The cold wind tore up the flying snowflakes and threw them far away.
White clothes were swaying in the wind. Ye Chen stood in the void, blocking the steps of more than a hundred warriors with a sword.
"You only need to answer me one question, and I won't stop you." Ye Chen said calmly, his tone still neither sad nor happy.
Hearing this, Lin Fu turned around and looked at Ye Chen in shock. He was about to speak when he was stopped.
A middle-aged man in blue clothes stepped out of the air, held a sword in a sword salute, and said in a low voice: "If you have any problem with your Excellency, if I know about it, I will definitely not hide it."
Ye Chen's sword point fell into the void, and the snowflakes spun around his fingertips, and finally turned into a phantom.
The shadow gradually became more substantial, and it turned out to be Young Master Su.
Ye Chen pointed at the phantom and said lightly: "Have you ever seen these people?"
His expression was slightly startled. No matter he was a martial artist or an ordinary warrior, his eyes were staring straight at this phantom.
Some warriors even whispered: "Lord of the Territory!"
"Your Excellency, do you know my domain master?" the middle-aged man in blue whispered, his expression becoming more and more alert.
Seeing everyone's expressions, Ye Chen already knew the answer, smiled without saying a word, turned around and walked towards the courtyard below.
"Moon Territory, it took only ten years to establish such a force, not bad!" The flying snowflakes drowned Ye Chen's figure, and the wildly dancing long hair whipped the snowflakes.
"Commander!" Lin Fu whispered, with a hurried expression: "The situation is urgent. There is no need to delay!"
"Who is this person? Why does he know about the Territory Lord?" The middle-aged man in blue sighed slightly and led the crowd away. In just a moment, hundreds of sword lights disappeared at the end of the sky.
Snow is still snow, falling with a rustle. Hundreds of ice sculptures stand on the snow, reflecting little spots of light.
Holding the wine bottle, Ye Chen half-squinted his eyes and stared at the thatched cottage that was crumbling in the wind. After a long time, the thatched cottage made a creaking sound.
The breath of vicissitudes blended into the cold wind, and a tall figure emerged.
Within dozens of feet, the snowflakes were bounced away one after another, and an aura spread out.
"Recovered?" Ye Chen suddenly chuckled, sensing the rich zhenqi in Wang You's body.
Wang You suppressed the pressure in his body and took a few steps forward with rapid strides. He grabbed the wine bottle placed on the table and took a long sip. There was no joy in regaining his strength on his face.
"I'm leaving. After all, Huacheng is my stopover, not my home." Wiping the drink from the corner of his mouth, Ye Chen was silent for a moment before speaking.
Hearing this, Wang You's face changed slightly, and then he smiled: "I knew when I first saw you. You never belonged to Huacheng. Huacheng is too plain, and it is not your stage after all."
Wang You raised his head, his eyes fell on the distant horizon, and said softly: "That's the only stage for you!"
"Haha, there is a kind of person, no matter how many years he disappears, as long as he steps on that stage again, he is him. Madman, you are that kind of person." Wang You whispered, with his eyes showing reluctance.
"What about you?" Turning around, Ye Chen also looked at the gloomy void. The cold wind roared like a devil, rolling up the flying snow all over the sky, and the snowflakes were flying. No one knew where the snowflakes were flying.
"Compared to the vast starry sky, I prefer this small town. The sun rises and the sun sets." Wang You grabbed the wine bottle and drank it in one gulp. "The sky does not belong to my stage. There are conflicts of interests and too much killing.
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"That's not what I'm after. I told Yusong a long time ago that I want to watch his white-eyed wolves grow up." Wang You sighed slightly, he knew that Ye Chen was leaving.
"If I get tired of that sky in the future, I will come back to have a drink with you. You have to take care of this courtyard for me!" Ye Chen turned around and looked at Wang You calmly.
Everyone has their own path to take. Ye Chen would never dissuade someone. At this moment, he would also not dissuade Wang You from leaving Huacheng.
Maybe, staying in Huacheng, Wang You's life will be very dull, maybe he will end up in the Lingwu realm for the rest of his life, but this is Wang You's path, and it is also his way.
"I heard Qianchuan say that there is a fat man in the world who draws his sword for you, but I want to say that there is also a sword in the flower city that is drawn for you."
"Perhaps one day, when I get tired of life here, I will go to that sky!" Wang You pointed at the sky above his head and said with a half-smile.
Hearing this, Ye Chen also smiled, handed the wine bottle in his hand to Yu Song, and said seriously: "Wine from the Martial God Continent, if you want to drink this kind of wine someday, come to the sky!"
With his five fingers clenched into a fist, Ye Chen punched Wang You on the chest, "I'm leaving!"
The snowflakes were flying, forming a series of steps, which spread up to the end of the sky.
Ye Chen turned around resolutely, holding Qianchuan Xue in hand, and walked toward the end of the sky without looking back, "The wind should belong to the vast starry sky. Shiyue sees this more clearly than I do."
On top of the city tower, Hua Wujian sighed slightly, held his sword in a sword salute, and looked respectfully at the two figures who were gradually disappearing.
Many Huacheng warriors did the same, expressing their gratitude to Ye Chen and thanking him for saving Huacheng.
