The dead leaves flying all over the sky failed to cover up the desolation of the Sword God Sect, but added a touch of tragedy...51o.
The dead leaves fell one after another, and the sound of killing in the void fell silent at this moment.
All the hundreds of sect members stopped and looked at the girl with laughter. Then, thunderous laughter burst out.
Master of the Sword God! No one in the Martial God Continent knows that this person has died in the Sword Tomb. Who can a dead person scare?
With his left hand behind his back, the middle-aged man shook his head and said calmly: "Little girl, even if the Sword God Sect Master is here now, he can't stop the fact that the Sword God Sect will be destroyed!"
"The Sword God Sect Master's strength is certainly comparable to that of the martial arts realm, but there are four martial arts realms behind me!" the middle-aged man chuckled.
"Ten years ago!" An Jing's expression did not change at all, and his clear eyes were full of determination. "That was ten years ago, not now. Ten years ago, the sect master was able to kill the martial arts realm, let alone
What about now?"
The smile on the corner of the middle-aged man's mouth froze in vain. Looking at the beautiful figure in front of him, he felt an inexplicable peace of mind for some reason, "But the Sword God Sect Master has fallen!"
Having said this, the middle-aged man was too lazy to talk nonsense with Anjing. He raised his right hand again, and his terrifying martial arts will surged out.
The will suppresses the heaven and the earth, and the void is imprisoned. Just this oppression of the will makes An Jing's face turn pale.
"The sect leader has not yet fallen. I can sense his aura and he is coming back!" Jing Jing said firmly.
Hearing this, the middle-aged man shook his head. As he waved his sleeves and robes, several strands of sword energy rolled out and shot straight at An Jing. "Xiao Ni, you will see your sect master in a moment. Don't ask, I will give you the answer."
Hello!"
Whoosh! The sword energy was like a torrent, tearing apart the void and locking the silence.
"Quiet!" Bu Jingxian exclaimed, drew his sword, and his sword intention shot into the sky. He was about to draw the sword, but Jian Yu and others blocked it. "You can't save her, but you will risk your own life!"
"Master of Xingchen Peak, we can't delay any longer and evacuate this place before the sword formation is broken." Jian Yu whispered.
Regarding Jian Yu's words, Bu Jingxian seemed to have not heard anything, but his eyes still stayed in the void, and veins popped out in the hand holding the sword hilt.
Whoosh! The sharp sound of breaking wind grew louder, and the sword wind blew the long hair on Jing Jing's forehead.
"The sect master has not fallen, he is back!" Jing Jing murmured, and the mark between his eyebrows filled the air with a bright silver light.
Hiss! In the astonished eyes of the middle-aged man and others, a cluster of silver flames appeared in front of Quiet.
The spurting sword energy touched the silver flame and dissipated strangely like water meeting flame.
"Fire!" The pupils of several old men shrank. The beating flames in front of them gave them an inexplicable sense of familiarity. "The Sword God Sect Master also used flames like this in the past. Who is this woman and the Sword God Sect Master?"
relation!"
Hiss! The silver flames burned blazingly, and the broken void turbulence retreated in all directions.
Seeing this scene, Liu Yuyan and others secretly exhaled, "The mark left by the sect master, can this mark withstand the offensive of the martial arts realm?"
The jade finger gently rubbed the mark between the eyebrows, and quietly said softly: "Three breaths, two breaths!"
"Nonsense, it is a well-known fact that the Sword God Sect Master died in the Sword Tomb!" The uneasiness in the middle-aged man's heart became more and more intense. The right hand that stopped in mid-air slapped and slapped! The void was shattered, and the martial arts will was empty.
The shadow formed - a palm shadow covering dozens of feet, shot down towards An Jing.
The roar echoed between heaven and earth, and the quiet figure seemed so small and insignificant in front of this palm shadow.
"Sect Master!" Jing Jing called softly, and the white-clothed figure that had appeared in her dream appeared in her sight again.
"Stubborn Xiaoni!" the middle-aged man said lightly: "Remember, on my behalf, say hello to the Sword God Sect Master, and remember to tell him that the person who overthrew his Sword God Sect is called Liu Feng, the Sword God Sect Master!
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Huh! Under the huge palm shadow, Jing Jing's delicate body was unable to move, and was even under the overwhelming pressure at all times.
