Chapter 1706: The Murder in the Spring of March (Part 2)
A hundred breaths!
A smile appeared at the corner of Ye Chen's mouth. Does he, Li Mu, have the qualifications?
Boom boom! The aura on Ye Chen's body surged again, like a flood bursting from a dam, unstoppable.
The catkins fluttering all over the sky stopped in mid-air, and then spun at high speed, like blades of swords, sweeping out in all directions.
Whoosh! Before the cavalry on both sides of the blue ancient road could react, the soft catkins had already broken through their face armor and pierced their heads.
"Ah!" Miserable screams rang out from both sides, causing people to fall on their backs.
Ye Chen was like a god, looking down at Li Mu who was standing on the ancient road, "Baixi, you don't have this chance!"
His plain words revealed his absolute confidence.
This scornful look made Li Mu's fighting spirit even more intense, and his true energy surged, eliminating the numb feeling in his right arm, "Then I will prove that I have the qualifications!"
He has been on the battlefield for countless years without a single defeat.
Li Mu also had his own pride. The cold tip of the sword was pointed straight at Ye Chen. Li Mu's long hair danced wildly, and the long hair that reached his waist turned extremely blood red at this moment.
An icy aura like an iron-blooded attack filled the air, and Li Mu's eyes became extremely blood-red.
"Fight!" Li Mu shouted coldly, stamped his feet on the ground, and all the ancient roads collapsed, and Li Mu shot upward into the sky.
At this moment, his right hand was filled with blood, lingering around the sword.
"This sword of mine has drunk the blood of hundreds of millions of creatures. Today, I am lucky enough to drink the blood of five generations!" Li Mu sneered, the speed of his body shot increased again, and the long sword in his hand thrust out.
This sword was very fast, even breaking through the extreme speed, and there was no sword light or sword shadow.
This sword can no longer be caught by the naked eye.
Ye Chen closed his eyes slightly, and the world of martial arts spread out in an instant. In his mind, a blood-red sword shadow galloped towards him.
Ye Chen's body was as graceful as a thunderous giant, and he retreated towards the rear. At the same time, Li Mu's long sword shot out from where Ye Chen was standing before.
Seeing that Ye Chen easily avoided his sword, Li Mu was a little surprised. At the same time, his heart became more solemn. He deflected the long sword in his hand, and with a crisp sword roar, he shot towards Ye Chen again.
"Contains a force that cannot be resisted. It is strong and easy to break!" Ye Chen said neither salty nor indifferently. He stopped in the air lightly and struck a sword with his backhand. At this moment, he finally showed his sword style, Qilin.
It spun around in mid-air and was extremely dazzling, like stars falling straight down, illuminating the entire world. It was hard to look directly at, but everyone resisted the dazzling sword light and stared straight at the two rainbow-like swords.
The sword lights collided together.
Bang! The resounding sound of clashing gold and iron resounded between heaven and earth. Li Mu, who was holding a sword as he climbed up, retreated straight down and landed hard on the ancient green road.
Bang bang! Li Muzhi took several steps back, and with each step, the earth trembled, the mountains shook, and the entire ancient green road even sunk toward the ground.
Rubbles were flying. Amid the billowing smoke, Li Mu raised his head and stared at Ye Chen coldly. His right hand holding the sword trembled again, "It's too scary!"
With no power to resist, Li Mu found that his sword, which could intimidate thousands of armies in the past, was like a candle in front of Ye Chen.
Kaka! A crisp sound suddenly sounded. Everyone heard it and ran away, and their hearts were suddenly shaken.
In Li Mu's hand, the ancient sword that had slaughtered hundreds of millions of creatures was suddenly cut off in half at this moment, and the tip of the sword fell coldly on the broken ancient road.
Li Mu's sword was broken? Everyone felt a chill in their hearts. The moment Ye Chen stepped out again, the Zhao Guo cavalry standing on both sides subconsciously retreated. This retreat caused the entire
The scene became extremely chaotic.
"Li Mu, retreat!" A deep voice sounded from behind, and it was Lin Xiangru's voice.
Li Mu didn't hesitate at all and stepped back.
"Want to leave?" Ye Chen's face was expressionless. After he appeared, his attention had never moved away from Lin Xiangru. Especially Lin Xiangru's eyes with a dim light made Ye Chen always vigilant.
