Eight hundred and fifty first chapter a person's stage (2)
Chapter 851: One person’s stage (2)
The sound of killing filled the ground, and the hot blood melted the snow on the ground.
Brilliant sword lights were flying, blood was everywhere, and corpses fell in pieces.
The pungent smell of blood blended into the air, and the world seemed to be dyed red because of the radiating blood.
Wulin sat on the tall dragon horse, taking in everything around him. The smile on his lips froze in vain, and his eyes were fixed on the distance.
There was a white dress there, as white as flying snow, which was incompatible with the splattering blood all around.
However, after this white-clothed figure appeared, the whole world seemed to be quiet. The white-clothed figure held a sword and walked quietly towards the Wulin.
His steps were very light, as if he was afraid that his heavy steps would disturb the killing around him.
The cries of ghosts and howls of wolves gathered together and soared into the sky, and Wulin's expression that had remained unchanged for many years showed a slight change.
The white-clothed figure in front of him was thin, but from the perspective of martial arts who had experienced countless bloody battles, the white-clothed figure was no less than a thousand troops.
Silence is better than sound. The seemingly gentle footsteps are as loud as the galloping horses.
Moreover, Wulin smelled a pungent smell of blood on that figure in country clothes, and the shocking sound of killing seemed to temporarily dissipate with the appearance of this figure.
His killing intent had covered up the killing intent on the entire battlefield. Wulin held the long sword in his hand and whispered: "Who are you?"
As Wulin said these words, the white-clothed figure moved in vain, and a sword came from the west. The bright sword light eclipsed the sky and the earth.
"What a fast sword!" Wulin held the huge bloody sword behind him, and the scarlet sword light also shot out. This sword was originally sharp, but because it was stained with blood all year round, it turned into a blood-colored sword.
Whoosh! Wherever the giant sword passed, the sharp sound of breaking wind resounded endlessly.
Bang bang! The two sword lights met, and the sword light cast by the white-clothed figure suddenly shattered and was vulnerable to a single blow. The contrast before and after made Wulin a little unexpected.
Previously, this person gave me the impression that he was very strong, but it only took one sword strike to break this person's sword style.
At this moment, Wulin still didn't notice that several soldiers were looking behind him in horror.
Behind him, a white figure stepped forward and waved a sword with cold light in his hand, light and soundless.
It passed across Wulin's neck silently, and blood spurted out. Wulin's eyes disappeared in vain, and the white-clothed figure in front of him turned into a gust of breeze and dispersed.
Wulin suddenly stopped his horse, fell to the ground and died, his eyes were still confused until he died. He still didn't know that someone suddenly drew a sword after he did it.
A white figure stood on top of the dragon and horse. For a moment, the sounds of killing around him disappeared. Both the imperial soldiers and the enemy soldiers looked at the snow-like figure in horror.
The snow scratched the skin, and waves of chill came over me, but the figure in white was even colder than the snow.
The sword hung down gently, and blood dripped down to the tip of the sword. Ye Chen's eyes never changed when he glanced at the corpse below.
"Control the rules and evolve arsenic power. Although it is just an afterimage, it is one step closer to magical power!" Ye Chen murmured softly.
The previous figure was just an afterimage. The afterimage using the rules of wind and the rules of ice produced spatial mapping, like a mirror. What Wulin saw was only Ye Chen behind him, not the afterimage in front of him.
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The pungent smell of blood filled the air, and Ye Chen's killing intent became colder and colder.
The huge cloud eagle appeared again, its huge wings generated a cold wind. The surrounding soldiers dispersed, and the cloud eagle once again devoured Wulin's corpse.
Ye Chen tapped his right foot lightly, and his figure jumped up into the sky in vain, landing on the giant eagle.
One person and one eagle gradually disappeared in the sky. In just a blink of an eye, the martial arts world on the second level of Lingwu fell.
The sword light was flying, and the moment the white clothes were flying, it meant the death of a spiritual martial artist.
In just a few days, dozens of Spiritual Martial Realm warriors died within a radius of tens of thousands of miles, which undoubtedly aroused the fear of many warriors.
When did the Killing Alliance produce six such ruthless characters? Cloud Eagle is the symbol of the Killing Alliance. Therefore, the cause of death of these Spiritual Martial Realm warriors cannot be guessed.
High in the sky, Yun Ying was flying, sitting on Yun Ying's back. Ye Chen closed his eyes and practiced quietly.
The Qilin Sword fell next to Ye Chen. The murderous intent contained in the Qilin Sword was even more terrifying than a few days ago. In just a few days, the Qilin Sword had drunk the blood of many Lingwu Realm warriors.
