Chapter 1114 The sword is rusted and needs to be stained with blood
The fluttering petals were still in the void at this moment, and Ye Chen's whisper echoed between heaven and earth: "Many years ago, my name was Wu Dai!"
A melodious sword chant echoed between heaven and earth, and the Qilin Sword vibrated in Ye Chen's hand.
The sword is unsheathed because of the swordsman, and the sword also conceals its edge because of the swordsman.
Ye Chen turned around and looked at Qianchuan Xue with slightly tender eyes. Every detail of the past ten years came to Ye Chen's mind.
The withered hand passed over the wrinkled face, and the appearance of the past was no longer the same. Who could have imagined that this face was once a face that could subvert the world.
Qianchuan Xue's delicate body trembled slightly, she knew that Ye Chen had found his past.
Thinking of the scene when Qian Chuanxue bathed himself for the first time, Ye Chen's lips raised a smile.
Qianchuan Xue glared at Ye Chen, "Why are you laughing?"
"I'm laughing at you for having been eaten by you day and night for the past ten years, alas!" Ye Chen sighed slightly, his clear eyes as bright as stars.
A rare blush flashed across Qianchuan Xue's face, and she pretended to be indifferent and said: "You are my man, so how can you talk about eating tofu?"
Hearing this, Ye Chen's smile grew thicker, and then his face straightened: "I spent the best years with a fool, thank you for your hard work!"
Ye Chen still remembers the scene where Qianchuan Xue transferred life to him every night. Perhaps the most romantic thing in the world is to grow old slowly with you.
As her fingertips traced the silver thread, Ye Chen sighed slightly, she had paid too much for herself.
Qianchuan Xue shook her head and said calmly: "You can break through the imperial capital for me, why can't I spend all my years for you?"
Looking into each other's eyes, Ye Chen saw persistence in Qian Chuanxue's eyes, which was unique to Qian Chuanxue.
Regardless of whether others understand it or not, Qianchuan Xue always insists on her persistence, and she takes Ye Chen back to the past.
"Madman!" Wang You whispered, looking a little ecstatic. He saw the changes in Ye Chen, especially the dullness on his face was no longer gone.
Hearing this, Ye Chen turned around and smiled lightly. This guy had been nagging him for ten years, complaining to him every night.
"You'll be fine in Huacheng with me!" Ye Chen's voice was gentle, but it gave people a sense of trust.
Wang You secretly breathed a sigh of relief, he was convinced that Ye Chen could do it.
"Tsk-tsk, the guy who stepped half-step into the coffin!" In the void, the old man shook his head slightly and chuckled.
Hearing this, Ye Chen turned around and looked into the void with a calm expression. His eyes passed over the flying petals and landed on the old man.
An inexplicable chill swept over him, and the smile on the corner of the old man's mouth froze immediately. The moment his eyes touched Ye Chen, his figure suddenly trembled.
What kind of look is this? Gujing Wubo's look gives people an inexplicable vicissitude.
"Can a rusty sword kill people?" Ye Chen muttered to himself as his sword fingers flicked the Qilin Sword, and the melodious sword chant echoed.
The Qilin Sword shook slightly and its petals fell on the sword without being scratched. The sword had been rusty for nearly ten years.
"The sword is rusty, so it needs to be baptized with blood. What do you think, old man?" Ye Chen took a step forward. His steps were still faltering, but this step seemed to have the entire world beneath it.
The weak sunlight tore apart the clouds in vain and fell over the courtyard. The swirling vitality revolved around and condensed into more petals, petals of vitality.
The petals of vitality fell and fell on Ye Chen and Qianchuan Xue, and finally merged into their bodies.
Qianchuan: Actually, the style I know is not just about taking you to kill people. There is another very romantic thing in the world, and that is to accompany you to slowly become younger.
The weak true energy was flowing in Ye Chen's body and growing stronger. Ye Chen raised his head and looked at the vitality hovering in the sky. "This vitality is enough to restore the vitality that has dissipated in the body, but it is far from enough to restore it to its peak!"
The old man frowned slightly, and an uneasy feeling emerged in his heart. He waved his sleeves and shouted: "Capture him!"
Before he finished speaking, dozens of sword lights shot out, and the auras of a dozen warriors in white locked Ye Chen tightly, and their swords spread out, surging like a torrent.
"Soul martial arts? I killed many people many years ago, but I forgot how many I killed." Ye Chen murmured, with a calm expression on his face, as if nothing in the world could move him, at least these white-clothed warriors in front of him.
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The snowflakes are like dancing butterflies, dancing gracefully.
The blazing sword light tore into pieces the sky, but when the sword light touched the snow flakes, it collapsed.
The eyes of the warriors in white stopped at this moment, and the flying snowflakes became eternity in their eyes.
The vision became extremely blurred, and the vitality dissipated in the bodies of dozens of white-clothed warriors.
The cold wind blew through the snowflakes, which fell on the warriors in white. Dozens of crystal clear ice sculptures emerged. The weak sunlight fell on them, reflecting streaks of light.
The light that fell into the old man's eyes was so dazzling. This scene was so weird that he didn't even know anything had happened. His panic expression was revealed inadvertently, and the old man instinctively stepped back.
