It seemed that there was only this white light left in the sky and the earth. After the white light dissipated, its scarlet blood pillar rose into the sky.
Her eyes instantly became dull, and Li Shiyue stared in astonishment at the thin figure standing in front of her and the pillar of blood rising into the sky.
The body stopped, and Ye Chen's figure emerged, with his right arm stretched out, still maintaining the posture of drawing the sword.
The sword with a cold light gently passed by the middle-aged man's neck. There was still a slight dull look on the middle-aged man's face, and his head was thrown away, and finally rolled down on the snow.
The headless corpse was powerless and fell from the air to the ground, making a dent in the snow.
Originally, even though the middle-aged man was unable to defeat Ye Chen, he was still able to fight for several points. However, he did not expect that Ye Chen would suddenly attack and attack so quickly.
The terrifying speed of the Rain Sword Skill was clearly reflected in Ye Chen's sword. To say that it was Ye Chen who killed the middle-aged man, it would be better to say that the middle-aged man himself hit the tip of the sword.
With a slight glance at the rolling head, Ye Chen looked away.
Without the slightest pause, Ye Chen's figure shot out again, and his sharp sword energy shot out.
A look of horror emerged, and the remaining two men in black jumped back. However, although they were fast, they could not catch up with Ye Chen's sword.
Whoosh! The sword energy gently crossed their chests, and several eye-catching sword marks emerged.
Looking at the two embarrassed figures, Ye Chen followed them slowly, with his left hand on his back and his right hand holding a sword, but he showed no aura.
He looks like a frail scholar, but Ye Chen like this gives people a great pressure.
The ultimate display of sharpness is to be restrained. He raised his sword, and Ye Chen thrust the sword forward unhurriedly. The air shook, and several sword shadows emerged.
The sword seems to be slow, but it makes people addicted and unable to extricate themselves.
The sword is a murderous weapon! However, in Ye Chen's hands, the sword bloomed with intoxicating youth.
If Ye Chen's sword makes people intoxicated, then one sword can make people get lost in that white light.
One sword conquered the city. At this moment, the roaring cold wind seemed to have stopped, and the sword that blended into Ye Chen's artistic conception truly reflected its terrifying power.
The two men in black stared blankly at the soft sword light that shot out and finally passed across their necks. Even before they died, the intoxicated expressions still remained on their faces.
Scarlet blood pillars rose into the sky again, and the two corpses weakly smashed downwards, falling next to Yue Hen and others.
Arousing blood flowers, Yue Hen and others suddenly looked up. In their sight, red raindrops fell from the void swallowed by black. A young man stood quietly holding a sword.
In the void.
The three headless corpses on the ground looked so eye-catching at the moment. This scene was deeply imprinted in everyone's minds and could not be erased.
Sheathing the sword, blood dripped down the tip of the sword, Ye Chen turned around, looked at Li Shiyue, and said calmly: "Leave those four people to me, and you will be responsible for the rest of the men in black!"
Facing Ye Chen's dull expression, Li Shiyue still felt a sense of astonishment. She really couldn't imagine why his expression was still as dull as before, even after killing three Qi Martial Realm warriors.
Without waiting for Li Shiyue to listen to his words, Ye Chen held his sword and rushed downwards.
The wolf among the sheep describes Ye Chen today.
The attack was extremely fierce, especially after Ye Chen casually killed three Qi Martial Realm warriors, everyone looked at Ye Chen with fear in their eyes.
"Stop him!" At this moment, the four old men in black robes finally felt threatened, and the situation turned around just because of this young man.
Before he could finish his words, the men in black who had originally besieged Yuehen and others rushed toward Ye Chen. Their momentum gathered together, trying to overwhelm them with force.
How could the power of an ant shake the sky? After being baptized by the Moon God's sword for several generations, this momentum seemed so weak in front of Ye Chen.
Like the falling snowflakes, Ye Chen's figure was light and fluttering, and he walked directly through several men in black, and the sword in his hand seemed to gently pass through the necks of the men in black.
The passing geese leave a sound, the passing sword leaves a mark, and its scarlet blood column rises into the sky again.
