Chapter 572: Luo Shen comes out, and the sword post returns
Chapter 572: Luo Shen comes out, and the sword post returns
Snow was flying in the sky, and the cold seemed to freeze the whole world.
But Su Yun's figure shot out like a stream of light, and the pouring flames melted the endless snowflakes.
Raising his head and looking at the growing figure, Ye Chen smiled faintly.
In the astonished eyes of everyone, Ye Chen took a step back slightly, sheathed his sword, put his right hand behind his back, raised his left hand slightly, and pointed at it as a sword.
Ye Chen never moved. It was not until Su Yun's sword light was about to touch Ye Chen that Ye Chen moved. He danced to clear his shadow, like a dancer. The wind blew his fairy mantle fluttering like a colorful dance dress. Song, the entire sky was filled with Ye Chen's figure as white as snowflakes. The figure paused, the middle finger of his right hand pointed forward slightly, and thrust out with one finger. In an instant, the selfless mood broke out, and this finger merged into Ye Chen's mood.
Luoshen finger, in this finger you can no longer see the flavor of Fengshen finger, but the real Luoshen finger.
A mysterious wave spreads at the fingertips, and the sword moves in all directions, and the spectators are as depressed as a mountain!
Ye Chen's finger touched the tip of the sword in Ma Zhongyi's hand with the selfless conception of pursuit. When it touched the tip of the sword, a crisp sword chant resounded in everyone's minds.
There was no gorgeous sword as imagined. With just one finger, the surrounding flames dissipated into nothing. A strange force came from the tip of the sword. Su Yun fell to the steps like a kite with broken strings, as if she had been forcibly moved. , although her body did not move, her feet left two inch-deep footprints on the ground, and blood dripped from the corners of her mouth onto the steps. It was not until she rolled down dozens of steps that Su Yun stopped.
"Tick-tock-tock!" Blood dripped down the corner of Su Yun's mouth and the sound of knocking on the ice resounded in the ears of the Sword Valley disciples. Many women looked at the man who was on one knee in disbelief. He was their high-spirited elder brother in the past.
Ye Chen casually withdrew his finger, and the blood in his chest was rolling slightly. However, with his cultivation, Ye Chen suppressed the rolling blood and looked calm.
At this time, the ever-resounding sound of the piano quietly dispersed with the wind. She raised her head, her beautiful eyes moved, and Su Feixuan looked at the figure quietly.
Ye Chen took a step forward, and his figure fell lightly in front of Su Yun like a fallen leaf. He said lightly: "This sword is not bad!"
Ye Chen's plain words undoubtedly destroyed Su Yun's proud heart, and also destroyed Jian Gu's pride.
"Ding!" The sword broke, the man fell, and the figure slowly fell to the ground. He looked at the blue sky with empty eyes and sarcastically said to himself: "I thought I could defeat you after using the secret method, but it seems I still underestimated you. !”
Standing on the steps, the old man smiled casually and chuckled: "How can the flowers in the greenhouse withstand the baptism of the storm?"
Hearing this, Su Yun trembled, looked at the old man and Ye Chen in confusion, and then bowed slightly to Ye Chen.
Ever since he was known as the number one genius in Sword Valley, Su Yun's pursuit of swordsmanship has gradually been affected by the false reputation. Now, Ye Chen has undoubtedly awakened him through this finger.
Ignoring the surprised people around him, Ye Chen smiled slightly, took out his sword sticker and threw it towards the old man, and said calmly: "This sword sticker?"
The sword post was under Ye Chen's control, and it shot towards the old man lightly. However, the pressure contained in the sword post was enough to force the people around him back.
For a moment, everyone retreated to both sides, leaving only the old man standing there.
Raising his right hand slightly, the old man casually held his right hand forward, grabbed the sword post that was shooting out, glanced at it, and said lightly: "I, Jian Gu, took this sword post!"
Hearing this, Ye Chen smiled faintly, turned to Su Feixuan and said, "Feixuan, come down the mountain!"
Hearing this, Su Feixuan smiled politely, stood up and hugged the guqin, following closely behind Ye Chen.
Step by step, life rushes towards the peak, step by step, whether going up or down the mountain, it is something that a strong person must experience. Ye Chen did not use any physical skills and walked down step by step like an ordinary person.
The floating black hair covered Ye Chen's face, but it could not cover his back. The people of Sword Valley felt helpless. Ye Chen came gently, but it broke the myth of the undefeated genius of Sword Valley, and then gently
Go, face the abuses of yourself and others, and always smile at them. This is the strong person. Su Feixuan hugged the guqin and followed Ye Chen closely. Two equally thin figures gradually disappeared into the wind and snow.
