"I lost!" A smile emerged from the corner of Jian Xue's mouth, and at the same time a change occurred in Jian Xue. ("", watch the latest update of this book)
The broken swords gathered together in vain, forming an iron sword full of cracks again.
Holding the iron sword, an inexplicable trend surged out of Jian Xue's body. This trend was extremely terrifying. Faced with this trend, Qing Jue and others felt a wave of heart palpitations.
Whoosh! Countless sword shadows emerged in vain in the void, the swords were shaped like leaves.
Jian Xue stood quietly in the shadow of the sword, and the momentum coming from her body became stronger and stronger, until she finally broke through the second level of Lingwu.
"Evolution magical power, third level of spiritual martial arts!" Fire Qilin whispered.
Jian Yu and others all looked at this scene in shock. This trend made them, who were at the second level of Lingwu, feel afraid.
"Senior brother has made a breakthrough!" Jian Yu knew that his senior brother had reached a bottleneck a long time ago, and today's battle was an opportunity for a breakthrough.
Everything was so natural. Jian Xue opened her eyes and put away the iron sword! Jian Xue raised her right hand and then dropped it suddenly. The iron sword turned into a stream of light and fell towards the back peak of Wan Yu Peak until it was stuck on the rock.
"Jian Yu, do you still remember that rule?" Jian Xue whispered, his whole person even more indifferent, like an unsheathed sword.
Hearing this, Jian Yu's expression changed slightly and he whispered: "Senior brother!"
"I set the rules back then, so I have to abide by them!" Jian Xue chuckled, turned around, and amid everyone's astonished eyes, Jian Xue saluted Ye Chen and said respectfully: "I have met the master!"
"Master?" Ye Chen raised his eyebrows and looked at Jian Yu, waiting for his explanation.
Catching Ye Chen's gaze, Jian Yu smiled helplessly and said, "Senior brother made a stipulation when he challenged the senior swordsmen. Whoever defeats him will be a sword slave for twenty years!"
"Twenty years as a sword slave?" The so-called sword slave is just the lowest slave. Seeing Jian Xue's expression, Ye Chen smiled faintly and said, "I don't need a sword slave!"
Hearing this, Jianxue's expression remained unchanged and she said calmly: "This is my swordsmanship!"
After saying that, Jian Xue took a few steps forward, walked to Ye Chen, and said calmly: "Twenty years as a sword slave. From this moment on, there is no Jian Xue in the Martial God Continent, only a sword slave."
Jian Xue's eyes were firm, and Ye Chen knew that even if he objected, he would not change his mind.\\First published by 9vk.com\\
Ye Chen felt a little bit amused when he got a sword slave of the third level of Lingwu out of thin air.
"It's up to you!" Lowering his head, Ye Chen looked at the two figures standing in the wind below. Ye Chen suddenly said: "If you can, go back to Ye's house and don't stay in the Moon Temple!"
After saying this, Ye Chen turned around and walked towards Wu Jian Peak. Jian Xue followed Ye Chen closely, like Ye Chen's shadow.
"Go back to the Ye family?" Ye Muwan murmured softly. She wanted to go back to the Ye family all the time, but not at this time. She didn't want to return to the Ye family and become a burden.
Ye Muwan couldn't help but see Long Ye's expectant eyes, and she couldn't live up to her master's hope.
At Wujian Peak, snowflakes were falling down from the sky like running water. When Ye Chen stepped over Wujian Peak, the figures of Qing Jue and others also appeared one after another.
"How long until Zongbi Day?" Ye Chen asked in a low voice, his voice falling into the wind and snow.
"There's still a month left, but with our speed, we can reach Zongbi in just a few days!" Qing Jue said.
"Then, let's go to the next target!" Ye Chen said softly, feeling the surging energy in his body.
"In one month, I will understand the four rules, the rules of wind, the rules of ice, the rules of fire, and the rules of thunder!" Ye Chen said to himself.
The road to cultivation is long and arduous. Ye Chen knew that after he became the master of the Sword God Sect, he would be targeted by the three major halls.
Although the strength of the Lingwu realm is good, they still have no strength to resist against the martial arts realm. The figures of Ye Chen and others gradually blurred and disappeared into the wind and snow.
The fake Lingwu realm challenged the second-level Lingwu warriors. Now that Ye Chen was already at the second-level Lingwu level, the second-level Lingwu warriors could no longer satisfy him. His goal was the third-level Lingwu warrior.
Time is extremely important to Ye Chen. No matter when, Ye Chen never wastes a little time.
Three days later, Ye Chen challenged the Snow Sword Sect to ten Lingwu realm warriors, four Lingwu second-level warriors, and the rest were all Lingwu first-level warriors. He won every ten battles.
Five days later, Ye Chen challenged thirteen Lingwu realm warriors from Lei Gang Sect, including six Lingwu second-level warriors, three of whom were at the peak of Lingwu second-level, and the rest were Lingwu first-level warriors. Thirteen wins in thirteen battles.