Taking one step forward, the Qilin Sword in Ye Chen's hand shot out, as if it turned into a sky-shattering rainbow, lighting up the entire sky.
It flew straight past Li Mu. This sword was too bright. Unparalleled sword light lingered around like a sword. From the sky above, there were even thunders crashing down. The lightning was dazzling and combined with the sword light, it intertwined into a sword net.
One sword, sealing off all directions!
Li Mu found that he had no choice but to forcefully accept this terrifying sword.
"My candle dragon eyes can't see his flaws!"
"To a certain extent, Fifth Generation, he has no flaws, either physically or mentally!"
Lin Xiangru's voice rang in Li Mu's ears again. A moment ago, Lin Xiangru, who was standing at the end of the blue ancient road, appeared in front of Li Mu, staring coldly at the sword net like a net of death, "The only way to fight is to fight to the death!"
When he said these words, Lin Xiangru's voice seemed extremely heavy.
In those eyes full of wisdom, the light condensed into lines, and a majestic aura surged out of Lin Xiangru's body. At this moment, Lin Xiangru was like the towering mountains, and an extremely heavy sword flashed in his hand.
This sword is forged from the heaviest metal in Tiangang and weighs ten thousand kilograms!
"The sword is extremely heavy!" Lin Xiangru's seemingly old figure waved the heavy sword in his hand, and waves of energy raged out, forming the shadow of undulating peaks behind the heavy sword. When the sword fell, it was
Thousands of high mountains are pressing down.
Kaka! The sword net shot suddenly shattered, and the Zhao cavalry below fell off their horses one after another. Whether they were soldiers or horses, there was a sound of broken bones in their bodies at all times.
Piercing screams rang out from both sides, but Lin Xiangru ignored them and continued to swing the sword in his hand. His sword was extremely slow, the sword net collapsed, and it fell on the Qilin Sword.
Buzz! The Qilin Sword let out a mournful cry and stepped back, its sword light dim.
It wasn't until a pair of white hands held it again that the Qilin Sword burst out with scarlet blood. Ye Chen's eyes passed over the blade of the Qilin Sword and landed on the slowly approaching sword shadow in front of him.
If Li Mu's sword pursues the ultimate in speed, then Lin Xiangru's sword pursues the ultimate in heaviness, the most important sword.
Fight to the death! Li Mu's eyes became even bloodier, he held the broken sword in his hand and shot out, "Then join forces with Lin Xiang today to meet these five generations of moon gods!"
Whoosh! The blood-red sword shadows were densely packed, like clouds and mist, lingering around the exposed mountain peaks, vast and boundless.
Boom! One sword was extremely heavy, and the other was extremely fast. Two swords with different extremes galloped towards Ye Chen at the same time. Their magical powers were also integrated into this sword style.
Even in the face of such a powerful sword, Ye Chen's state of mind was still so calm, without any disturbance. The Qilin sword in his hand slowly thrust forward, unfazed, and he had the charm of watching flowers bloom and fall in front of the court, surrounded by life and death.
outside.
However, it was Ye Chen like this who made Lin Xiangru and Li Muru face a formidable enemy.
One sword plows the sky!
Heaven and earth are fields, swords are plowshares!
At this moment, an indescribable sense of depression filled the hearts of Li Mu and Lin Xiangru.
The sword light was bright, the sword light soaring to the sky bloomed between the heaven and the earth, gorgeous and dazzling, bringing with it the stunning scarlet light.
That scarlet light was clearly the light of a sword dyed red.
I saw a series of blood flowers bursting out in the bright sword light, and immediately, bursts of thunder sounded across the sky and the earth.
A torrential rain of blood fell down, and the bright sword light dissipated at this moment. Two figures fell straight down and landed on the ancient road, with smoke and dust billowing.
Between heaven and earth, there was only a figure in white clothes moving in the wind, and a bleeding sword.
Tick-tock! Tick-tock! The cold rain fell on the faces of the surviving Zhao soldiers. Their faces were bloodless, they made sounds of panic, their scalps were numb, and they scattered in all directions.
Regarding this scene, Ye Chen just waved the Qilin Sword, and the surrounding rain immediately became as sharp as a sword blade, sweeping out.
Phew! All around, the exclamations disappeared. Ye Chen held the bleeding Qilin Sword and walked towards the illusion, leaving corpses all over the ground. Among the corpses, Li Mu and Lin Xiangru, who were holding swords, looked so eye-catching... (To be continued