Chapter 642: Kneeling to the ground for three thousand, kowtow in ten steps
Chapter 642 Three thousand people knelt down and kowtowed ten steps
Chapter 642 Three thousand people knelt down and kowtowed ten steps
The sword energy spread out in all directions like a torrent, and the turbulent flow caused an explosion in the air.
The explosive sound seemed to still be lingering in everyone's ears, and the bloody air drifted in the wind. Looking at the thin figure in the void, everyone was speechless for a long time.
With one sword, he forced back a strong man at the third level of the Soul Martial Realm. This image was deeply imprinted in everyone's minds and could not be dissipated for a long time. The bloody clothes and the flowing black hair. They will never forget that genius-like young man in this life.
The figure, that sword represents a myth, that finger represents a legend, a myth and a legend that they cannot touch in this life.
Ye Chen turned around, his expression calm, but his murderous aura slowly subsided. In an instant, Ye Chen seemed to have transformed into a frail scholar again. His eyes fell on Luoxia Peak from a distance, and he stepped into the air step by step.
Go.
The phantom of the unicorn still loomed over Luoxia Peak, and Ye Chen's figure slowly emerged.
The surroundings were quiet, and the eyes of nearly a thousand people were focused on Ye Chen at this moment. Those eyes fell, and Ye Chen did not feel any discomfort.
Ye Chen's steps were not fast, and everyone in the Sword God Sect felt something strange every time he stepped on the air.
The pale moonlight fell down and shone on Ye Chen's body. At this moment, everyone in the Sword God Sect felt a hint of loneliness on that thin figure.
Lowering his head, Ye Chen looked at the messy sword path on the ground. Ye Chen murmured softly: "Sorry, I still haven't fulfilled your regret in the end!"
Facing Huang Lingtian's powerful strength, Ye Chen still cannot shake it now.
Turning around again, Ye Chen looked at the pale Liu Yuyan and said lightly: "Where did he die!"
Ye Chen's current state of mind could not be heard from his calm tone, and there was never a trace of sadness on Ye Chen's face.
However, in this gentle tone, Liu Yuyan heard a hint of sadness in the words, a touch of sadness that could not be hidden. After hearing this, Liu Yuyan's face darkened, her eyes looked towards the sword cliff below, and she murmured softly: "Sword
Cliff!"
"Sword Cliff!" A trace of sadness flashed across Ye Chen's face. He looked at Sword Cliff. Under the pale moonlight, there was a pool of blood all over the ground. The blood dyed the moonlight red. He shook his head slightly, and Ye Chen's figure slowly fell towards the ground.
There was a pool of blood all over the ground, and Ye Chen's figure fell like a dead leaf, falling lightly on the ground littered with corpses, and knelt down in the surprised eyes of some Sword God disciples.
In the future, when you are alive and heaven and earth are kings, I have no obligation to be your disciple.
Today, when you pass away, I will kneel down three thousand times and kowtow every ten steps, just to take back your bones and repay your kindness!
In this world, no one has the obligation to care about someone. When this person cares about you, it is just because he wants to care about you.
From Huang Wushuang, Ye Chen felt the long-lost concern, which had nothing to do with interests, just pure concern.
Not only Ye Chen was like this, but Yue Wuxie and the others were also like this. Their bodies fell from the sword path lightly.
In the hearts of Yue Wuxie and others, there was no difference between Huang Wushuang and their mentor. Thinking of Huang Wushuang's careful guidance for several months, Yue Wuxie and others could not suppress the sadness in their hearts.
Ye Chen slowly stood up from the ground. After walking ten steps forward with his strong legs, he slowly stopped and then knelt down respectfully.
Standing up again, Ye Chen, who also took ten steps forward, knelt down on the ground again and bowed to Jianya with a determined look on his face.
The same is true for Yue Wuxie and the others. On the long sword path, several figures appear so eye-catching.
Three thousand people knelt on the ground, kowtowing ten steps, just to recover the bones of their mentor. At this moment, the Sword God disciples were shocked by the people in front of them.
No one made a sound, all eyes were cast on Ye Chen's slightly thin body, silently watching this extremely pious figure slowly go away.
At this moment, in their eyes, Ye Chen was no longer a legendary young man who could destroy souls with one sword, but a disciple who had lost his mentor.
It is precisely because he is afraid of losing that he is afraid of having. There are not many people that Ye Chen cares about, and Huang Wushuang is one of them.
