Chapter 6702 Yan Wuhen

The violent demonic power fluctuations spread in the hall, and then subsided. The demon clan warrior fell to the ground silently, and a trace of blood flowed from his body. The whole process happened so quickly, as if it was a ruthless punishment, which made the other demon clan warriors present feel a chill.

Yan Wuhen put away the sword in his hand and glanced around coldly. His actions undoubtedly conveyed a clear message to all those present.

No one can exceed his authority, otherwise they will face ruthless sanctions.

At this time, Chen Xuan crossed the snowfield, and he seemed particularly independent in the vast white snow. The earth was covered with white snow, and snowflakes flew around him, as if opening a passage for him alone.

The cold wind was howling, and Chen Xuan's figure seemed lonely and firm in the wind and snow. The snow under his feet was soft and elastic, and every step he took would leave deep footprints. This snowfield seemed to be a paradise, but it hid countless dangers.

The snow-capped mountains stand tall and majestic, covered with snow. There are some scattered stones and withered trees in the distance, which look quite desolate against the backdrop of the snow.

Chen Xuan walked along the snowfield, always alert and sensing the surrounding atmosphere. There are warriors in the distance, some walking alone, some walking in groups, wearing various costumes and holding various weapons, all looking for opportunities and magic weapons on this snowfield.

The breath of monsters floats in the cold wind. Hidden in the snowfield, snow wolves, snow foxes and other monsters are flexible and fierce, lurking silently under the snow, waiting for the arrival of prey.

Suddenly, there was a commotion on the snowfield, and a group of snow-white shadows swam in the wind and snow, attacking Chen Xuan swiftly. They were a group of snow wolves, their fur was as white as snowflakes, and their blue eyes revealed ferocity and cunningness.

Chen Xuan was alert and prepared to deal with the upcoming monster attack. The snow wolves approached quickly, and the howling echoed in the cold wind.

The first snow wolf jumped up, with fierce fangs, and attacked Chen Xuan's throat. Chen Xuan responded calmly, flashing his body, and his long sword flashed a cold light, defusing the snow wolf's attack.

However, the rest of the snow wolves had arrived and formed an encirclement. They quickly shuttled through the snow, trying to find Chen Xuan's flaws. Chen Xuan was fully focused and ready to fight at any time.

A snow wolf suddenly pounced from the side. Chen Xuan couldn't dodge in time and was scratched by the wolf's claws. He took advantage of the situation to retreat, holding the long sword tightly, and his eyes became more fierce.

The snow wolves seemed to feel Chen Xuan's strength and began to adopt a more cautious strategy. They dispersed and tried to surround Chen Xuan from multiple directions in an attempt to find a flaw.

Chen Xuan's whole body exuded a faint glow. He circulated his true qi and condensed a layer of light blue protective qi. The attacks of the snow wolves were like hitting a solid wall in front of this layer of qi, and it was difficult to cause substantial damage.

He waved his long sword, and the sword light was sharp, and he cut down a snow wolf. However, other snow wolves took the opportunity to launch a more fierce attack, causing Chen Xuan to fall into a fierce fight.

Facing the violent attack of the snow wolf, Chen Xuan had a determined look in his heart. He took a deep breath, and the snow under his feet glowed with a faint cold light as he breathed. The long sword in his hand began to change, and the surface of the sword was covered with a layer of light blue light, like ice and snow condensation.

The snow wolves launched an attack together, and the wolf claws and fangs came like snowflakes. Chen Xuan's swordsmanship suddenly changed, and the sword light was like snow. In an instant, a snow-white sword flower bloomed around him.

With each sword strike, the snow-white sword flower exudes a burst of icy air, melting in the air like snowflakes. This is not a real attack, but a wonderful sword intent, which melts the snow wolf's offensive into nothingness in the illusion of sword intent.

Chen Xuan dances with his long sword, and the sword intent condenses, as if he has merged with the snow. The sword technique he displays has a faint sense of mystery. The snow wolves are confused by his sword technique and fall into chaos.

The power of ice and snow gradually emerges under Chen Xuan's control. The snow wolves feel an invisible resistance, and their movements become slow. Chen Xuan follows the trend, and his sword technique becomes more and more agile, like a snowflake floating in the wind and snow.

A sword shadow shuttles through the snow wolf group, dissolving their attacks one by one. Chen Xuan's sword technique has been integrated into the spiritual power of the snow, making each sword carry an extremely cold force, and the cold air overflows.

As Chen Xuan continued to perform, the snow wolves gradually lost their siege on him and were cut down one after another. On the snowy plain, in the white snow, Chen Xuan was like a dancing snowflake, and his sword light was like snow condensation.

The battle gradually subsided, and the snow wolves were controlled by Chen Xuan's swordsmanship. A silence permeated the snowy plain. Chen Xuan took a deep breath, and his swordsmanship gradually stopped. A gleam of brilliance was revealed in his eyes.

At the edge of the snowy plain, snowflakes fell, forming a silver-white dream stage. The cold wind whistled past, blowing away the snowflakes, leaving a peaceful snowy plain. In the distance, a group of warriors were gathering, ready to explore this mysterious snowy land.

Suddenly, a shrill howl broke the silence, and a group of snow wolves rushed out of the snowy forest like a shadow, their hair was as white as snow, and there was a cunning light in their eyes, approaching the warriors like ghosts in the snowy plain.

The warriors immediately prepared for the battle, holding their weapons and staring at the snow wolves in front of them. However, the snow wolves were extremely fast and suddenly separated from each other, forming a flanking situation on both sides, which put the warriors in a dilemma.

The snow wolves launched a fierce attack, and the sharp bite of teeth and the whistling sound of wolf claws cutting through the air intertwined. The warriors fought bravely, but they seemed a little powerless in the face of this sudden attack.

