The sharp aura receded from Ye Chen's body. At this moment, Ye Chen seemed to have returned to his original nature, looking elegant and relaxed. Who would have thought that the man in front of him had killed several hun martial realm warriors with one sword.
With his eyes slightly lowered, Ye Chen looked down at the long sword path, where hundreds of new stone tablets had been erected.
The sad atmosphere seemed to infect the surrounding air. He raised his head and Ye Chen sighed slightly: "Dead people can never understand the inextricable sadness in the hearts of living people!"
Ye Chen's figure landed on the peak as lightly as a feather. He looked around and noticed the respectful look in the eyes of the disciples around him. He couldn't help but laugh and said: "You don't need to be so restrained, just be natural!"
"Join the Peak Master!" Hundreds of disciples bowed and saluted. Their eyes naturally fell on Ye Chen. As his reputation rose, Ye Chen's appearance was already known to everyone. This Peak Master also spoke from the heart.
Yes, the previous battle was enough to conquer these Luoxia Peak disciples.
Hearing this, Ye Chen smiled helplessly. Feeling the heartfelt admiration of the people around him, the helplessness in Ye Chen's heart became even stronger.
"It seems that it is more and more inseparable from Luoxia Peak!" Ye Chen thought to himself, originally thinking that someone would stand up to oppose him becoming the master of Luoxia Peak, but it backfired.
Up to now, Ye Chen's reputation is known to everyone in Sword God. After inquiries from some good people, Ye Chen's past has gradually become known to everyone.
It had only been a few months since he entered the Sword God Sect, but he impressed the examiner with his understanding of the sword, and even caused a fight for the master of the four peaks.
In particular, everyone in the Sword God Sect knew that Ye Chen was walking along the kendo with a stone sword on his back.
However, these are not the most shocking things. In the previous battle, he slaughtered hundreds of Qi Martial Realm warriors by himself, and killed several Hun Martial Realm warriors with one sword, but Ye Chen was only a young man.
At such a young age, he was already famous throughout the sect! When facing Ye Chen, even the older generation disciples of Luoxia Peak felt admiration.
Holding the sword, Ye Chen bowed to the two old men who were playing chess and said: "Senior, I wonder how the funeral is handled this time!"
Hearing this, the two old men both smiled and said: "This matter has been dealt with!"
Hearing this, Ye Chen also smiled, and then Ye Chen discussed some things with the two of them before leaving.
Under Ye Chen's persuasion, everyone gradually relaxed, no longer as restrained as before, practicing practicing and practicing swordsmanship.
After listening to the reports of the two old men, Ye Chen breathed a sigh of relief. After a short exchange, Ye Chen also knew the names of the two people. The old man who looked thinner was named Ziqi, and the taller old man was called Ziqi.
Biber tooth.
The brief exchange made Ye Chen's face look serious. After this battle, Luoxia Peak actually had more than twenty Qi Martial Realm warriors, and hundreds of Lianwu Realm warriors died. This was undoubtedly a blow to Luoxia Peak.
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Nowadays, the vitality of Luoxia Peak is severely damaged, which further confirms that Luoxia Peak is the weakest among the five peaks of Sword God.
With a slight sigh, Ye Chen said goodbye to Ziqi and Boya, and they walked on the mountain road with their hands on their backs like ordinary people.
The beating of the wind was no longer as cheerful as before. Standing on the rocks, Ye Chen looked at the sword path below and the four magnificent stone statues.
After this bloody battle, the disciples of Luoxia Peak seemed to have grown a lot, and those lazy disciples in the past were also practicing crazily.
The stone statues of the moon gods of the past have stood on the sword for tens of thousands of years. How many times has the stone statue seen such a fierce battle? Facing the stone tablet in the dense forest below, Ye Chen couldn't help but feel a little respect in his heart.
"I'm gradually falling in love with this place!" Ye Chen murmured softly.
The cold wind blew, blowing off the snow hanging on the branches, and the snow fell like rain.
Turning around, Ye Chen's whole body's breath merged with the surrounding snow scene, indistinguishable from each other.
With the Xuanbing Jue running in his body, Ye Chen walked to the courtyard where he used to be. Looking at the spotless courtyard, Ye Chen couldn't help but have a trace of reminiscence in his eyes: "How long has it been since you came here?"
