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Four terrifying martial arts wills hovered in the void, stirring the wind and clouds...51o.
"Presumably the Sword God Sect Master doesn't want to see a situation where everything is in danger, right?" The old man suppressed his smile and said in a deep voice.
There was silence all around, and the heads of the hundreds of sects looked at Ye Chen one after another, and their fierce aura was also rising.
"Even if this person steps into the martial arts realm and can kill him with his power, if we join forces, even if we can't kill this person, we can still severely injure him!"
The will of martial arts imprisoned the heaven and earth within a hundred feet, and the ripples in space were extinguished.
Dressed in white clothes and making a sound without wind, Ye Chen met everyone's gaze and said calmly: "I want the elixirs, techniques, and swords from all the sects!"
Hearing this, the old man and others were overjoyed and secretly relieved.
But Ye Chen's next words made everyone look extremely gloomy, "But I hate trouble. As long as I break through hundreds of sects, everything in them will naturally belong to me!"
The old man's face was terrifyingly gloomy. At this moment, the old man finally understood that the Sword God Sect Master in front of him had no intention of letting go of himself and others.
The snowflakes are falling, and the snow is falling thousands of miles away.
Four terrifying martial arts wills returned to the bodies of the four old men like a tide at this moment.
The rules of ice appeared and enveloped the void within tens of thousands of feet. The old man and others were also enveloped.
"Master of the Sword God Sect, you really think you can kill hundreds of sects with your own strength!"
"A dog will jump over a wall when cornered, let alone us. If we fall, I'm afraid the Sword God Sect will no longer be there!" the old man said gloomily, he was still fighting for the last glimmer of hope.
"There are always so many good feelings in this world, but hundreds of sects want to overthrow our Sword God Sect!" Holding the sword, Ye Chen walked towards the old man and others step by step. The snow was falling more and more urgently.
The swimming silver snakes wreaked havoc in the void, the evening moon gradually faded, and the sky became more hazy.
But at this moment, a burst of laughter resounded in the void, and figures appeared above the dragons of life and death.
Fire-like long hair hung down around her waist. Huo Qilin stood in the void with his hands behind his back, looking indifferently at the hundred disciples below, "Anyone who offends the Sword God Sect will be punished no matter how far away!"
"Tens of thousands of years ago, people in Tiangang Continent had to pay the price for offending the Sword God Sect, let alone all of you!" Huo Qilin said solemnly, and its extremely terrifying momentum exploded on him.
Bang bang! A series of martial arts wills manifested in the void, and the rules were gathered together. There were more than fifty martial arts wills.
Terrifying pressure roared over, and before the four old men could react, the pressure of the martial arts gathered together immediately came over them.
The four old men were shaken and retreated dozens of steps before stopping. Their faces were a little pale. He did not expect that there were more than fifty martial arts realms hidden in the void. Could it be that these were the strong men of the Sword God Sect?
.Thinking of this, the hands and feet of the four of them felt cold.
"Martial arts realm!" Hundreds of sect members exclaimed, their tone becoming a little abnormal due to fear.
Whoosh! Ye Chen took a step back, but his figure appeared in front of the four old men in vain. The will of martial arts and the will of the moon god gathered together, and he drew his sword again.
Fifty wills suppressed the attack. The moment the four of them had not reacted, a bright sword light flooded their sight.
Poof! A flash of blood appeared, and he sealed his throat with a sword! Sheathed the sword. Ye Chen turned around and grabbed forward with his left hand. Four martial arts souls were grabbed from the four corpses and wiped out their consciousness.
Ye Chen killed four martial arts realms with one sword. Ye Chen's sword made the faces of hundreds of sect masters become bloodless and extremely pale.
"Kill them all!" Ye Chen said indifferently as he put away his sword.
"No!" The Hell Martial Arts Realm warriors who followed Ye Chen came out one after another with swords in hand. Their surging martial arts will brought overwhelming pressure and rushed towards the hundreds of disciples.
"The Sword God raises his sails. Anyone who offends the Sword God will die!" Bu Jingxian stepped out of the air, holding his sword and shouted.
"Kill!" Hundreds of thousands of Sword God's disciples surged out from above the five peaks, bursting out with an irresistible force.
This was a complete massacre, with wailing sounds echoing among the peaks.
The dragon of life and death transformed into a human form, rushed into the crowd with a sword, causing a bloody storm, and its pervasive vitality poured into his body.
"You are so bold, little girl. If I had come a moment later, Liu Feng's martial arts will would have crushed you!" Turning around, Ye Chen looked at the quiet face in front of him with a jade-like face and eyes like a pool of clear water, and chuckled.