The violent demonic power fluctuations spread in the hall, and then subsided. The demon clan warrior fell to the ground silently, and a trace of blood flowed from his body. The whole process happened so quickly, as if it was a ruthless punishment, which made the other demon clan warriors present feel a chill.

Yan Wuhen put away the sword in his hand and glanced around coldly. His actions undoubtedly conveyed a clear message to all those present.

No one can exceed his authority, otherwise they will face ruthless sanctions.

At this time, Chen Xuan crossed the snowfield, and he seemed particularly independent in the vast white snow. The earth was covered with white snow, and snowflakes flew around him, as if opening a passage for him alone.

The cold wind was howling, and Chen Xuan's figure seemed lonely and firm in the wind and snow. The snow under his feet was soft and elastic, and every step he took would leave deep footprints. This snowfield seemed to be a paradise, but it hid countless dangers.

The snow-capped mountains stand tall and majestic, covered with snow. There are some scattered stones and withered trees in the distance, which look quite desolate against the backdrop of the snow.

Chen Xuan walked along the snowfield, always alert and sensing the surrounding atmosphere. There are warriors in the distance, some walking alone, some walking in groups, wearing various costumes and holding various weapons, all looking for opportunities and magic weapons on this snowfield.

The breath of monsters floats in the cold wind. Hidden in the snowfield, snow wolves, snow foxes and other monsters are flexible and fierce, lurking silently under the snow, waiting for the arrival of prey.

Suddenly, there was a commotion on the snowfield, and a group of snow-white shadows swam in the wind and snow, attacking Chen Xuan swiftly. They were a group of snow wolves, their fur was as white as snowflakes, and their blue eyes revealed ferocity and cunningness.

Chen Xuan was alert and prepared to deal with the upcoming monster attack. The snow wolves approached quickly, and the howling echoed in the cold wind.

The first snow wolf jumped up, with fierce fangs, and attacked Chen Xuan's throat. Chen Xuan responded calmly, flashing his body, and his long sword flashed a cold light, defusing the snow wolf's attack.

However, the rest of the snow wolves had arrived and formed an encirclement. They quickly shuttled through the snow, trying to find Chen Xuan's flaws. Chen Xuan was fully focused and ready to fight at any time.

A snow wolf suddenly pounced from the side. Chen Xuan couldn't dodge in time and was scratched by the wolf's claws. He took advantage of the situation to retreat, holding the long sword tightly, and his eyes became more fierce.

The snow wolves seemed to feel Chen Xuan's strength and began to adopt a more cautious strategy. They dispersed and tried to surround Chen Xuan from multiple directions in an attempt to find a flaw.

Chen Xuan's whole body exuded a faint glow. He circulated his true qi and condensed a layer of light blue protective qi. The attacks of the snow wolves were like hitting a solid wall in front of this layer of qi, and it was difficult to cause substantial damage.

He waved his long sword, and the sword light was sharp, and he cut down a snow wolf. However, other snow wolves took the opportunity to launch a more fierce attack, causing Chen Xuan to fall into a fierce fight.

Facing the violent attack of the snow wolf, Chen Xuan had a determined look in his heart. He took a deep breath, and the snow under his feet glowed with a faint cold light as he breathed. The long sword in his hand began to change, and the surface of the sword was covered with a layer of light blue light, like ice and snow condensation.

The snow wolves launched an attack together, and the wolf claws and fangs came like snowflakes. Chen Xuan's swordsmanship suddenly changed, and the sword light was like snow. In an instant, a snow-white sword flower bloomed around him.

With each sword strike, the snow-white sword flower exudes a burst of icy air, melting in the air like snowflakes. This is not a real attack, but a wonderful sword intent, which melts the snow wolf's offensive into nothingness in the illusion of sword intent.

Chen Xuan dances with his long sword, and the sword intent condenses, as if he has merged with the snow. The sword technique he displays has a faint sense of mystery. The snow wolves are confused by his sword technique and fall into chaos.

The power of ice and snow gradually emerges under Chen Xuan's control. The snow wolves feel an invisible resistance, and their movements become slow. Chen Xuan follows the trend, and his sword technique becomes more and more agile, like a snowflake floating in the wind and snow.

A sword shadow shuttles through the snow wolf group, dissolving their attacks one by one. Chen Xuan's sword technique has been integrated into the spiritual power of the snow, making each sword carry an extremely cold force, and the cold air overflows.

As Chen Xuan continued to perform, the snow wolves gradually lost their siege on him and were cut down one after another. On the snowy plain, in the white snow, Chen Xuan was like a dancing snowflake, and his sword light was like snow condensation.

The battle gradually subsided, and the snow wolves were controlled by Chen Xuan's swordsmanship. A silence permeated the snowy plain. Chen Xuan took a deep breath, and his swordsmanship gradually stopped. A gleam of brilliance was revealed in his eyes.

At the edge of the snowy plain, snowflakes fell, forming a silver-white dream stage. The cold wind whistled past, blowing away the snowflakes, leaving a peaceful snowy plain. In the distance, a group of warriors were gathering, ready to explore this mysterious snowy land.

Suddenly, a shrill howl broke the silence, and a group of snow wolves rushed out of the snowy forest like a shadow, their hair was as white as snow, and there was a cunning light in their eyes, approaching the warriors like ghosts in the snowy plain.

The warriors immediately prepared for the battle, holding their weapons and staring at the snow wolves in front of them. However, the snow wolves were extremely fast and suddenly separated from each other, forming a flanking situation, which put the warriors in a dilemma.

The snow wolves launched a fierce attack, and the sharp bite of teeth and the whistling sound of wolf claws cutting through the air intertwined. The warriors fought bravely, but they seemed a little powerless in the face of this sudden attack.