Turning around, Ye Chen continued walking toward the surrounding buildings, and finally came to a courtyard.
The snow dyed the courtyard white, and also dyed the stone tablet in front of the courtyard white. However, the snow could not cover the large characters on the stone tablet: You can regret it!
Raising his right hand slightly, Ye Chen's slender fingertips crossed over the handwriting, and a wave of sword intent swept over him. Feeling the sense of scrutiny, Ye Chen sighed slightly, this was Huang Wushuang's sword intent.
Huang Wushuang's plain voice still seemed to be floating in Ye Chen's ears: "If one day you indulge in killing, I will use my sword to pull you back!"
"I haven't indulged in killing yet, but you are not here!" Ye Chen murmured softly, feeling that the heartache in this sword intention had become firm, and Ye Chen gradually understood Huang Wushuang's sword intention.
"You can feel free to leave Luoxia Peak to me!" Ye Chen sighed slightly: "Do you regret it?"
After closing the wooden door of the courtyard, Ye Chen continued to walk forward and reached the cliff where he used to practice swordsmanship. He looked up and saw Xiyue Peak opposite.
The cold wind blew the snowflakes all over the sky. The Xiyue Peak opposite was completely shrouded in the snowflakes, and it looked a bit hazy. The figure dancing the sword in the past was no longer there.
Before Ye Chen walked into the cliff, several sharp blasts of wind sounded in his ears.
A weak figure appeared in front of Ye Chen's eyes.
The ponytail nose swayed in the cold wind, and the thin figure was like the fluttering snowflakes in the cold wind.
But at this moment, Ye Chen's eyes fell on this thin figure and never moved away.
The weak sound of breaking wind sounded from time to time, and an ordinary iron sword cut through the air, making a crisp sword whistling sound, one sword after another, and although the speed of the sword was not fast, it was extremely slow.
Standing where he was, Ye Chen did not move forward, but quietly looked at the thin figure of the little girl with a ponytail.
One sword after another, and after hundreds of sword strikes, the little girl stopped dancing and lay tiredly on the ground, panting. The white breath she exhaled turned into ice crystals and scattered in just a few breaths.
It was freezing cold, and although Ye Chen couldn't see the little girl's appearance clearly, he saw the girl's purple wrists, not only because of the cold weather, but also because of practicing too many times.
After a short rest, the girl stood up, held the long sword, and started dancing with the sword again, as if she was tireless.
The snow fell heavier and heavier, and gradually, the falling snowflakes submerged the girl's figure.
With Ye Chen's strength, he could tell at just a glance that this girl's cultivation was extremely weak and she had not even awakened her bloodline.
Standing quietly on the spot, Ye Chen remained motionless, quietly watching the girl dance her sword, stopping and stopping, and the snowflakes dyed Ye Chen's long, inky hair white.
The hazy sky swallowed up the fluttering white snow, and the afterglow of the evening moon rarely fell through the clouds, falling on Ye Chen and the girl.
The afterglow of the evening moon stretched the shadows of the two of them very long. The girl never turned around and kept practicing a set of basic sword skills. Although the sword skills were full of loopholes in Ye Chen's eyes, there were even some details.
Dancing in all the wrong places.
The clumsy figure, the girl dancing the sword, the boy watching, the setting moon, and the drifting snowflakes, all of them seemed so peaceful.
The afterglow of the evening moon dyed the clouds in the sky red, and the afterglow fell on the snowflakes, which also lost their original coldness.
Looking at this scene, Ye Chen always had a faint smile on his lips.
At some point, the girl dancing the sword suddenly stopped.
Turning around, he saw a rather delicate face, which still had its childish look.
However, there is a trace of innocence in the childishness that does not belong to a child. This is just a child in his teens.
Looking at the clouds in the sky, a smile appeared on his pale face, and An Jing sighed slightly: "Another day!"
Jingjing was just an ordinary girl. In the past, she was no different from ordinary girls. At home, she was loved by her parents and often cared for by her senior brothers. However, everything began to change.
During the Battle of the Sword God, her parents died in the battle, which was undoubtedly a natural disaster for her.
For a ten-year-old child, losing his parents overnight is like the world being destroyed. Perhaps because of this, the childish Anjing grew up overnight.
Dragging the long sword, this long sword is so heavy and heavy for a little girl.
Before he had taken a few steps, a look of surprise appeared on An Jing's face!