Said: "Your nature has really not changed at all!"
Hearing this, a blush flashed across Jing Jing's pretty face, and her heartbeat accelerated unsatisfactorily: "Sect Master, you still remember me!"
He stuck out his tongue slightly, quietly pulled on his sleeves, and muttered: "Because I sensed the aura of the sect master and knew that the sect leader was coming back."
Seeing this, Ye Chen smiled slightly and shook his head. Time flies so fast. In the blink of an eye, this little girl has grown up.
Ye Chen raised his sword finger, and three clusters of flames of different colors burst out from his fingertips. The fire of reincarnation, the fire of supreme karma, and the fire of cause and effect hissed! The raging fire was pulled by Ye Chen's sword finger.
, turned into a flame mark.
In an instant, Ye Chen's sword finger gently touched An Jing's eyebrows, and the flame mark blended into her body, replacing the previous mark.
A warm feeling spread in An Jing's body. An Jing's face turned red and he did not dare to look directly into Ye Chen's eyes.
"Practice hard, the future of the Sword God Sect depends on your generation!" Stopping his hand, Ye Chen took a step forward, and his figure passed by An Jing and appeared on Luoxia Peak.
The cold mountain breeze blew into his face with a faint fragrance of plum blossoms, and he stepped on the Luoxia Peak. Ye Chen looked around. It has been ten years, but every scene here has not changed.
Stepping onto the mountain road, Ye Chen walked step by step towards the top of the sunset.
As for the hundred disciples below, there are more than fifty martial arts realm disciples plus the Sword God disciples, which is enough for those people to sleep here.
The ancient pine hung upside down on the cliff, and among the rolling clouds and mist, Ye Chen's figure appeared on the top of the clouds and mist.
A dim stone tablet stands on the top of the setting sun, with the snow dyeing the stone white.
There was deathly silence all around, except for the intermittent sounds of killing coming from below.
"I'm back!" Ye Chen stopped, a rare look of respect appeared on his face, bowed slightly to the stone tablet, and murmured: "As long as I exist, the Sword God Sect will not be destroyed."
The cold wind blew across the sky and the earth, and the snowflakes fell. On the stone tablet, there were carved several large characters: Mentor Wushuang!
"The water in the Martial God Continent is very deep. Maybe now I know why Huang Lingtian decided to break out of the Sword God Sect and steal the Moon God Pendant!"
The wind and snow were getting stronger and stronger. Ye Chen stood in the wind and snow, talking to himself, and briefly recounted his experience of the trip to the Sword Tomb.
The falling snow dyed Ye Chen's long hair white. Ye Chen took out the wine pot from the Qilin Ring and held it up. The wine pot tilted slightly and the wine spilled in front of the tombstone. "We, master and disciple, haven't drank for a long time.
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Whoosh! The wine spilled and turned into ice crystals, falling down.
Turning around, Ye Chen looked at the undulating sword path below. The sword path was still there, but the old friend was no longer there.
The intermittent sounds of killing fell silent in the moments before night fell.
A silver moon breaks through the clouds and rises slowly between the five peaks of the Sword God.
The cold moonlight circulates in the mountains, the fire unicorn breaks through the clouds, and its figure appears on the top of the sunset.
"All the sect members will be executed!" Huo Qilin said softly while looking at the tombstone.
Hearing this, Ye Chen slowly opened his eyes and nodded slightly, "The Hundred Sect Alliance and the Hundred Sect Alliance have just begun, and the next offensive will become more and more fierce!"
With a solemn look on his face, Huo Qilin knew the meaning of Ye Chen's words. The current strength of the Sword God Sect was still too weak.
"There are hundreds of thousands of Sword God disciples. If the Sword God sect is given enough time, the Sword God sect will be able to grow." Hissing, flames burst out in vain from the five fingertips of Huo Qilin, and hundreds of rings of different shapes appeared.
Faintly visible in the flames, it was the space ring on the head of a hundred sects. "These bastards are very rich!"
Hearing this, Ye Chen's eyes narrowed slightly, and his terrifying soul power swept out. When he noticed the items in these rings, his expression became a little moved.
"Nearly 600,000 soul swords and a million qi swords!" Ye Chen murmured, with a smile flashing in his eyes. "Have you ever heard of the Ten Thousand Swords Returning Sect Formation?"
"Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Clan Sword Formation?" There was a trace of confusion in Gujing Mubo's eyes. Huo Qilin's expression was startled at first, and then he reacted, "It seems that in the sword tomb, the third generation taught you a lot."
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