden on my crotch, I don't know what kind of expression he will have!" Under the moonlight, an inexplicable smile appeared on the corner of the young man's mouth in black robe.
The snow fell, the sword stopped, and the floating silhouette stopped in vain. Qianchuan Xue raised her head, looked at the figure above with indifferent eyes, and said lightly: "You don't understand him!"
Although hundreds of meters away, the young man in black robe still heard Qianchuan Xue's words, "I heard that Wu Dai once said something for you, if you marry someone, I will break through the imperial capital!"
"If I touch you, how will he react? I'm actually looking forward to that day!" the young man in black robe said lightly.
"So, you don't understand him!" Even though he was captured, Qianchuan Xue's expression remained as unchanged, and his tone was as indifferent as before.
"I hate the calmness in your eyes. Why, do you think I won't touch you now?" As he said that, the young man in black robes swept his eyes back and forth over Qian Chuanxue, with a burning look in his eyes.
The snow fell, Qian Chuanxue's figure loomed in the wind and snow, and said lightly: "So what!"
"I know that you still have a fantasy in your heart, that that guy from the Fifth Generation will come!" The young man in black robe shook his head and chuckled: "But you don't know that I met him today and even had a fight. Compared to
In imagination, he is much stronger!"
"It's a pity that in the end he is just an ant in the spiritual realm. According to the rules of the game, that guy is destined to perish, so don't have any illusions!" The young man in black robe didn't know why he hated the calmness in Qianchuan Xue's eyes so much.
"You can't stop him, and no one can stop him. You don't understand this!" A smile bloomed at the corner of Qianchuan Xue's mouth. At least in the eyes of the young man in black robe, this was the first time he saw Qianchuan.
Snow's smile.
"An ant in the spiritual realm, you overestimate him!" The young man in black robe said lightly: "Besides, I not only hate the calmness in your eyes, but I also hate your smile!"
"Really?" Qian Chuanxue ignored the young man in black robes, holding a sword, and his figure floated in the wind and snow again, and a strange fluctuation of artistic conception filled the air.
The young man in black robe narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the sword in Qianchuan Xue's hand, an inexplicable smile flashed across his face.
"Forget about love!" the young man in black robe whispered. Dozens of days ago, Blood Shadow snatched Qianchuan Xue from the Sword God Sect, but the young man in black robe never made a move on Qian Chuanxue.
Instead, Qianchuan Xue was trapped on this island. This island is called Wangqing Island. It was originally a training place for a martial arts warrior hundreds of years ago.
Later, the martial arts warrior died, and the island was taken over by the young man in black robe. The sword in Qianchuan Xue's hand was originally inserted in the island. Later, under the deliberate arrangement of the young man in black robe, Qianchuan
Snow gets the sword.
The name of the sword is Wangqing, which was originally the sword of a martial arts warrior! On Wangqing Island, that martial arts warrior cultivated the artistic conception of Wangqing, and the Wangqing Sword contained the artistic conception of her life.
When Qianchuan Xue held the Sword of Forgetfulness, its terrifying artistic conception directly destroyed Qianchuan Xue's original artistic conception. Coupled with the deliberate arrangement of the young man in black robe, Qianchuan Xue gradually fell into the artistic conception of Forgetfulness.
"Whether you are willing or not, the artistic conception of forgetfulness has been integrated into your soul, and the seeds of the artistic conception of forgetfulness have been planted deep in your soul!"
"Wangqing, if one day, will you be able to forget your love again!" The young man in black robe smiled: "This is a very interesting game, isn't it?"
The figure of the young man in black robe gradually disappeared at the end, but his voice still lingered in the wind and snow.
Sheathing the sword, Qianchuan Xue looked at the sword in her hand with a slightly blank look, and two eye-catching words appeared on the sword: Wang Qing!
Just as the young man in black robe said, Qianchuan Xue's artistic conception has unknowingly turned into obliviousness, and the seeds of obliviousness buried deep in the soul have gradually sprouted.
Qianchuan Xue wanted to get rid of this forgetful mood, but she knew that unless her soul was destroyed, the seed of forgetful mood would always affect her.
But Qianchuan Xue believed in herself and stopped the sword. Qian Chuanxue looked at the endless void and murmured softly: "You don't understand him, and you don't understand me either!"
As soon as the words fell, Qianchuan Xue's sword started flying again, and strange fluctuations of artistic conception spread out and merged into the void, as if they had traveled through time and space.
In the vast white sky and earth, a figure was wandering in the wind and snow. Ye Chen raised his head, looked at the west with a slightly blank look in his eyes, and whispered: "A weird feeling!"
Closing his eyes tightly again, Ye Chen continued to walk into the wind and dissipated in the snow.
A strange fluctuation permeated Wangqing Island. Under this fluctuation, Wangqing Island became hazy in the wind and snow, looming.
Six bloody figures were suspended in mid-air, and the sinister wind blew out of them. The young man in black robe raised his head and looked at the six figures in front of him, with an inexplicable smile flashing in his eyes.
Sword Soul Technique! The Holy Son's technique, the Holy Son has now reached the seventh level of practice, that is to say, he has carried out the seventh body seizure, and the six bloody figures in front of him are his previous bodies.
There are terrifying fluctuations flowing in every body, and those fluctuations are regular fluctuations.
"Six rules, six magical powers!" The young man in black robe whispered, this is his trump card, a trump card that no one knows.
"The seventh body, the next step is to stimulate the blood in the seventh body. A generation of blood, I wonder if it can awaken a generation of blood magical powers!" The scarlet tongue licked his lips, and the young man in black robe whispered.
"Disperse!" the young man in black robe said lightly. The six bloody figures in front of him dissipated in vain. At the same time, the figure of the young man in black robe gradually blurred and disappeared.
Above the endless void, a stone block thousands of feet wide stands in the sky. On the stone block, there are mountains and rocks, lakes everywhere, and the scenery is extremely beautiful.
The Sword God Island is suspended in mid-air in such a strange way, and its endless sword energy is transforming in the void.
Waves of sword chants resounded from time to time from Sword God Island, and at this moment, two figures walked out of the endless void.
A figure, with hair as white as snow, and an endless aura of death in his empty eyes, Mu Chen.
Another figure, holding a long sword, is slightly fat, but his gaze is enough to cut through gold and stone, Fatty Xiao.
The terrifying soul power swept out, Fatty Xiao closed his eyes tightly, opened his eyes in vain and whispered: "There is no Qianchuan Snow's breath in Sword God Island."
"Similarly, the Master of the Sword Temple, many elders, and the Holy Son have no aura!" Fatty Xiao whispered, turned around, and walked towards the endless void with his sword: "Go to Fengzong Island!"
Mu Chen didn't say anything, he just looked at the Sword God Island coldly, turned around, and followed Fatty Xiao.
After the two men disappeared, several terrifying auras erupted from Sword God Island, and several powerful souls swept across the place...