Among them, some of those people are heads of aristocratic families, some are heads of sects, some are kings of empires, generals, and casual swordsmen, with different identities.
These people are all cruel and ruthless people, with countless creatures on their hands, and the murderous intention in their bodies is far beyond that of ordinary Spiritual Martial Realm warriors.
However, after killing these people, the murderous intent of these people seemed to be transferred to Ye Chen. Ye Chen's murderous intent became stronger and stronger. The murderous intent alone was enough to compare with the sword intent of an ordinary person at the peak of his evolution.
But only the disciples from the three major halls were missing. In Ye Chen's subconscious, these three major halls stood opposite to him, so he was interested in meeting the disciples from the three major halls.
Ye Chen opened his eyes and pointed a finger. His murderous aura condensed on his fingertips, and a sword shadow loomed, but finally disappeared.
"It's still not enough!" Ye Chen sighed slightly. There were only a dozen or so Spiritual Martial Realm warriors, which was far from enough.
A ray of light emerged from Ye Chen's right hand, and then, a dark jade stone appeared.
At this moment, a faint white light filled the jade, and the white light gradually transformed into three big characters: Li Hu, Moon Temple.
This jade is the object of the Killing Alliance, and the structure of this jade is extremely mysterious. Its purpose is to locate and track, and the Killing Alliance uses this jade to issue orders to Yunying.
The cloud eagle flapped its wings and flew high, and its high-pitched roar resounded. Ye Chen knew that the cloud eagle was flying towards where Li Hu was in the Moon Temple.
And Li Hu's location should be within a few hundred miles, not far away.
"Disciple of the Three Great Halls", Ye Chen raised the corner of his mouth, and a smile emerged. This smile was very cold.
Cloud Eagle gradually disappeared into the sky, a flash of sword light flashed across the sky, and murderous intent condensed on Ye Chen.
Li Hu is a disciple of the Moon Temple. Compared with Ning Ning and others, Li Hu is also stronger. He is a disciple of the true disciple and is in the realm of spiritual martial arts.
With a strong body, Li Hu looks like a fierce tiger, and with a rough face, Li Hu exudes an invisible energy all the time.
At this moment, several figures were standing in front of Li Hu, and they were clearly Ye Muwan and others.
Dozens of disciples of the Moon Arsenic Palace gathered together. Except for Li Hu, who was a true disciple, most of them were elite disciples.
Li Hu, who was walking at the front, stopped in vain, turned around and looked at Ye Muwan and others behind him, and said in a deep voice: "Let's rest here for a while!"
These Moon Temple disciples all came out to deliver sword orders. They were running all the way. They were extremely exhausted physically and mentally. When they heard Li Hu's words, they sat down directly on the snow.
Looking around, Li Hu's eyes finally fell on Ning Ning and Ye Muwan.
Two beautiful figures stood in the wind and snow, and the flying snowflakes covered their faces, but they could not hide their unearthly temperament.
Standing in the snow, Ye Muwan and Ning Ning looked even more like mortal fairies.
With a smile on his lips, Li Hu strode towards the two of them. Before anyone could say anything, his voice came first: "Junior sister Mu Wan, junior sister Ning Ning!"
Ye Muwan raised her clear eyes slightly and looked at Li Hu who was walking out of the snow. She didn't say anything, but Ning Ning spoke first: "Senior brother Li Hu, what's the matter?"
There was a simple and honest smile on Jou Kui's face. Li Hu chuckled and said, "Two junior sisters, this matter of sending the sword order went smoothly!"
"Thank you, Senior Brother Li Hu, for your concern. This trip went well. Could it be that Senior Brother Li Hu just came to ask about this matter?" Ning Ningruo looked at Li Hu thoughtfully, with a smile on her lips.
Hearing this, Li Hu looked embarrassed, laughed awkwardly several times, and then asked some boring things.
How could Ning Ning not know Li Hu's purpose? This guy obviously came here for Sister Mu Wan.
However, Li Hu and Ye Muwan have a closer relationship than other Moon Temple disciples. Li Hu's master is Ye Muwan's current master, Long Ye.
Ning Ning looked helplessly at An Ye behind her, "Poor Senior Brother An Ye, we have another enemy!"
Seeing Li Hu deliberately approaching Ye Muwan, An Ye sighed slightly and stared at Li Hu with a rather unkind look. Li Hu ignored An Ye's gaze.
The gap between true disciples and elite disciples is like the difference between heaven and earth... (To be continued