Chapter three hundred and fortieth one sword allure
Chapter 340: One Sword Conquers the City
In the Bahuang Tower, the stars are turning and the sword energy is streaking across the sky like a rainbow.
The white clothes were as white as snow, and the white clothes rustled under the blowing wind of the sword. Ye Chen held the sword in one hand and looked at the sword shadow with a calm expression.
In an eternity, the sword shadow pierced through Ye Chen's entire heart. Ye Chen's figure dissipated, and pain flooded Ye Chen's body like a tide.
After a few breaths, Ye Chen's figure appeared again, his face extremely pale, but there was excitement in his eyes.
Death, resurrection, this series of boring actions had made Ye Chen forget how many times he had died. All that was left in his eyes was the sword that was as dazzling as a star in the starry sky.
The world only knows that a beautiful woman can captivate a city with her smile, but they don’t know that a sword can also captivate a city. A sword can captivate a city!
A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and Ye Chen's figure turned into fragments and disappeared again, but an uncontrollable smile could be seen on his face.
"So that's it, that's all! Haha!" Ye Chen's wild laughter suddenly resounded in the vast starry sky. This laughter seemed so unrestrained, and beneath the laughter, the roar of the cold wind also seemed so weak.
The figure emerged again, his eyes slightly raised. This time, Ye Chen raised his sword again and drew it out.
The killing intent all over his body exploded at this moment, with no other focus, and a sword shadow appeared in the sky that made all the stars dim.
Ye Chen's sword was very slow. The sword went from fast to slow. The sword skill was the pursuit of the ultimate in speed, but this sword was the pursuit of the ultimate in slowness. Even though it was slow, it was indestructible.
And this slowest sword is only relatively speaking. The terrifying sword energy is all wrapped around the tip of the sword. Time flows for a moment. Looking up from a distance, this sword is like the falling star, sad and dreamy.
A smile can captivate a city, a sword can captivate a city, this sword can captivate a city! This sword was inspired by Ye Chen after experiencing countless deaths. This sword is also the embodiment of his selfless artistic conception.
Ye Chen's wind-like figure was sad, beautiful and uncertain, and turned into a cloud-like figure.
A few hundred meters away, in the blink of an eye, the sword roared loudly, a duel between swords!
Ding! A crisp sword chant suddenly sounded, and the man's sword pierced Ye Chen's chest again, but at this moment Ye Chen smiled.
Under Ye Chen's smiling eyes, his sword also pierced that person's chest, bang! But the sword was not fatal, and Ye Chen was only slightly regretful about this!
The figure was shattered again, and among the stars in the sky, those shattered starlights dissipated. In the vast starry sky, apart from those stars, there was only that one person and that sword!
Outside the Bahuang Tower, weak lights fell on those dull faces, snowflakes floated feebly, and Zi Ning's exclamation suddenly sounded: "Open the tower immediately!"
Everyone looked at Zi Ning in confusion. After hearing this, Chu Sanjian also looked slightly confused and said: "What's wrong!"
"Don't forget that it's the second level, that feeling of death?" Before Zi Ning finished speaking, Chu Sanjian's expression suddenly changed. At this moment, he couldn't help but think of the worst-case scenario!
That's because Ye Chen couldn't stand the perverted illusions on the second level, and finally died suddenly inside! Thinking of this, Chu Sanjian also understood the reason why Zi Ning had such a big reaction!
The other nine purple-clothed warriors also thought of this, and perhaps only this could explain why Ye Chen was able to survive twelve hours in the Bahuang Tower.
Solemn expressions appeared on the faces of several people. Chu Sanjian suddenly floated up and said solemnly: "Open the tower!"
Before the words were finished, the figures of the nine people also floated up. For a moment, ten sword intents piercing the sky burst out. The young people standing around were forced to take a few steps back, and they all looked at the sky in confusion!
"Haha, that's it!" A sneer suddenly sounded, and the desolation just now swept away from Situ Fang's face, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, showing a hint of sneer!
Situ Fang's abnormality made Ran Ruo in his arms surprised for a while, and she couldn't help but said coquettishly: "Fang, what's wrong! Why do they suddenly want to open the tower?"
His right hand moved up and down Ranruo's body very skillfully, but Situ Fang's eyes were fixed on the Eight Desolate Towers, and he sneered: "I remember that there was a person who supported the Eight Desolate Towers for five hours last year, but after finally opening the tower, something happened.
He has died a long time ago, haha, maybe that kid has been tortured to death by those illusions a long time ago! I thought he really had the ability to last for so long!"
When Situ Fang touched that shameful place in public, a trace of crimson appeared on Ran Ruo's pretty face. Hearing this, a smile also appeared on the corner of her mouth. Ruo You said with deep meaning: "It turns out he died inside! No wonder he was able to hold on for so long.
