Chapter nine hundred and eighty sixth generation barren
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[Volume 2: Family Affairs] Chapter 986: A Generation of Wasteland (First update)
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Chapter 986: A Generation of Desolation (First Update)
Chapter 986: A Generation of Desolation (First Update)
Four pieces of Moon Goddess Jade appeared beside Ye Chen, and four completely different sword intents condensed out.
Four sword shadows emerged in different directions. Ye Chen raised his sword finger, and the four sword shadows rotated and merged into the world.
Ye Chen took a step forward, and spatial ripples appeared on the soles of his feet.
Kacha! In the gray void, a dazzling thunder tore through the blood mist, swept across the sky, and illuminated the world.
The blood-red moon hung in the sky, the cold wind blew by, and dark clouds covered up the beautiful moonlight.
An oppressive aura spread in the air, and Ye Chen knew that it was going to rain. With a click, another thunder flashed across the sky, and then raindrops fell like thousands of horses galloping.
Wow! The rainwater fell and fell into the blood mist, turning into blood and dripping.
Ye Chen stood like this in the rain, his eyes slowly closed, his sword pointed down, and the spiritual energy of the world around him spun crazily, forming a vortex, rushing towards the void around Ye Chen!
"Sword formation, start!" Ye Chen murmured softly. The artistic conception is the reflection of life. Ye Chen used the sword intention of a generation as a guide to create a dream of a generation.
"Immerse yourself in the dream you created!" Ye Chen whispered, the rain washed his face, and his wildly dancing long hair gradually fell down and clung to his body.
Life is like a dream, who can say clearly! Ye Chen's will gradually became blurred. Despite months of enlightenment, he completely understood the sword intention of a generation, and perhaps he also saw the life of a generation.
This is a desolate world, with yellow sand flying and a lone scorching sun hanging across the sky.
A young man pulled a skinny horse, wandering alone in the dusty world. Behind him was a long sword, a sword, a figure, a skinny horse, and a lonely sun.
The yellow sand was rolling, and every time the young man took a step, the rolling sand stopped rolling.
Neigh! The thin horse neighed, a little irritable, and paced back and forth with its four hooves, leaving a trail of hoofs on the soft hills.
The young man patted the horse's back gently, and the irritable thin horse calmed down in vain. The young man raised his head, looked at the rolling dust in front of him, and chuckled: "You are already here, why don't you show up!"
Whirring! Rustling! The wind swept across the sky and earth and made a whirring sound. The dust fell, and several figures emerged from the rolling dust. These people all exuded a powerful aura.
The most terrifying thing is that these people are filled with the pungent smell of blood, and they are obviously desperadoes.
"You are the sword holder!" a middle-aged man said hoarsely, his eyes fixed on the long sword behind the young man.
There is no sword in this world, but recently, a young man appeared on the mainland, holding a strange weapon called a sword.
"Yes!" The young man responded calmly, "What do you guys want?"
"I heard that you once made a bold statement that the sword is the most powerful weapon!" The middle-aged man held a long spear in his hand, a blood-red spear. "Today, we are here to see this so-called sword!"
"Do you really want to see me?" The young man narrowed his eyes slightly and stopped at the rolling dust. There was no strong aura on his body, just like a frail scholar.
"I want to see you!" the middle-aged man said firmly. This is a world where hundreds of soldiers compete for hegemony. Spears and sticks are prevalent. Can a mere so-called sword be called the leader of a hundred soldiers?
"Okay!" The young man nodded with a smile. He put his hand on the hilt of the sword behind his back, raised the sword, and a bright sword light emerged. In an instant, the sword light dissipated.
Under the afterglow, a three-foot green peak was held in the young man's hand, and drops of blood-red liquid were dripping from the sword that was oozing with cold light.
Bang bang! Dozens of corpses fell down, and the blood stained the yellow sand on the ground! The young man put away his sword, "If you see it, you will die!"
"Because swords are used to kill people!" The young man took out a white handkerchief, wiped off the blood on the sword, and gently patted the thin horse. The thin horse stepped across the red-stained yellow sand and disappeared into the west.
In the afterglow of the setting sun.
Holding the sword and passing through the rolling yellow sand desert, the young man came to an isolated mountain with the sword. This isolated mountain was covered with weeds.
There was a figure standing on the solitary mountain, an old man with a hunting coat. The old man turned around and looked down at the young man coming on horseback, and said lightly: "Are you the one who challenges me?"
"Yes!" The young man nodded with a smile, looking calmly at the old man standing on the steep mountain.
"Why challenge me!" the old man said lightly. He has been famous in the Martial God Continent for decades. Every year, countless young talents come to challenge, but before every challenge, he asks this question. Some people do it for fame, and some people do it for it.
profit.
"Because of loneliness!" the young man said with a smile. The autumn wind rustled, and the withered yellow weeds flew up and fell on the young man. The young man raised his hand and grabbed the falling grass roots: "It is also very lonely!"
The young man gently held the hilt of the sword, with a trace of loneliness in his eyes. He had seen many warriors along the way, but few of them were worthy of his sword. Those who were worthy of his sword were all turned into corpses.
A cold corpse.
