With a sense of coercion, Lieya felt a long-lost aura from the young man in the fake spiritual martial realm in front of him.
That was the breath of death. After massacring the entire Lie Sun City, Ye Chen's murderous intent did not restrain himself, but instead spread unscrupulously.
This killing intent not only made Lieya feel depressed, Qingjue and the others also felt depressed.
Is this the murderous intention after killing tens of thousands of people? The terrifying murderous intention is enough to destroy a person's mind. The afterglow of the evening moon and Ye Chen's figure gradually merged together.
A white dress is better than blood, especially the Qilin sword. The blood drops on the tip of the sword drip down and bloom in the afterglow.
Looking at each other in the air, Lieya not only felt the killing intent in Ye Chen, but also the fighting intent.
"Are you willing to fight? Even if we die today, the people of Lie Sun Sect cannot die in vain like this!" Lie Ya whispered, the long sword in his hand inserted directly into the wind and snow.
The snow is falling harder and harder, the cold wind is getting colder and stronger, and people are getting quieter and quieter. The whole world is quiet except for the whistling sound.
At this moment, several wailing sounds sounded in vain in the distant horizon, and several lone hawks feebly crossed the sky, their voices extremely desolate.
And this miserable sound broke the long-lost peace, and Ye Chen's fighting spirit became stronger and stronger, reaching its peak.
"Perhaps you would come to my door even if there was no such thing as lust!" Lieya said lightly. Ye Chen's fighting spirit also stirred the fighting spirit in Lieya's heart.
With this long-lost aura, Lieya remembered that when he was in the Soul Martial Realm and challenged the fake Spirit Martial Realm, he had such fighting spirit at that time.
"I have dedicated my life to the Lie Sun Sect, but I have neglected you!" Lie Ya murmured softly, his sharp eyes becoming softer in vain, and he gently stroked the sword with his right hand: "Old man, it's been a long time!"
"I joined the Lie Sun Sect at the age of ten, and with one sword I am proud of all the younger disciples of the Lie Sun Sect!"
"I entered the Qi Martial Arts at the age of fifteen, the Soul Martial Arts at the age of 20, and the Spirit Martial Arts at the age of 36. I killed countless powerful men of my generation with just one sword!"
"But now, I am seventy years old, but I have stopped at the second level of Lingwu. I have also forgotten the heart that a swordsman should have, the heart of the sword!"
"But at this moment, I still found the heart of the sword. I am a swordsman!" Lieya's whole body momentum surged. Compared with before, Lieya at this moment is just an unsheathed sword, and no one can resist it.
Live with this sharp sword energy.
"He is stronger than before!" Qing Jue said solemnly: "He is no longer the leader of the Lie Sun Sect, but a swordsman. Such Lie Fang is terrifying!"
"If you want to fight, then fight, a life-or-death battle!" Lieya looked up to the sky and laughed wildly. The long-lost pride, the long-lost fighting spirit, everything was long-lost.
In the wind and snow, the long sword made a melodious sword roar. The sword roar broke through the clouds in the sky, and the setting sun jumped out like a child. The afterglow of the setting sun fell on Lieya, who held the sword in the wind and snow.
With the long sword, in an instant, the floating snowflakes melted away silently.
At the same time, Lieya's figure turned into a stream of light and blended into the warm afterglow.
Wherever the afterglow shrouded the place, there was a phantom floating in the air. No one could recognize it clearly. At that time, the phantom was still real.
"Using the power of rules, this is the rule of fire?" Ye Chen chuckled, with a hint of solemnity in the corners of his eyes.
Ye Chen also took a step forward, and his figure disappeared silently. He had only scratched the surface of the rules, but this alone was enough to maximize the use of Transforming Wind Art.
How can a body art that can be integrated into the rules be an ordinary body art? Ye Chen felt more and more that the person who created the Wind Transformation Art was definitely an ordinary person, at least above the second level of Lingwu, or even the martial arts realm.
There was Ye Chen's figure in the wind, and Lieya's figure in the afterglow. The afterglow fell in the wind, and a burst of metal clashing sounds followed.
Although his understanding of the rules is not as good as Lieya's, Ye Chen will not be defeated immediately due to his concentration of sword intent.
On the contrary, the eternity of life and death erupted from time to time. This strange magical power made Lieya feel helpless. The space shattered, and the space turbulence surged like a torrent. Unfortunately, the space turbulence could not swallow up the afterglow, nor could it drown the cold wind.
The extremely bright sword light flashed past, and Qing Jue and others were silent. At this moment, they were not sure who would win and who would lose.
