The wind is still there, the snow is still there, and at the end of the mountain road, several figures emerge, led by a thin figure, dressed in white like snow, blending into the world...
Snowflakes were flying, and the figures were walking slowly on the mountain road. The snow was getting heavier and heavier.&*.
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Looking at that thin figure, Ye Muwan felt a trance and an inexplicable familiarity.
At the end of the mountain road, Ye Chen raised his head, looked at the Wan Yu Peak that reached straight into the sky, and said softly: "The Wan Yu Sword Sect is here!"
Clamping the snowflakes in his right hand, he flicked his fingers, and the snowflakes shot out, breaking through the sky. Ye Chen also had a sword intent coming out of his body.
For a moment, the sword intent soared into the sky, and dozens of sword intent surged in the sky above Wan Yu Peak, colliding with ripples. Wherever the ripples spread, the space was shattered in vain.
"Let's go!" Ye Chen suppressed the fighting spirit in his heart and took the lead to walk towards Wan Yu Peak, where he felt several powerful auras.
However, just after taking a few steps, Ye Chen's face changed slightly, and there was a trace of astonishment in his clear eyes: "Why is she here!"
Above Wan Yu Peak, Ye Chen also felt Ye Muwan's aura. In the fake soul martial realm, she had become much stronger than before.
Immediately, Ye Chen suppressed this doubt. At this moment, his attention was completely focused on the next battle.
The sword intent soars into the sky. Under the pressure of these sword intents, Ning Ning and others' faces turned pale. Such a powerful sword intent, this is the sword intent of the Spiritual Martial Realm.
The pretty figure suddenly trembled, Ye Muwan's whole body trembled, and there was a hint of disbelief in her beautiful eyes. She also felt his aura.
"It's him, Ye Chen, why did he come here? This is his sword intention!" Beiqi bit her lip tightly, Ye Muwan's eyes remained motionless, staring at the mountain road.
A familiar figure will appear there, it must be him. Sensing the change in Ye Muwan, Ning Ning whispered: "Sister Muwan, what's wrong?"
Hearing this, Ye Muwan shook his head first, and then whispered: "It's him! His breath, his sword intent, I didn't expect him to come here. ("", watch the latest update of this book)"
"Him?" Ning Ning was stunned. Ning Ning had rarely seen Ye Muwan look like this. The tenderness in his eyes was something she had never seen before.
An Ye always paid attention to Ye Muwan's expression. After hearing this, there was a hint of hostility in his eyes looking at Shandao. Who could make Muwan show such tenderness?
"That sword intent is very strong, and also very depressing!" Ning Ning whispered, glanced at An Ye's expression, and chuckled: "Senior Brother An Ye, maybe he is your love rival!"
Hearing this, An Ye's face became more solemn, and he held the hilt of the sword tightly with his right hand, and his sword was about to be unsheathed.
The whole world fell silent in vain, leaving only the sound of the wind. Several figures emerged in everyone's sight. The wind picked up the snowflakes, and the figures became clearer and clearer.
When a thin figure appeared, the world became more and more silent, especially the sharp contrast between the white clothes and the long flowing hair.
The snowflakes fell, and the young face was exposed to everyone's eyes. Seeing this figure, a smile appeared on the corner of Ye Muwan's mouth, a smile full of joy: "We haven't seen him for a long time, he has become more mature!"
Ning Ning's beautiful eyes froze, looking at this figure in disbelief, and said intermittently: "It's actually him, no wonder the sword intention feels familiar, it turns out to be his sword intention!"
"Compared to a few years ago, this guy is even more terrifying!" Ning Ning raised the corner of her mouth and smiled softly at Ye Muwan: "No wonder you are so excited, it turns out to be this guy!"
Saying this, Ning Ning's eyes showed a trace of solemnity. When facing this figure, she felt depressed, even her sword felt depressed.
"How strong is he now?" The image of Ye Chen killing the Star Peak Master is still imprinted in the depths of Ning Ning's mind. Now Ning Ning is already a Soul Martial Realm warrior, but when facing Ye Chen,
The feeling of depression became even stronger.
Sensing the gazes of Ye Muwan and Ning Ning, Ye Chen raised his head, glanced at them lightly and then withdrew his gaze, continuing to walk forward. His target was Jian Yu, the leader of the Wan Yu Sword Sect.
An Ye was always suppressing his sword. However, when Ye Chen looked at him earlier, he was suddenly startled and took a few steps back. He was forced back by the sword intent contained in his eyes.