Challenges have no limits, Ye Chen is still challenging everywhere crazily, and through these actual battles, Ye Chen has also deepened his understanding of the rules.
In addition, Qing Jue and others were teaching their experiences, and Ye Chen's strength was growing every day.
Along the way, Jian Xue also learned Ye Chen's true identity. Although he still had an indifferent expression on his face, his heart could not be calm for a long time.
"Fifth Generation Moon God!" Jian Xue whispered, a very strong person! And the changes in Ye Chen in the past few days made Jian Xue even more frightened, especially the use of rules.
In Luoxia City, even though it was late at night, the moonlight fell on the white snow, reflecting a faint silver light.
The vast white snow dyed Luoxia City white. In the middle of the night, the lights were beating in the cold wind. Luoxia City was undoubtedly peaceful late at night.
The majestic palace spreads out, like a coiled dragon. This is where the power of the Huangfeng Kingdom is concentrated, and it is also the palace where the royal Ye family currently resides.
However, among this continuous palace, there are still several dilapidated courtyards.
It is said to be dilapidated simply because this courtyard is in sharp contrast to the surrounding palaces.
In the dilapidated courtyard, white snow was flying, and a flying figure waved a sword in his hand under the moonlight, and the cold sword light spread like moonlight.
In front of the dancing figures, there are two lonely graves, the snowflakes turning the dark tombstones white.
His eyes were still empty, the sword in Mu Chen's hand was flying, but his gaze remained motionless, always falling on the lonely grave.
Ever since Mu Ye left, Mu Chen has never closed his eyes. He has always been like this, drawing out and sheathing his sword, and has been repeating this action for several years without realizing it.
The snowflakes fell lightly and landed on the tip of the sword. A sad mood spread in the courtyard, and this sadness infected the flying snowflakes.
When the patrolling guards who came from afar passed hundreds of meters away from the courtyard, they all stopped involuntarily and looked at the courtyard with lonely expressions. Whenever this happened, they felt sad for no reason.
The melodious sound of the piano sounded in vain. In this peaceful night, the sound of the piano dissipated a lot of chill.
The sound of the piano danced despite the shadow of the sword. Mu Chen rarely raised his head and looked at the beating figures and the beautiful silhouette in the room. A little clarity rarely appeared in his empty eyes, and he murmured softly: "Xiao Meng'er is not asleep yet."
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After saying that, Mu Chen's eyes became empty again, the shadow of the sword flew, and invisible waves spread out in vain, hitting the surrounding snowflakes.
The snowflakes danced and turned into blooming lilacs. In just a moment, the deserted courtyard was filled with white lilacs.
As he gently knocked on the tombstone, an extremely sad force spread throughout the courtyard, and even the sword in Mu Chen's hand made a clear mournful sound.
Lovers have no self! The flying lilacs fell down, and the surrounding space shattered in vain. This terrifying space turbulence turned into blooming lilacs.
Among the palaces, there is a palace that is more than 500 meters high, reaching into the sky, like a sharp sword reaching into the sky.
There was a figure standing at the top, Ye Wen, sitting coiled at the top. The wind and snow dyed his whole body white. After Ye Chen left, Ye Wen sat here, guarding Luoxia City and never moved.
At this moment, Ye Wen raised his head, his eyes broke through the wind and snow, and landed in the dilapidated courtyard. Looking at the strange scene, he sighed slightly: "The ultimate of Weiqing, the ultimate of swordsmanship, the rules of Weiqing, Weiqing
magical power!"
"Who could have imagined that there would be such a genius hidden in our Ye family, who has reached the third level of soul martial arts in just a few months!"
"To reach the ultimate emotional state of mind, those who only love have no self!" Ye Wen thought of the series of sword tribulations dozens of days ago.
Suddenly, Mu Chen stopped in the courtyard and jumped into the void silently, his eyes still looking blankly at the magnificent city wall of Luoxia City.
Holding the sword, Mu Chen took a few steps forward unhurriedly, jumped to the outside of the city gate, and stood in the air.
There, three figures emerged, and their auras completely blended into this world, the Spiritual Martial Realm!
"It's snowing!" Mu Chen murmured softly, stabbing out a sword lightly, blending into Weiqing's sword. He drew out and sheathed the sword, without even the sword's light appearing.
Snowflakes fluttered across the necks of the three people, and three pillars of blood poured out crazily.
Turning around, Mu Chen's figure disappeared and reappeared in the courtyard.
At the same time, three more corpses appeared outside the city gate. No one would have thought that these three corpses would kill Lingwu realm warriors!
"Thank you for having him!" Ye Wen sighed slightly in the void. After Ye Chen left, the sects of other empires had gradually gathered their ideas in Huangfeng Kingdom.
Control the Ye family, control the Huangfeng Kingdom, and replace the Sword God Sect! Ye Wen sighed again, dozens of Lingwu Realm warriors have been buried under the wind and snow...