Chapter 1,142 The disciple of the Sword God returns!
The wind and snow are getting bigger and bigger, and from a distance, the whole world is rendered white by snowflakes.
In the vast white world, a tall and tall figure emerged from the long snowy road.
Snowflakes fell, and the sharp sword energy tore the snow curtain apart.
The empty sleeves are fluttering in the wind. This is a one-armed swordsman.
There was an inexplicable confusion in his eyes. The one-armed swordsman walked in the wind and snow with his sword. He raised his head, stared at the magnificent Tiandao City in front of him, and murmured: "Tiandao!"
"In the past ten years, I have walked through three hells with a sword. I don't know where I came from, and I don't know where I am going."
"But after hearing about the Bahan Incident, I always had a voice in my heart, go to Heaven!"
"Tiandao City, will this be where I belong?" The one-armed swordsman whispered with his messy long hair draped over his shoulders.
The messy long hair is already mixed with a lot of white silk. Time is like a knife. No matter who it is, there will be traces of time on the body.
As the pressure spread, snowflakes fell in all directions. The figure of the one-armed swordsman trembled in vain, and his eyes were fixed on the figure of Shengxue in white clothes, and a long-lost familiar feeling filled his heart.
A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. Ye Chen put his hands behind his back and looked at the increasingly clear figure with a calm expression, "Third level of Lingwu, evolved magical powers, ten years ago!"
As soon as he lifted his front foot, his footprints were wiped out by the wind and snow. The one-armed swordsman walked forward, and with every step he took, the feeling of familiarity in his heart grew stronger: "I met him many years ago!"
When the one-armed swordsman was still more than a hundred feet away from Tiandao City, his figure suddenly stopped, and the confusion in his eyes gradually dissipated, replaced by a look of determination.
"I remember. My name is Han Jian, from the Luoxia Peak of the Sword God Sect in the Martial God Continent!" the one-armed swordsman whispered, "and he is the legend of our Sword God Sect, the master of the Sword God Sect, and the fifth generation of the Moon God."
Bang! A fierce sword intent circulated in the eyes of the one-armed swordsman. The one-armed swordsman held the sword in one hand and made a sword salute to Ye Chen, "Han Jian has met the sect leader!"
"Han Jian!" Ye Chen chuckled. Looking at Han Jian, who was more vicissitudes of life than before, Ye Chen had only one sentence: "Just come back!"
"Back!" Han Jian walked toward the city tower with his sword in hand and stood behind Ye Chen, just like he did more than ten years ago.
"Has the sect master broken through the martial arts?" His eyes were surprised. Han Jian noticed a pressure from Ye Chen, which was the pressure of the martial arts realm.
"Yeah!" Ye Chen nodded and said, "I made a breakthrough a long time ago and just stepped into the martial arts."
"Have you met anyone else in the past ten years, the sect leader?" After receiving Ye Chen's affirmation, Han Jian's eyes showed a hint of joy. If the sect leader breaks through to martial arts, his strength will definitely increase greatly.
"Except for Qianchuan Xue and Young Master Su, I have never seen anyone else!" Ye Chen shook his head. His tone changed, "But it's almost over. You are back. Those people should come back too!"
Ye Chen couldn't help but think of other people, including Shen Shen, Lu Ya, Feng Ge, and Liu Ye.
These five people will be the future of the Sword God Sect. Ye Chen knows that the rise of the Sword God Sect is not just about one person, but more importantly, the improvement of the overall strength.
"A suppressing sword!" A few moments later, Ye Chen chuckled again, still standing on the tower without turning around. He was waiting for the arrival of a suppressing sword.
Hearing this, Han Jian's expression changed slightly and he closed his eyes. After a few breaths, he opened his eyes and said, "Lu Ya, I didn't expect him to come too!"
At the same time, Han Jian felt a vague shock in his heart. Tens of thousands of feet away, the sect master could actually sense Lu Ya's aura, what a terrifying soul perception.
A few moments later, under the gaze of the three people, a giant sword emerged from the wind and snow. Compared with the giant sword, the swordsman's figure was a bit thin, and could even be said to be emaciated.
His whole body was stained with blood. When the young man took a step, the blood dripping from his body turned the snow red.
Following this young man were dozens of warriors. These warriors came after the young man, from the Eight Hells to the Eight Cold Hells, without stopping.
Despite this, the young man's steps were still steady and steady. He looked directly at the Tiandao City in front of him and saw the flying white clothes, and there was also an inexplicable confusion in his eyes.
"My sword is suppression, why suppress?" the young man murmured, turning around suddenly, the giant sword was unsheathed, bringing out sharp wind-breaking sounds, and the rules were flowing in it: "Suppression!"
Suppress the heavens, suppress the gods and Buddhas all over the sky, suppress the heaven and earth, and represent the Sword God Sect to suppress everything.
The sword rainbow suddenly appeared, and the confusion in the young man's eyes disappeared in a flash of sword rainbow. These killers who were chasing him did not expect that the young man would actually explode with such terrifying strength at this moment.
A flash of blood suddenly appeared, and at the moment when the young man swung his last sword, dozens of corpses fell powerlessly, and the ground was stained with blood on the snow.
Turning around, the young man walked towards the city tower with firm steps, carrying a pungent smell of blood, "I am Lu Ya, the Sword God Lu Ya. My sword represents the Sword God Gate, suppressing the heavens!"
