The voice fell, and ye Chen thought of the beauty of cutting the sky nine swords in his heart. A sword rolled the void, and the aura vibrated, turning into thousands of snowflakes.

The thousands of snowflakes, with the sword gas of Sen Han, are overwhelming towards the life and death.

Seeing this, Sheng Jue Tian was also energetic, and used the same sword technique as ye Chen.

The two shouted at the same time:

"Sword one, thousands of miles of snow!"

Two long swords cut the air and blew up thousands of miles of flying snow. The flying snow fell on the crystal wall of the epic world. Once illuminated by the sun, it turned into a rainbow, like a dream.

Two terrible winds and snow collided madly. Sheng Jue Tian had just recovered the cultivation of the emperor of heaven. At this time, he fought to the height of his strength. The sky and the earth were full of Blizzard and wind, and thousands of miles of frost rolled.

Ye Chen felt the strength of Sheng Jue Tian's momentum, and his face did not change. The sword momentum suddenly changed, and he shouted:

"Sword two, listen to the thunder in the winter rain!"

This time, ye Chen directly used the nine swords to cut the sky