The sword energy is about to become substantial, and the air around it seems to be solidified.
This finger contained Ye Chen's artistic conception. For the first time, Ye Chen really used the artistic conception.
The azure sword broke through the defense of the man in black like a broken bamboo, and fell with a roar in the horrified eyes of the man in black.
Bang! There was a sound of breaking bones. In the sharp sound of breaking wind, the explosion seemed so loud.
The blue sword light disappeared, replaced by the blood pillar rising into the sky. The blood pillar was so scarlet and dazzling. The endless pressure in the void instantly receded like the tide, and the man in black was like a kite with broken strings.
It fell weakly towards the ice, kicking up slush all over the ground. For a moment, the sound of the breaking wind dissipated, as if even the wind had stopped at this moment.
The black night was like the spilled ink, pouring all over the ground, and the blood column was like the scattered red ink, dyeing a large area of snow red.
In the cold wind, the figure seemed to be blown down at any time, but the thin figure remained standing like a mountain.
A look of astonishment appeared on Li Shiyue's face like bamboo shoots after a spring rain, unable to be suppressed.
The corpses and blood pools on the ground told Li Shiyue the fact that a few seconds ago, the seemingly weak young man easily killed a Soul Martial Realm warrior.
Li Shiyue, who was surrounded by countless compliments, couldn't help but sigh. In front of this thin figure, she found that the previous compliments seemed so pale.
"He is very strong!" Thousands of thoughts turned into this sentence.
Raising his eyes slightly, Ye Chen did not glance at the corpse below. Instead, he glanced at Li Shiyue indifferently and said nothing.
Swish! Ye Chen raised his eyebrows slightly, looking at the figures on the horizon, feeling the unique energy fluctuations of the Sword God Sect.
"Let's go! The person who handles this matter is here!" Thinking of this, Ye Chen sighed slightly. Li Shiyue caught a glimpse of the broken arm looking at the corpses on the ground, nodded, and was about to leave.
Just when the two were about to leave, several sword lights fell from the sky and stood in front of Ye Chen and Li Shiyue. They all had angry faces and drew their swords to fight.
"Who are you?" an angry voice sounded, led by a middle-aged man in white wholesale clothing, glaring at Ye Chen and Ye Chen with angry faces.
Ten villages were massacred in succession, which undoubtedly angered the peak-protecting disciples of the Sword God Sect.
Hearing this, Ye Chen glanced at the middle-aged man lightly. It turned out that no matter where he was, there were always fools and smart people, whether it was the Jade Emperor Academy or the Sword God Sect where geniuses gathered.
Ye Chen just glanced at him lightly, but the murderous look in his eyes still made these people startled. A cold air penetrated from the soles of his feet through his spine and reached the back of his head.
The middle-aged man who asked the question before temporarily forgot what he said next and looked at Ye Chen blankly.
Condensing the murderous intent in his eyes, Ye Chen's fierce aura receded like a tide, like a weak scholar. However, this figure weighed on everyone's hearts like a mountain.
Seeing this, Li Shiyue jumped down next to Ye Chen and said to the middle-aged man: "Li Shiyue at Xiyue Peak!"
Li Shiyue's words broke the strange atmosphere. The middle-aged man also recognized Li Shiyue, put away his sword, and said to Li Shiyue: "What happened here?"
Hearing this, Li Shiyue shook her head slightly and told what she knew.
After Li Shiyue finished speaking, Ye Chen tied the stone sword behind his back again and said to Li Shiyue: "Let's go!"
"Since this matter was discovered by you, then follow me back to the peak and explain it to the elders of the Law Enforcement Hall!" Seeing Ye Chen about to leave, the middle-aged man dissuaded him.
Hearing this, Ye Chen glanced at the middle-aged man indifferently, took out the sword from his arms, shook it at a few people, and then left calmly.
Looking at the few people who were about to be petrified, Li Shiyue smiled gently. This Sword God Sect has a rule. Those who stop sending sword stickers will die!
The crisp laughter disappeared in the sky, and the middle-aged man just reacted and murmured softly: "It turned out to be a gift of sword stickers, but which peak does that young man belong to?"
"Could it be Luoxia Peak? That young man's eyes are extremely scary!" Shaking his head slightly, the middle-aged man had to arrange for the disciples behind him to deal with the funeral.