!" After saying that, Ran Ruo still looked at Ran Qian, with a trace of ridicule appearing on the corner of his mouth. Upon hearing this, Ran Qian's face instantly turned pale.
The young people who were watching were also surprised. Could it be that the young man in white really died inside? Thinking of this, everyone's fear of the Bahuang Tower became even stronger.
"Sister, are scholars who they say they are?" After all, Ran Rou is still an immature girl, holding Ran Qian's sweat-soaked hand tightly.
"No, he must still be alive!" Ran Qian pretended to be calm, but her pale face and sweaty hands were enough to illustrate her inner uneasiness at the moment.
Dancing to clear the shadows, ten wind-like figures were flying in the void, the floating snowflakes were crushed by the sword energy, and the sword energy shot straight at the Bahuang Tower like a rainbow!
The originally dim Bahuang Tower was now blooming with endless brilliance like the stars in the sky, and at the same time, a sword intent piercing the sky erupted from the top of the tower.
The clouds above the void were all broken, and the starlight tore up those clouds and scattered them on the dark Bahuang Tower. The sword energy like a rainbow also disappeared into the Bahuang Tower. The figures of Chu Sanjian and others also fell to the ground again.
After landing, Chu Sanjian and others looked solemnly at the Bahuang Tower. Under the gaze of countless pairs of eyes, the tall tower door slowly lifted up, revealing a dark hole.
The starlight fell on the dark hole, and the hole swallowed up the starlight like a ferocious monster. Even though the surrounding lights were bright, no one could clearly see the scenery inside.
Her heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and Ran Qian stared at the empty space motionlessly, expecting the figure in her memory to appear. Not only Qian, but everyone else as well.
Time passed extremely slowly as if a spell had been cast on it. After a few breaths, no one saw Ye Chen's figure appear. In response, Ran Qian's face became increasingly pale.
"Haha, it seems that he really died in there!" Ran Ruo held Situ Fang's shoulders and giggled, while looking at Ran Qian with gloating, it was undoubtedly a pleasure to appreciate the desperate expression on Ran Qian's face.
"Maybe!" Situ Fang also had a smile on his lips. If Ye Chen died, then the so-called elite student title would definitely belong to him.
Hearing this, Ran Qian could not help but step back a few steps, her face turned extremely pale, and she murmured softly: "Maybe I shouldn't have brought you here, otherwise I wouldn't have!"
After waiting for a while, Ye Chen was nowhere to be seen. At this moment, even Zi Ning thought that Ye Chen died in the Bahuang Tower. A trace of guilt appeared on his face, and he stepped slightly towards the dark entrance of the cave.
Approaching, Chu Sanjian couldn't help but be startled when he saw this, he also stepped forward and asked doubtfully: "Zi Ning, what are you going to do?"
"I'll go in and look for him!" Although the words were short, they expressed Zi Ning's determination. Hearing this, Chu Sanjian was stunned for a moment, and then he reacted and said in a deep voice: "You are crazy! With your cultivation level, you will definitely be transported to
On the third level, even with your Qi Martial Realm cultivation, I’m afraid you won’t be able to withstand the illusion of that third level, and may even severely damage your soul!”
After saying that, Chu Sanjian took a step to stop Zi Ning's figure. Seeing this, Zi Ning's face turned gloomy and said coldly: "Get out of the way!"
His face changed slightly. If there was anyone who knew Zi Ning best in the world, it was Chu Sanjian. At this moment, Chu Sanjian could naturally sense the anger in Zi Ning's words.
He stared motionlessly at Zi Ning's beautiful watery eyes, and a figure seemed to appear in those beautiful eyes, a figure dressed in white like snow, holding a feather fan. He was familiar with that figure, it was the broken figure.
After a few breaths, Chu Sanjian sighed softly, turned his back to Zi Ning and said: "Because he has the shadow of Broken on his body, the same bohemian and almost the same temperament!"
Hearing this, Zi Ning trembled and remained silent. In response, Chu Sanjian smiled softly and resolutely walked towards the dark hole: "Zi Ning, you have been buried by memories. I really
I can't bring you back! As the main person in charge of the Bahuang Tower, I am the one who should go in, not you!" After saying that, Chu Sanjian walked towards the entrance of the cave without any hesitation, leaving behind an extremely tall
figure.
She looked at Chu Sanjian with complicated eyes. When Zi Ning was about to speak out, a look of disbelief suddenly appeared on her face...
This incredible expression seemed to be contagious, appearing on the faces of everyone around. Under the gaze of countless eyes, a slightly pale hand poked out from the dark hole...