The old man did not dare to look directly at the ancient well's waveless gaze. The true energy in his body surged out, churning endlessly and hissing. The surging true energy flow turned into a series of true energy shields. Only in this way did the old man feel a little bit safe.
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"Many years ago, I also killed someone in the Spiritual Martial Realm!" A plain voice suddenly rang in the old man's ears, like a magic voice, hovering in his mind and lingering for a long time.
The vitality that filled the void surged in and submerged into Ye Chen's body.
A thin snowflake circled around the Qilin Sword. Ye Chen took Qian Chuanxue's hand and took a step forward. The hanging Qilin Sword was slowly raised and pointed at the old man.
Phew! The snowflakes turned into a rainbow and shot out, shattering the Qi shield as if it were a piece of cake. In just an instant, the weak snowflakes appeared in the eyes of the old man.
The swirling snowflakes were so beautiful that the old man's face instantly turned pale, as if he was in an ice cellar. "Martial arts will?"
A terrifying will merged into the snowflakes, and the old man could only watch the snowflakes falling, bang!
The blood suddenly appeared, the snowflakes disappeared into the old man's eyebrows, a striking blood hole emerged, and a column of blood spattered out.
The terrifying will directly wiped out the old man's soul, and his figure swayed like a kite with broken strings, falling weakly.
Bang bang! Bloody light suddenly appeared, dyeing the whole garden of flowers red. Wang You and Yu Song both looked at this scene in disbelief, "The Lingwu Realm has fallen?"
Stepping on the snow, Ye Chen walked towards the void with his sword. His figure was still thin, but it could not be ignored.
With her clothes flying, Qianchuan Xue followed Ye Chen, her face as calm as a pool of stagnant water, "This is your style, Ye Chen!"
The sound of killing in the void had become extremely low at some point, and most of the warriors noticed Ye Chen and Qianchuan Xue coming out of the air.
Hua Wujian and others were struggling hard. They relaxed slightly and gathered together.
Hua Wujian's expression was slightly startled, his eyes were a little complicated, and he looked at the figure coming from the sky, "Madman, Qianchuan!"
Hua Wujian sighed slightly and felt Ye Chen's aura fluctuations. He knew that Ye Chen and Qianchuan Xue had only added two dead souls.
"I remember that I was like this many years ago!" Ye Chen murmured softly, his snow-like hair hanging down, and he walked towards the young man and others step by step.
The young man frowned slightly and took a step forward with his sword. Hundreds of white-clothed warriors were behind the young man. The terrifying aura rose into the sky and swept out like a huge wave. This terrifying aura was enough to drown Luo Ye.
Morning and Qianchuan Snow.
Raising his head, Ye Chen still had a calm look on his face. He glanced at the young man and the others and murmured softly: "Qianchuan, do you think they can stop me?"
Hearing this, Qianchuan Xue shook her head and said with a smile: "Many years ago, they couldn't stop you, and many years later, they will be the same!"
"It can't be stopped!" Ye Chen murmured, and a breath that had been dormant for a long time awakened in his body. This breath had been dormant for ten years.
The dim Moon God mark also gradually erupted into bright silver light. In an instant, a majestic momentum appeared on him. He was holding a sword alone. Just relying on this momentum, Ye Chen completely suppressed the warriors in white.
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"The most romantic thing is to slowly grow younger together, what do you think?" Ye Chen chuckled, his white clothes rustling.
Lifting his steps, Ye Chen took a step forward. With just this step, a melodious sword chant erupted in vain in the void. The aura on Ye Chen's body became more and more terrifying, Lian Wu, Qi Wu, Soul Wu, Ling Wu!
A terrifying aura swept out, rushing towards the young man and the white-clothed warriors. Snowflakes danced all over the sky, bringing with them a bone-chilling killing intent.
There was a burst of exclamation, and more than a thousand white-clothed warriors retreated straight back. Under the impact of the majestic momentum, these people were like a lonely boat in the sea.
After retreating again and again, retreating hundreds of feet, blood mist spread and dyed the snow in the sky red.
Bang bang! The young man and the rest of the Lingwu Realm also took a few steps back. Except for the young man who had no blood on the corner of his mouth, everyone else had a trace of blood on their faces.
His face was a little pale, and there was clearly a look of shock in the young man's eyes. How could this terrifying aura come from a late visitor?
Hua Wujian and others also looked extremely stunned, with such a terrifying aura. Is he really a madman?
With his clothes fluttering, Ye Chen walked forward with his sword in hand, "Old man, it's time to get blood!"
"Kill him!" the young man said lightly, the sword in his hand brought up afterimages, the ice rules surged like a tide, and the surrounding snow condensed into ice swords.
Bang! As soon as the young man's footsteps fell, ten thousand ice swords shot out with his sword.
Dozens of Spirit Martial Realm warriors came out with swords in hand, followed by Ten Thousand Ice Swords, with stern expressions in their eyes. Although the old man's aura was terrifying, he was still in the Spirit Martial Realm, so how could he withstand the power of everyone.
No one can stop Ye Chen's pace, not even the ten thousand ice swords transformed by the rules of ice in front of him.
"Condensing the ice rules, yes, but it's a pity that you shouldn't use the ice rules in front of me!" Ye Chen shook his head and said lightly: "Many years ago, this ice rule was under my control. For many years, it is still under my control.