Two figures streaked across the sky like a rainbow, and the killing seemed to have never stopped. Every few miles, Ye Chen and Li Shiyue discovered the massacred village. Looking at the bloody scene, murderous intent appeared on Li Shiyue's beautiful face.
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In two consecutive villages, Ye Chen and Li Shiyue killed two more groups of men in black, but they did not encounter any strong men in the fake soul martial realm.
At this moment, Li Shiyue more or less understood what Ye Chen said: "Kill to stop killing!"
Everyone has their own persistence, their own beliefs, and their own beliefs. Despite this, Li Shiyue still insists on her original beliefs.
The night is like a ferocious devil, coiling over the earth, and killing seems to be the theme of the night, endless killing.
At a mountain range on the edge of the Sword God Mountain Range, a massacre was taking place. Although the massacre was hindered, the fact of the massacre could not be concealed.
In the roaring cold wind, Yuehen's figure stood proudly, and his snowy white clothes formed a sharp contrast with the blood pool on the ground.
Behind Yuehen stood a young man whose temperament was no less than that of Yuehen. The young man's whole body faintly revealed a majestic power, and the long sword dripping with blood in his hand was even more chilling.
Leng Qianfeng, the chief disciple of Chaoyang Peak, whose cultivation has reached the level of perfection, this time he is sending the sword patch on behalf of Chaoyang Peak.
Next to the young man stood a young man. This young man was dressed in black robes and had an ordinary appearance. He held a sword in one hand and a wine bottle in the other, with lazy eyes.
This lazy young man's name is Bu Jingxian, the chief disciple of Xingchen Peak, and the person sent by Xingchen Peak to deliver the sword sticker this time.
Yuehen, Leng Qianfeng and Bu Jingxian were originally waiting for the senders of Sunset Peak and Luoxia Peak in a mountain pavilion thousands of meters away from the village. However, a few moments ago, the ear-piercing tragic sound
The cry alarmed the three people.
When the three people arrived here, they witnessed a massacre. A man in black took away countless defenseless old people and children with a sharp knife in his hand.
On those uneven rocks, several blood pools emerged. Following the mountain slope, the surrounding snow water mixed with blood merged into them.
The daily necessities that Jian Shenmen needs on daily basis are provided by these villagers. To a certain extent, Jian Shenmen has the obligation to protect these villagers. The scene in front of them undoubtedly angered several people.
The strength of the three people was enough to reverse the situation, but unexpectedly, several old men in black robes with extremely terrifying cultivation levels were killed in the end. These old men in black robes all had silver masks on their faces.
The sword with the cold light looked so eye-catching. The screams around him gathered into a sea, intertwined with the sound of the roaring cold wind. No matter the sound of the wind or the screams, they could not cover up the killing tonight.
Catching a glimpse of a strand of long hair falling from his eyes, Yuehen looked solemnly at the four black-robed old men in front of him, especially the aura that pervaded those four people, which made his heart palpitate.
"Senior Brother Qianfeng, Senior Brother Jingxian, I will hold down two of them in a moment, and you can quickly deal with your opponents!" Yue Hen said solemnly with his back to Leng Qianfeng and the other two.
The four old men in black robes in front of them are all fake soul martial realm warriors. Especially the extremely ruthless swordsmanship of the four of them makes people have to be wary.
Previously, Yuehen received a palm from one of the old men in black robes because of his carelessness. He suppressed the blood boiling in his chest, and Yuehen's body shot out in vain.
In the hands of Yuehen, the seven-foot green peak turned into a sharp weapon that could cut through everything in the world. As the son of the leader, all the sword skills Yuehen mastered were terrifying. However, when faced with the combined attacks of two black-robed old men, these martial arts
But it looked so pale.
Seeing Yuehen take action, Leng Qianfeng also waved the cold sword in his hand and faced an old man in black robe.
Only Bu Jingxian did not make a move and took a sip of wine. Bu Jingxian's terrifying aura locked the last old man tightly.
Previously, the three of them were defeated by the combined attack of the four black-robed old men. Now their plan was to break through one by one. The wine bottle slipped from his hands, and Bu Jingxian's eyes became extremely sharp.
Hiss! The sword was instantly drawn, and Bu Jingxian's figure shot out. For a moment, in this village that was like a hell on earth, sword shadows filled the sky, and the sword energy was shocking!