Su Yun's eyes flickered, she bit her lip, and shouted at the figure that gradually disappeared from sight: "What's the name of that finger!"
"Luo Shen!" The cold wind carried Ye Chen's words and blew through the ears of the disciples of Sword Valley.
Looking at the disappearing figure, the old man smiled and said to himself: "Sword God Sect!"
At the foot of Sword Valley Peak, Ye Chen stopped, turned around, looked at the huge shadow behind him, and murmured softly: "The strength of Sword Valley is pretty good, but I don't know how strong the Lianyun Sect is!"
Thinking of Wang Lin from the Lianyun Sect, a sneer appeared at the corner of Ye Chen's mouth.
Turning around, Ye Chen chuckled at Su Feixuan and said, "Feixuan, how are you? Are you used to this world of warriors?"
Hearing this, Su Feixuan was startled for a moment, and then smiled politely. Seeing this, Ye Chen sighed slightly, looked at the sky, and murmured softly: "This world of warriors is paved with blood, I don't know you
Can you adapt to this world?"
"Let's go!" Ye Chen shook his head slightly, turned around, and disappeared into the wind and snow.
Hearing this, Su Feixuan glanced firmly at the sky, then smiled confidently and followed behind Ye Chen.
Lianyun Sect was hundreds of miles away from Sword Valley, and Huang Wushuang did not specify when the sword stickers would be delivered to each sect, so Ye Chen was not in a hurry.
For several days in a row, Ye Chen and Su Feixuan were both on foot. During the journey, Ye Chen not only guided Su Feixuan in some martial arts practices, but also taught some piano skills.
At the same time, Ye Chen did not forget his own cultivation and continued to practice the three fingers of Luo Shen, Wind God and Fire God.
In the snowy sky, two thin figures slowly moved forward in the white world.
As his understanding of artistic conception deepened, Ye Chen became more and more comfortable with artistic conception.
The wind and snow beat at Ye Chen's thin clothes. Ye Chen was walking ahead with his eyes closed.
Su Feixuan, on the other hand, was holding the piano and followed closely behind Ye Chen. The only sound left in her ears was the whistling of the wind.
The right hand is pointed as a sword, and the fingers are constantly changing in front of the chest. On the road in front of Ye Chen, sometimes there are strong winds, sometimes sharp energy, sometimes white snow is flying, and it looks extremely weird, and the fingertips are beating a lot.
It became more and more ghostly, and if anyone looked at it again, they would look into the ocean and marvel, Ye Chen's fingers were completely missing, only the shadow of his hand was left.
Su Feixuan raised her head and glanced ahead. Su Feixuan had long been used to this scene.
Along the way in the ice and snow, Ye Chen rarely saw other people, but at this moment, in the distance, dozens of figures were flying.
Bursts of fighting sounds came from afar. Ye Chen raised his head and looked ahead in confusion, then continued walking forward with Su Feixuan following closely behind.
This is obviously two people fighting, and there is a corpse of a monster lying on the ground. It is a fourth-level monster, the grass dragon. The inner elixir on the grass dragon is extremely expensive. Obviously, the two sides are fighting for the corpse of the grass dragon.
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However, although the two parties were fighting, they did not make a fatal move. These people were wearing the same style of military robes, and they were obviously disciples of the same sect.
There is a floating cloud embroidered on the back of the martial robe. If anyone familiar with the Lianyun Sect sees this, they will definitely recognize that these warriors are disciples of the Lianyun Sect.
The two parties were fighting, but in the roaring wind, waves of steady footsteps resounded, which seemed so harsh at this moment.
Almost at the same time, both parties stopped and looked for news, where two thin figures slowly emerged.
The man was handsome and the woman was delicate. When these two people appeared, they immediately attracted attention and stopped. After Ye Chen looked at the corpse of the monster on the ground and everyone, he ignored them and continued to move forward.
With Ye Chen acting like this, Su Feixuan naturally ignored these people and followed Ye Chen directly without even looking at them.
The people who were still fighting did not stop Ye Chen's steps, although in their eyes, there was no difference between Ye Chen and a weak scholar.
However, when Ye Chen was taking a few steps away, several exclamations also sounded: "It's him! The person the young sect master has offered a reward for!"
This exclamation was like a thunderbolt from the blue. In an instant, the people who had been quiet before suddenly became commotion and gathered together in perfect harmony.
The Lianyun Sect disciple's fiery gazes wandered back and forth on Ye Chen and Su Feixuan, as if they were looking at their prey.