Under such pressure, Anjing raised the corners of his mouth, outlining a smile, "Anjing, finally see you again!"
Puff! The silver flames were dispersed. At the moment when the palm shadow was still half an inch away from silence, a plain voice sounded between heaven and earth: "Tian Douzong, I remember this!"
Kacha! Under the gaze of everyone, the shadow of the martial arts palm suddenly shattered and was lost in the surrounding turbulence, which looked very strange.
"What's going on?" Seeing this scene, a series of exclamations of surprise rang out among the peaks, and the eyes of hundreds of sect members were stunned.
"We haven't seen each other for ten years, and you have already arrived. It seems that our Sword God Sect has been silent in the mainland for too long." The plain voice sounded again, causing all the exclamations to fall silent at this moment, and everyone
They were all looking around.
The moment the voice sounded, the face of the middle-aged man who called himself Liu Feng changed slightly, and his eyes slowly glanced around. There was no trace of this person within a hundred feet.
Suddenly, Liu Feng noticed the smile on the corner of An Jing's mouth, and subconsciously followed An Jing's gaze. His figure suddenly trembled, and his eyes revealed a look of shock that was difficult to conceal.
In the dead silence of the void, its melodious dragon roar echoed, setting off a huge spatial wave.
Thunder and flames swam between the sky and the earth, and a huge shadow roared out. It turned out to be a thousand-foot-long dragon of life and death.
The coercion roared in, and the hearts of the warriors present felt heavy, and the feeling of suffocation flooded their whole bodies.
"Martial arts realm!" Liu Feng whispered. This was definitely martial arts oppression, and his heart was sinking. The dragon that suddenly appeared was from the martial arts realm. He raised his eyes slightly, and the calmness on Liu Feng's face disappeared at this moment and was replaced by it.
was shocked.
- A figure in white clothes, Shengxue, appeared above the dragon of life and death, with his hands behind his back. Ye Chen did not hide the killing intent on his body, which was overwhelming.
Liu Feng's eyes stayed on that young face. It was him, it was really him. Xiaoni was not talking nonsense. The Sword God Sect Master was really back.
Damn it, it is rumored that this person died in the Sword Tomb, why does this person appear here? Ten years ago, the scene on Fengzong Island flashed through the minds of Rifeng and others, especially the one who suppressed the saint.
-screen.
"Sect Master!" This figure had been imprinted in everyone's minds many years ago, and at this moment, Ye Chen stepped on the dragon of life and death and came with a sword, and a long-lost word appeared in everyone's mouth again.
The sect master is back, the sect master who has glorified the Sword God Sect several times is back, and at the critical moment when the Sword God Sect is in danger, he finally comes back.
At the Soul Martial Realm, he single-handedly challenged more than a hundred Spirit Martial Realm warriors, but was defeated.
With the realm of spiritual martial arts, he swept through the third-rate sects, suppressed the second-rate sects, defeated the leader of the first-rate sect, defended the glory of the Sword God Sect, and told the world with the sword in his hand that the former overlord did not fall, but was rising.
There used to be three major legends in the Martial God Continent, but the Sword God Sect also had its own legend, and that was Ye Chen.
Because of his existence, countless people learned how to dance swords in the heavy snow, day and night. Because of his existence, countless people carried huge stone swords on their backs and walked on the sword path of Luoxia Peak.
They firmly believe that with the existence of the sect master, the Sword God Sect will not be destroyed today, but will instead move towards glory.
"He's back!" Liu Yuyan's tired face revealed an excited smile, and her voice even had a trembling tone.
"Sect Master!" Chaoyang Peak Master stood up with difficulty, his uniform was badly damaged and stained with blood all over his body. With the help of several younger brothers, Chaoyang Peak Master looked at the sky and said excitedly: "Sect Master is back, this time the Sword God
The crisis will definitely be over."
Sword God Five Peaks, scenes of the past appeared in Ye Chen's mind.
"Sword God Sect, I'm back!" Ye Chen murmured, and the hanging Qilin Sword was raised at this moment. In an instant, all the swords within a radius of hundreds of thousands of feet began to tremble slightly, and made clear sword chants.
Voice.
Amidst the sound of the sword that eclipsed the sky and the earth, the snowflakes fell down from the sky, drawing beautiful arcs and falling accurately on the bodies of thousands of sect disciples.
In an instant, thousands of white and vivid ice sculptures appeared in everyone's sight.
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