The pale moonlight flowed down like water, and everyone rushed down the mountain involuntarily, following Ye Chen. Today, they were deeply impressed by the people in front of them. They kowtowed every step of the way. How much perseverance this requires,
How much respect is needed for the teacher? Take ten steps and kowtow, stand up. Take ten steps and kowtow, get up again, and walk forward another ten steps.
During these ten steps of kowtowing, Ye Chen walked across the ground strewn with corpses, the ground strewn with pools of blood, and the ground strewn with swords.
When we came to the collapsed sword cliff, the piles of corpses around the collapsed sword cliff almost formed a hill. The tragic situation was even more tragic than at the foot of the Sword God Five Peaks.
At this time, the Sword God disciples who followed Ye Chen discovered that a hero was buried here, a hero who created vitality for the Sword God Sect.
Broken swords and corpses were everywhere on the ground. Ye Chen's eyes wandered over the battlefield, but he could not find Huang Wushuang's bones for a long time. There were no bones left, and Ye Chen's face couldn't help but darken.
Suddenly, in the center of the battlefield, Ye Chen found a broken sword inserted horizontally on the ground. The sword was surrounded by a trace of sword energy, and an unyielding aura spread around, standing proudly.
Ye Chen sadly walked towards the broken sword, taking every step extremely slowly, for fear of disturbing his deceased friends.
A burst of energy spread out around Ye Chen, staining the swords all over the ground. The broken swords slowly floated up, giving out a crisp sword chant, and the sword chants formed a shocking sound.
The sound of sword chanting.
There is incomparable grief and indignation in this sword chant, and endless sadness!
Yes, it was grief and indignation. The disciples of the Sword God Sect and others clearly heard the meaning of grief and indignation from the more than a thousand sword chants.
A broken sword shattered into pieces and turned into countless iron filings that scattered around. Then the sword was shattered and fell towards the ground.
Immediately afterwards, almost at the same time, the remaining more than a thousand swords were shattered at the same time. Countless strands of residual sword energy spread out from the swords at the moment the swords were broken, and gradually gathered in mid-air, converging together.
.
The sword is psychic. When the swordsman who has been accompanying him for decades dies, the sword also loses its spirituality.
The world only knows that if the sword is there, the man is there, but if the sword dies, the man dies, how can he not know that if the man dies, the sword dies.
The sword energy rolled like clouds in the sky, and a strange wave spread out from the sword. Ye Chen looked at the mighty sword energy clouds lightly, and still walked towards the only sword in the middle.
go.
Boom! An invisible spatial fluctuation spread out in vain, and the sword energy changed erratically. In the astonished eyes of everyone, an illusory figure emerged from the sword energy.
The breeze blows, and the sword energy falls to the side like the floating snowflakes.
The illusory figure emerged, and the astonishment on everyone's faces turned into the ecstasy now.
The illusive figure, the pair of eyes that seemed to see through life and death. When he touched this figure, Ye Chen also showed a look of astonishment on his face: "Peak Master!"
A gentle and elegant smile appeared, Huang Wushuang clasped his hands behind his back, and his illusory figure seemed so weak in the cold wind.
"Fortunately, I can still see you!" Huang Wushuang chuckled, his face still so calm.
"It's just a remnant soul. His obsession is supporting his remnant soul, but it can't last long!" Huo Qilin's deep voice resounded in Ye Chen's mind.
Hearing this, Ye Chen was startled and looked at Huang Wushuang with confusion.
Sensing Ye Chen's gaze, Huang Wushuang smiled faintly and said, "I'm very happy because you are Sui Feng, not anyone else!"
Hearing this, Ye Chen lowered his head and said nothing, while the others were confused.
"From now on, Luoxia Peak will be left to you!" The cold wind blew against his face, and Huang Wushuang's shadow finally turned into nothingness.
At the same time, the sword energy fell vertically towards Ye Chen, hitting Ye Chen hard on the body.
Countless illusory sword shadows appeared beside Ye Chen, forming a sword curtain. On top of the sword curtain, each sword shadow made a shrill sword roar.
With a slight sigh, Ye Chen walked forward.
As Ye Chen continued to advance, the shadow of the sword gradually turned into countless light spots and dissipated. The moment Ye Chen held the broken sword, an unyielding aura spread on the battlefield, and the originally silent battlefield once again
Covered by the chilling air, the chilling air spread out in all directions with the broken sword as the center. The broken sword was his sword. With a slight sigh, Ye Chen bowed forward.
Turning around, Ye Chen calmly looked at Yue Wuxie and the others. He took a step forward and turned into a stream of light and disappeared into the sky.