Appearing with a sword in his hand, Lu Ya looked at the white-clothed Shengxue figure in front of him with a fiery expression, "Lu Ya has seen the sect master!"
Blood stains circled the giant sword. Ye Chen turned around, looked at Lu Ya who was dressed in blood, and chuckled: "Continue on this path, your sword will suppress the martial arts!"
Hearing this, Lu Ya wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said gently: "I will definitely do it. My sword will definitely be able to suppress any martial arts realm on behalf of the Sword God Sect."
Han Jian is already at the third level of Lingwu, and so is Lu Ya.
"Why are those people chasing you?" Turning around, Ye Chen glanced at the corpse below. On it, he noticed a familiar fluctuation, the fluctuation of the aura of the Eight Great Cities' Kung Fu.
"Ten years ago, after I entered the whirlpool of life and death, I appeared in the eight hells. At that time, I also began to be hunted by the eight cities!"
"I was still a little confused at that time, but now I understand a little bit. Those people should recognize my identity!"
"I once heard those who were chasing me mention that I was from the Blood Prison!" Speaking of this, Lu Ya looked at Ye Chen with some confusion. Over the past ten years, he had often heard the word Blood Prison.
"Everyone who belongs to the Blood Prison will be killed without mercy. Haha, that old guy Yanyu really hates the Blood Prison!" Ye Chen said lightly, with a cold look in his eyes: "All the warriors who were following behind Yan Chen died, except for
Lonely Emperor and others witnessed the scene when I killed Yanchen!"
"The Lonely Emperor, **, Anran, among these people, given the Lonely Emperor's temperament, he will not inform the Eight Great Cities about this, leaving only Anran and **!"
"It seems that Liu Dong has developed the Blood Prison well and has made Lonely City so afraid." A chill flashed through Ye Chen's face, and he turned around and looked directly at the vast land, "It's time to leave for the Blood Prison!"
Ding! A clear and graceful sword chant swayed in the cold wind, followed immediately by a beautiful silhouette floating in the wind and snow. Seeing this silhouette, Ye Chen and others all showed a smile.
"Did you make an appointment to come together today?" Looking at the increasingly clear figure, Ye Chen chuckled.
The sword energy has whitewashed me, and I have whitewashed the sword in my hand! The sword god Feng Ge has not covered up Feng Ge's magnificence in ten years. Feng Ge took delicate steps and walked slowly towards the tower with lotus steps.
With every step he took, the confusion in Feng Ge's eyes dissipated, replaced by a look of determination.
"Feng Ge has met the sect master!" Feng Ge smiled softly, and the dust-laden memories welled up in his heart.
"Level 3 of Lingwu!" Ye Chen nodded. With his current eyesight, he could tell at a glance Feng Ge's current strength. His Qi was even stronger than that of Han Jian.
In addition, Ye Chenhao could see a hint of unknown sadness in Feng Ge's eyes. Regarding this, Ye Chen knew that Feng Ge didn't want to mention it, so he didn't ask.
The wind and snow are getting heavier and heavier, and the sky is gradually becoming gloomy.
The late sunset has fallen below the horizon, and the dim sky has dispersed the last ray of afterglow.
Snow dyed his long hair as white as ink, Ye Chen stood on the tower, dim lights were already on behind him, and the bustling night scene dispelled the chill brought by the cold winter.
The lights were swaying in the cold wind, and Ye Chen closed his eyes slightly. It was not until midnight that a sharp sound of breaking wind broke the dead silence outside Tiandao City.
"The Sword God is depressed!" Ye Chen whispered: "It's finally here!"
The night is like ink, rendering the entire world into two distinct colors of black and white.
Amidst the flying white snow, a swordsman came out with a sword. He was silent, just like the sword in his hand. The swordsman used the sword in his hand to tell the story.
He came with a sword. When he saw those familiar figures, the swordsman smiled and made a sword salute with his sword: "Dejection has met the sect master!"
"The peak of the third level of Lingwu!" Han Jian's eyes narrowed slightly, he took a breath and cursed with a smile: "This guy has become so powerful, it's really unexpected!"
At the third level of Lingwu, Han Jian has been on the verge of life and death countless times in the past ten years. Under the pressure of life and death, he has reached the martial arts level with great difficulty. He naturally knows the hardships involved.
Hearing this, the corners of his mouth were raised slightly, and his eyes swept over Han Jian, Lu Ya and others, and smiled faintly, "Isn't it the same for you!"
We haven't seen each other for ten years, and there is no estrangement in everyone's hearts. They talk and laugh very naturally and casually.
Ye Chen and Qianchuan Xue smiled and said nothing, watching the few people joking with each other.
Suddenly, Ye Chen's face changed slightly, and he suddenly raised his head and looked at the sky: "You dare to touch me, disciple of the Sword God!"
Chill emerged in Ye Chen's eyes, and he noticed a familiar aura thousands of feet away, but this aura was a little weak, and could even be said to be dying.
Before the words could be finished, Ye Chen's figure took a step forward, turned into nothingness, and headed straight for the sky.
The expressions of Qianchuan Xue, Han Jian and others also changed. Something happened?
"What happened to Liu Ye?" Qianchuan Xue and others came out with swords in hand, following Ye Chen closely, leaving the guardians with confused faces.
However, some guardians had already gone to inform Young Master Su. A moment later, thousands more sword lights rose up and shot straight into the sky...
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