The snowflakes were flying again, and the roaring cold wind picked up the snowflakes and fell on the afterglow. At the same time, another dull sound sounded, and two figures emerged from the void.
The white clothes were still as white as snow, but there was a plum blossom-shaped blood-red mark on the chest. Ye Chen held the sword and still looked at the figure in front of him coldly.
Lieya's long hair fell messily on his shoulders. The right hand holding the sword trembled slightly, and its bright red liquid dripped down the fingertips and fell on the sword.
The two of them fired countless swords, but neither of them could do anything to the other! The cold air filled the air and froze the snowflakes. Ye Chen caught a glimpse of the scarlet red on his chest and smiled faintly: "A very tricky sword move, and every move is unexpected!"
Hiss! A cluster of flames shot out in vain on the Qilin Sword, the flame of samsara. When the flame of samsara appeared, the surrounding snowflakes immediately turned into water vapor and dispersed. However, as soon as they dispersed, they turned into snowflakes again.
"The ultimate killing intent, the ultimate sword intent, and one more extreme, then it is the ultimate in the Reincarnation Art!" Ye Chen took a step forward, his body blending into the cold wind.
No, Ye Chen's figure even blended into the surrounding snowflakes. In the afterglow of the evening moon, Ye Chen's figure was everywhere in the void, and thousands of brilliant sword lights emerged.
"The only thing I was forced to do was that sword, the sword that blended into life!" Lieya also smiled at this moment, and took several steps in succession. With each step he took, his aura became stronger, heading towards the void.
Thousands of sword lights merged into one, and Ye Chen's figure emerged. It was still a one-sword allure, but it had an added change.
This sword determines victory or defeat! In an instant, the world was eclipsed in front of these two sword lights. The two extremely bright sword lights turned into nothingness. Blood flowers were flying in the snow. At the same time, the two figures were like kites with broken strings.
Like one after another, they fell towards the ground one after another and landed in the snowdrifts.
This sword was too fast, so fast that people could not catch its trajectory! Looking at the two figures covered by the snow, Qing Jue and others were silent. They did not know whether the Fifth Generation had won.
"Sect Master!" "Fifth Generation!" shouted loudly, the air vibrated in vain, knocking off the snow on the treetops.
Suddenly, one of the figures climbed out of the snowdrift with great reluctance, its figure was shaky, and it turned out to be Lieya.
If Lieya survived, wouldn't that mean Ye Chen died? For a moment, Qing Jue and others' expressions changed drastically, and they rushed towards another figure.
His face was pale, with no trace of life in his eyes. Lieya coughed several times, looked at another pile of snow, and sighed softly: "With one sword, both of you will fall!"
After saying this, the last trace of vitality left in Lieya's body also dissipated, and his body fell down weakly, and the slush stirred up once again submerged it.
In another place, a figure stood up, dressed in white as snow, but with a plum blossom-shaped blood mark on his chest.
Seeing this figure, Qing Jue and the others stopped and secretly breathed a sigh of relief, Wu Dai was fine.
His face was also extremely pale. At this moment, Ye Chen relied on the support of the Qilin Sword to stand up. When he caught a glimpse of the corpse in the distance, Ye Chen sighed softly: "If I meet you in your prime, I will definitely be the one who falls to the ground!"
"It's a pity that this day's fighting has consumed too much of your energy!" Ye Chen knew that he was extremely lucky to win this battle, but it was also extremely dangerous.
"So, you are dead, but I am still alive!" After saying that, Ye Chen closed his eyes and stood up to practice. Endless spiritual energy from heaven and earth surged towards his body and poured into Baihui point.
Qing Jue and others stood aside to protect the Dharma. Night fell quietly, and the Burning Sun City, which became a dead city, became more terrifying and gloomy than before.
The sound of the roaring cold wind was like the roar of a ghost, and the whole world quietly fell silent. In the black screen, the white figure formed one with the snowflakes.
It wasn't until the stars appeared in the sky that Ye Chen woke up. Dragging the Qilin Sword, Ye Chen walked directly towards the center of Lieyang City, where there were piles of collapsed buildings.
And there is still a plaque hanging on a collapsed palace, with large Chinese characters of flying dragons and phoenixes carved on it: Palace of Sword Skills!
The Sword Skills Hall contains the martial arts skills collected by the Lie Sun Sect over thousands of years, including earth-level sword skills and Xuan-level sword skills.
Ye Chen's figure finally disappeared into the dark palace, followed closely by Qing Jue and others, who also disappeared inside...