With his eyes slightly closed, Ye Chen's terrifying soul power spread out. Following the breath left by the previous warriors, Ye Chen took a step forward, holding Qian Chuanxue's hand, and followed closely behind.
Under the hazy sky, the undulating peaks were rendered blood red by the setting sun, and the white bones were covered with flying snow.
Wanren Gu Peak surged up, the rolling sword energy tore apart the surrounding clouds and snow curtains, and figures danced wildly on the top of the mountain.
In the surrounding void, the sound of killing was as loud as thunder, rising into the sky, and the overwhelming killing intent dispersed the sunlight.
A slender and tall figure stood on the top of the mountain. His long hair was tied together with a hemp rope and fell casually to his waist.
This man was wounded in many places and was stained with blood. His long hair was stained with blood, and it was close to his noble and handsome face. The young man was holding an equally noble sword with three carvings on the hilt.
Big characters: Young Master Sword!
The setting sun is like blood, and its blood drips down the rocks and melts the snow on the ground.
Where the young man stood, there were bloody corpses everywhere, and broken swords were stuck on the rocks.
And at the foot of the mountain under Wanren Gu Peak, two figures stood proudly, a young man and an old man.
The young man was dressed in a green shirt, but the ordinary green shirt could not conceal his compelling heroic spirit. The slender sword was suspended around him, flipping over, and occasionally making a warning sound.
The young man put his hands behind his back and looked at the top of the sky with an indifferent expression, his eyes filled with coldness.
The old man standing next to the young man had a rather majestic appearance, and he even wore a crown on his head, and a terrifying will flowed on the crown.
Wherever the young man and the old man were, the void within a radius of a hundred feet was imprisoned, and the densely packed bloody corpses filled the foot of the mountain.
"Lord of the Moon Domain, what a pity you have this talent!" The old man suddenly said, chuckling: "But except for this Moon Domain, the Lord of the City must not forget the previous promise!"
Lord of the City of Gongzi! The young man raised his head, and it was Gongzi Yu. Hearing this, Gongzi Yu nodded and said calmly: "Lord of the City of Yan, although our strength in Bahan City is not as strong as before, I have never broken my promise to others!"
"As for the blood prison, I, Bahan City, will join forces with you all!" Gongziyu looked at the clouds with a somewhat complicated expression, and sighed slightly, it has been ten years since the peak of martial arts, and you are much stronger than imagined.
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Holding the sword, Gong Ziyu stepped on the mountain wind and walked towards the clouds with a light figure, which was no longer real.
Bang bang! Like a tide of warriors, they jumped into the void, stood in unison behind the old man, and shouted: "I've seen the city lord!"
City Lord! The old man is also the Lord of the eight major cities, Yanyu.
"Brothers are killing each other, but you have given birth to a pair of good sons! First kill your father, then kill your brother, tsk tsk!" The old man raised a sarcastic smile on his lips. He has been fighting openly and secretly for nearly a hundred years, but you old guy died in your own hands.
The most tragic thing in the world had happened when his son fell under the sword. Suddenly, the old man's eyes showed overwhelming murderous intent. He also thought of his son, the smoke and dust that fell in the sword tomb, and the void shattered in vain.
Yan Yu followed the turbulent flow of space and followed Gong Ziyu, "Blood Prison, the Emperor of Blood Prison killed my son in the past, and I will have the entire Blood Prison to bury him with him in the future!"
"And the Blood Hell Emperor, even if you re-enter reincarnation, I will find you so that you can never be reincarnated." The overwhelming murderous intention permeated Mian Yu's body, and the sky became increasingly gloomy.
"Kill!" Soaring shouts rang out at the foot of the mountain. Thousands of Bahan City law enforcers and Bada City law enforcers rose into the sky and charged into the clouds with their swords.
"Kill!" Above the clouds, densely packed figures emerged. Between the clouds and the ground, their bright sword lights appeared through the air. A warrior from the Moon Domain rushed out with a sword, trying to block the attacks of Bahan City and Bada City.
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A rain of blood floated under the hazy sky, and blood feathers appeared one after another, dyeing the vast white world blood red, and even the sunlight was lost in this rain of blood.
A wave of will was like a sharp blade, and the warriors standing in front of Gong Ziyu turned into bloody corpses.
Unstoppable, Gong Ziyu stepped onto the Cloud Palace with his sword in hand. Looking at the bloody figure in the distance, a complicated look flashed in his eyes: "We meet again, useless guy!"
The sharp sound of breaking wind gradually became louder. The young man raised his head, his eyes were piercing, and his murderous intention burst out of his body uncontrollably, "Gongzi Yu!"
"Who am I? Many years ago, I didn't know who I was, but a voice in my heart told me that my name is Young Master Su!"
"A swordsman with a blood feud on his back. My existence is to destroy Bahan City and kill the man named Gong Ziyu."
"So, I have been killing all these years, and I established the Moon Domain. I don't know why I call this force the Moon. Maybe it has something to do with the silver moon that I often dream about."
"I really want to forget something, something very important. I tried hard to think about it, but vaguely, I only remember a man called Lord, and the silver moon."
Qingming's eyes gradually turned blood red, and the young man looked straight at Gong Ziyu, who was coming with a sword. He was like a monster that had lost its mind, with a dangerous aura... (To be continued