Several corpses still kept charging forward, and the heads that were thrown up looked so eye-catching.
The cold wind blew by, and several corpses collapsed. The falling sound was so harsh.
Several men in black were killed with a sword in just the blink of an eye. Looking at the figure that turned into a shadow, Li Shiyue couldn't help but forget to take action.
A dangerous aura came, and four old men in black robes gathered together.
Therefore, the predicament of Yue Hen and the others was resolved, and they quickly retreated. Only when they were tens of meters away from the four black-robed old men did they stop and look forward as well.
The steps were slightly stepped, and every time Ye Chen took a random step, his figure turned into an illusion.
A trace of shock appeared on his pale face. Yuehen looked at this scene in disbelief, surprised that the boy had such a high level of attainment in the movement technique.
As soon as he appeared, he killed several famous Qi Martial Realm warriors. Thinking of this, Yuehen's face also darkened. Compared to that kid, he was obviously in a very embarrassed state.
Yuehen and the others were in an extremely embarrassed state, and the old men in black robes also felt uncomfortable. The swords of Yuehen and the others also left eye-catching sword marks on their bodies.
Therefore, Yue Hen and others have reached the point where their fuel is exhausted, and the true energy in the bodies of the black-robed old men is less than the previous two levels. Coupled with their injuries, their strength is less than 30% of the previous level.
No one expected that Cheng Yaojin, Ye Chen, would show up halfway. Looking at each other, the four of them retreated in a tacit understanding.
Bang bang! The four people jumped in different directions. In this situation of asymmetry in strength, the four old men in black robes actually escaped?
"Now that you're here, why bother leaving!" Ye Chen swung forward, and in an instant he stepped through the void, heading straight into the distance, and the surrounding space rippled.
Seeing this, a complicated look flashed in Li Shiyue's eyes, and she called softly: "Suifeng, stop chasing me, be careful there is an ambush!"
Hearing this, Ye Chen's figure remained unchanged, and a plain voice slowly floated out of Ye Chen's mouth: "Don't forget, I have killed the fake soul martial realm!"
The plain words gave people an inexplicable chill. Under the night, sword shadows poured out like running water, connecting the sky and the earth. Hundreds of sword shadows spun weirdly around Ye Chen.
The sword shocked the world, and as Ye Chen struck down with his sword, hundreds of sword shadows shot out, directly drowning the fleeing figures.
Bang bang! Before even the screams could be heard, the bodies of the four old men in black robes turned into pieces and scattered.
The wind passed by, the sword scattered, and the village under the night became silent again. In the void, the thin figure stood proudly.
Putting away the long sword, Ye Chen glanced at Yuehen and others lightly, then landed lightly on a dilapidated attic, ignoring Yuehen and others.
Instead, Li Shiyue took out some elixirs and delivered them to a few people. Worried about the backup of the men in black, Li Shiyue took Ye Chen and others towards the original stronghold.
After a few people left, several figures emerged in the void. They were the peak masters of the four peaks of the Sword God. The leader was Huang Wushuang.
Looking at Ye Chen and others leaving, Huang Wushuang murmured softly: "This kid is really ruthless!"
The peak masters of the other three peaks all smiled. Ye Chen was unlucky. The four old men in black robes were all weak, but they suffered a lot from Yuehen and others. They worked hard for so long, and finally let Ye Chen show off his power.
Noticing the expressions of the other three people, Huang Wushuang shook his head slightly, and couldn't help but picture a thin figure on the long sword path before his eyes, and murmured softly: "Is it really good luck?"
This night was destined to be a night of killing. After the dawn of the sky fell, the villages within thousands of miles of the Sword God Mountain Range were more or less massacred, and the Sword God guards who came after hearing the news gradually cleaned up those black people.
The power of clothes people.
However, all this was in contrast to Ye Chen and others. Standing on the treetops, Ye Chen closed his eyes tightly and practiced slowly.
Yuehen and the other three were sitting on the ground practicing. The night of fighting made them feel physically and mentally exhausted.
On the other hand, Li Shiyue had not practiced yet, and looked at the sky with complicated eyes, not knowing what she was thinking.