On the sword, An Ye felt a sense of fear. An Ye knew that he had been defeated. He was defeated completely by the young man in front of him who had never met before.
Qing Jue and others followed closely behind Ye Chen. When they stepped onto the square, Qing Jue and others stopped and looked at the figure in front of them quietly, with anticipation in their eyes.
Two hundred and sixty-three battles without a single defeat, which made Qing Jue and others blindly worship him. Today, the Five Generations still will not fail.
Suppressing their own swords, Han Jian and the others' eyes remained motionless. They were waiting for the exciting battle that would follow.
Every time there was a fight, Han Jian and others were watching. Along the way, Han Jian realized something in this fight, the sword intention of the Five Dynasties.
These insights made Han Jian and others more concise in their sword intent. Now they have passed through the first sword intent tribulation and are already at the second level of soul martial arts.
Jian Yu opened his eyes for the first time, looked down at the young man walking in the snow, and chuckled, "You're here!"
Jian Yu's smile dispelled the chill around him, and he looked at Ye Chen as if he were seeing an old friend, greeting him cordially.
Hearing this, Ye Chen did not stop walking, but still walked forward, and also chuckled: "Long wait!"
Ye Chen's smile was also a very gentle one. The first time he saw Jian Yu, Ye Chen knew that Jian Yu was waiting for him, and had been waiting for a long time.
"If you come today, maybe I will go find you tomorrow, because I can't wait, and my sword can't wait too!" Jian Yu chuckled, holding the frozen wine glass, and the ice melted.
Picking up the wine glass, Jian Yu took a sip and said softly: "Jian Feng, take out the things!"
The old man who made the noise before stood up and made a sword salute to Ye Chen. At the same time, with a flick of his right hand, dozens of sword skills appeared on the wine table.
Seeing this, Ye Chen smiled lightly and said, "Do you need me to take out the things?"
The so-called thing naturally refers to the mountain of sword skills in Ye Chen's Qilin Ring. Hearing this, Jian Yu shook his head and chuckled: "No need, because you have that confidence!"
"However, I am equally confident in asking you to take out the things, because my sword can do it!" A terrifying aura emerged from Jian Yu in vain, and the aura stirred the clouds in the void, and the flying snowflakes became messy.
As soon as Jian Yu's momentum exploded, the momentum of several elders of Wan Yu Sword Sect also exploded. This momentum belonged to the spirit martial realm.
The auras gathered together to form a general momentum, which volleyed into the sky, and the figures of the disciples of the Wan Yu Sword Sect below also exploded with their own aura and merged into it.
Under this general trend, Ye Muwan and others looked extremely pale, and they stepped back several steps in succession, summoning their true energy to resist this general trend.
"What is Master Jianyu Sect doing? Why did Ye Chen come to Wanyu Sword Sect? Could it be that something happened to the family?" Thinking of this, Ye Muwan showed a hint of worry in his eyes.
With a casual smile, Ye Chen didn't say anything, and took another step forward. He was not afraid of this trend at all, and took nine steps in succession. With each step, Ye Chen burst out with a terrifying aura.
Under the pressure of twenty Lingwu realm warriors, Ye Chen was walking leisurely, let alone a few Lingwu realm warriors in front of him.
Two hundred and sixty-three battles without a single defeat, Ye Chen's aura became colder and colder. This aura was enough to frighten Jian Yu and others.
With one hand on his back, Ye Chen walked towards Jian Yu leisurely. He caught a glimpse of Ye Muwan's pale expression, and his expression moved slightly. He pointed his right fingers together into a sword, and pointed out with one finger. When the sword fingers fell, the trend was gone.
No existence.
"Well, you are worthy of being the one we have been waiting for!" Jian Yu chuckled and said to an old man standing at the end: "The sword is first-rate, I will leave the first battle to you!"
A first-class swordsman, an elder of the Wan Yu Sword Sect, a first-level martial artist in Lingwu, and his sword style is extremely tricky.
Hearing this, Jian Yiyi no longer suppressed the fighting spirit in his heart. He stood up and took a few steps forward. The sound of his steps was as loud as thunder. He held the sword and a sword roar resounded.
"Wan Yu Sword Sect, Jian Yi Yi Yi!" Jian Yi Yi Yi said in a slightly excited voice, his fighting spirit completely bursting out. Jian Yi Yi Yi Yi only lasted a moment, but his fighting spirit had reached its peak.
Seeing this, Ye Muwan and Ning Ning both looked at each other in shock. Is this Ye Chen coming to challenge the Wan Yu Sword Sect?