"Because of loneliness!" There was a trace of surprise in the old man's eyes. How could they not be lonely even though they have made it this far.
Warriors are always accompanied by loneliness, and they will become more and more lonely in the end. The only thing that remains unchanged is this world. The old man chuckled lightly, took a step forward, and shot towards the young man: "Old man
Accept your challenge!"
Whoosh! A flash of sword suddenly appeared. The young man held the sword and stabbed out with one sword. It was such a simple sword! The sword rose, a bloody light suddenly appeared, and the old man's body fell weakly on the pile of withered grass.
Kill with one sword! The young man sheathed his sword, dismounted, and walked towards the lonely peak with his sword in hand. Since he held the sword, he has never been defeated, and no one can catch his sword, not even the so-called strong men.
Standing on the solitary peak, the young man stood among the haystacks, holding a sword in one hand and a wine bottle in the other, drinking and dancing with his sword.
The drunken sword dance lasted for several years. Over the past few years, countless strong men came here to challenge the young man, but still no one could take the young man's extremely simple sword.
For each warrior, the sword produced by the youth is different. A simple sword skill has evolved into thousands of sword skills. In just ten years, this era of hundreds of soldiers competing for hegemony suddenly ended, and the era of swordsmen came.
A famous swordsman emerged on the Martial God Continent, and with just one sword, he changed the entire continent.
Famous swordsmen gathered around the lonely mountain one after another, looking passionately at the figure standing on the lonely mountain dancing a sword. The mysterious sword skills made many swordsmen intoxicated.
"I've met Master!" A young man came with a sword, kneeling on the ground, looking respectfully at the sword-dancing figure.
"I've met the master!" Many swordsmen also kneeled on the ground and said respectfully. However, the young man still did not stop. He was drinking and dancing with his sword.
For three years, there have been tens of thousands of swordsmen around Gufeng. For these swordsmen, the young man does not mind at all if his sword skills are learned by others, or he is even willing to let others learn them.
Although the young man never admitted that these swordsmen were his disciples, all the swordsmen present regarded the young man as their master in their hearts.
In the fourth year, the Martial God Continent encountered the greatest disaster in history. Alien nebulae and people from the Tiangang Continent suddenly began to invade the Martial God Continent and massacred the humans on the Martial God Continent.
Scenes of brutal and inhumane massacres were staged on the Martial God Continent, and warriors from the Martial God Continent also flocked there to fight against foreign enemies for the first time.
However, the warriors on the Martial God Continent could not withstand the offensive of foreign enemies, and the situation became more and more tragic. The people of the entire Martial God Continent were in dire straits, and there was a sea of blood everywhere.
The warriors who were lucky enough to survive rushed to Gufeng one after another and asked the young man for help. The young man did not hesitate. He came out with a sword, dressed in green clothes and holding a three-foot green peak.
It was this man who saved the entire continent with one sword. Facing those cruel foreign enemies, the young man still killed them with one sword. Thousands of sword skills evolved in his hands. Behind him were hundreds of thousands of swordsmen.
Hundreds of thousands of people witnessed this scene.
In just three months, all the foreign enemies who invaded the entire Martial God Continent were killed by the young man's sword! The turbulent continent once again returned to its previous peace, but the only difference is that everyone knows that there is a sword and the existence of a person in the Martial God Continent.
That person’s surname is Yue, the name of God! Moon God! After solving the last foreign enemy, the young man did not return to the lonely peak, but came to a mountain range with undulating peaks. On top of this mountain range, he established a sect, the Sword God Sect.
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Hundreds of thousands of swordsmen gathered at the Sword God Gate, calling the young man their master! Warriors from the entire continent also rushed to the Sword God Mountain Range and worshiped at the Sword God Gate. At this point, the Martial God Continent ushered in a new era, the Moon God Era.
The situation of the entire continent is in the hands of the Sword God Sect, but the young man is standing on the top of the peak called the Sword God Peak, dancing with his sword, and simple and complex sword skills emerge in his hands as before.
Tens of thousands of Sword God disciples stood on the peak, and the surrounding peaks stared motionlessly at the figure dancing the sword.
A teacher teaches you and solves your doubts! The young man is the master of swordsmanship and the master of swordsmanship. He has no reservations about the swordsmanship he has learned and practices it over and over again.
But every day, the young man would wield an extremely simple sword style. This sword style was very simple, at least most of the people present knew this sword skill.
Whenever this happens, the young man will look blankly at the sword in his hand and whisper: "Who am I?"
A sword stabbed out lightly, but the simple sword style evolved into thousands of sword skills. The young man's eyes became more and more confused: "The more seemingly simple things are, the less simple they are. This sword seems simple, but people who can understand
But there are very few. It can be seen that simplicity is knowledge, and simplicity is the order of mystery. It also protects mystery!" The young man's words echoed in the mountain peaks. His figure stopped in vain, the sword in his hand hung down, and he grabbed the wine bottle.
, the young man took a long drink, raised his head, and looked up at the blue void. The confusion in his eyes receded like the tide, replaced by determination, "I am not the moon god of the first generation, I am the fifth generation, the head of the Ye family, the blood prison emperor.
!I am Ye Chen!"
At this moment, the young man smiled, and the surrounding scenes shattered...
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