Chapter 704 The beauty is supreme, the sword intent is condensed
The extremely soft sunlight spread across the sky, and two figures stood in the sky.
Ye Wen looked at the figure in front of him with a serious face, sighed slightly, and said helplessly: "The royal family is also involved in this matter!" Before he finished speaking, the shocking sounds of killing and the sound of horse hooves rang out in vain on the streets of the city.
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At this moment, the whole city seemed to tremble, and a cavalryman in armor emerged from the end.
The fearful light fell on the cold armor, reflecting bright rays of light.
These soldiers have experienced the baptism of death, and the sharp aura on their bodies is beyond the comparison of ordinary warriors.
Although there were only a few hundred soldiers, their momentum was extremely terrifying. The wind horses roared, and they arrived in just a few breaths from only a few thousand meters away. Waving their sharp blades, the cavalry ruthlessly trampled the Ye family's children.
His face was dark and terrifying, and the murderous intent on Ye Wen's body became colder and colder.
Hearing this, the figure raised his head, and it turned out to be the previous emperor of the royal family, Qianchuan Xue's grandfather, Qianchuan Liusha.
At this moment, Qianchuan Liusha looked down with a suspicious expression. This time, the royal knights sent by the royal family were not the only ones.
For this matter, the royal family dispatched more than 300 imperial knights, a force that had been secretly cultivated for hundreds of years. However, Emperor Qiankawa Jing of the first generation handed over the responsibility to the seventh prince and the ninth prince Qiankawa Ryu for this matter.
However, the only royal knights who came here at this time were the Seventh Prince, but Qianchuan was nowhere to be seen.
Flow that group of royal knights.
"Could something happen to Xiaojiu?" Qianchuan Liusha secretly asked, the aura rising from his body.
The children of the Ye family were responsible for intercepting and killing the children of the aristocratic family at the east, west, south and north gates of Luoxia City respectively, while Ye Fanbai and others were responsible for the east side.
As for the west gate, it was lost due to attacks by various sects and descendants of the aristocratic families, while the north gate was also lost due to the iron cavalry of the Ninth Prince, the Imperial Knight.
As for the south, if the quietest place in Luoxia City at this moment is undoubtedly the South City Gate.
The sunshine from the southern country shines on the city gate, and a white silhouette stands on the city gate holding a sword. Behind the silhouette are hundreds of Ye family disciples.
The breeze blew against my face, and the white dress rustled. When I raised my head, it was Ye Muwan.
However, under the magnificent city gate, hundreds of knights in golden armor held sharp blades and looked at the white silhouette on the city gate with sharp eyes.
Feng Ma was pacing after his crotch, while Qian Chuanliu stood at the head of the Imperial Knights, with a rare look of solemnity appearing on the smiling face in the past.
A few hours ago, he led the Royal Knights to the south gate, but he never launched an attack.
Looking at Ye Muwan's flowing long hair with a hint of love, Qian Chuanliu sighed slightly and said, "It's been a long time since I last saw you!"
Hearing this, Ye Muwan didn't say anything, but his cold eyes were full of chill.
Although it was summer, the chill made Qiankawa Ryu Jinku's heart ache. He raised his head and Qiankawa Ryu smiled bitterly: "I just didn't expect to meet you in this way!"
Hearing this, Ye Muwan remained silent, looking at the imperial knight behind Qian Chuanliu with a fearful expression.
"Mu Wan, come with me, okay? Leave this place!" After a period of silence, Qian Chuanliu suddenly spoke.
Hearing this, Ye Muwan remained silent, raising his long sword slightly. Under the sunlight, the long sword glowing with cold light was so eye-catching.
Seeing this, Qianchuanliu sighed slightly. Who would have thought that he, who was usually extremely lazy, would take the initiative to ask Qianchuan
Jing asked Ying to attack the Ye family, but no one knew his intention.
Just to see Ye Muwan, just to say these words to Ye Muwan.
Suddenly, Qianchuanliu chuckled and said: "Muwan is still Muwan, it has never changed!" Turning around, Qianchuanliu casually swung the long sword in his hand, and the long sword 〖ji〗 shot out dozens of meters and landed on the ground.
On the ground.
In the astonished eyes of everyone, Qianchuanliu suddenly said: "Retreat!"
Hearing this, hundreds of the emperor's knights were stunned. They had been running for several days, not to defeat the Ye family, so why did they retreat.
Seeing this, Qianchuanliu couldn't help but feel cold in his tone, and said calmly: "Retreat!" At this moment, although many imperial knights were doubtful, they still turned around, slapped the wind horses, and retreated towards the way they came.
The wind horse ran wildly and stirred up a burst of sand. The moment he threw the sword, Qianchuanliu breathed a sigh of relief. He knew that his retreat would mean escaping from the battle.
Escape from battle is a capital crime for ordinary people, but it is also a serious crime for the Ninth Prince. At least, he no longer has the right to compete for the position of emperor.
However, Qianchuanliu has no regrets, just because of that beautiful shadow.
"Who calls me romantic, haha, I don't love the country, I only love the beauty!" Riding the horse, Qianchuan galloped wildly.
A smile appeared at the corner of Liu's mouth. In just a few breaths, hundreds of imperial knights disappeared at the end of the road. The long swords stuck on the ground were already shaking, making a clear sword chant.
With her eyes slightly lowered, Ye Muwan looked at the long sword and murmured softly: "Thank you!" It was precisely because of this scene that led to the suspicion in Qianchuan Liusha's heart now. Qianchuan Liusha naturally did not expect that Qianchuan Liusha would
Lead the troops to retreat.
Standing on the attic of the main hall, Ye Wushuang looked down at these menacing imperial knights, and her heart sank.
With the current strength of the Ye family, it is indeed difficult to resist these imperial knights. With a slight sigh, he must not retreat today. Ye Wen took several steps forward, each step causing a ripple in the void.
After taking several steps in succession, Ye Wen could no longer hold back his breath, and big waves of space spread out in all directions.
As the previous emperor, Qianchuan Liusha's cultivation was already quite strong, and after entering the hun martial realm for so many years, his strength was even more terrifying.
The torrent of sword energy flowed around the sword, and its hissing sound resounded loudly. The sound was very weird, like a thousand birds neighing.
The sword energy turned into several phantoms, which vaguely looked a bit like soaring birds.
"Thousand Birds Kill!" Hissed! The screams became louder and louder, and those shadowy figures suddenly swept towards Ye Wen, and wherever they passed, the space was in vain.
Ye Wen did not retreat, his mind was completely immersed in this sword.
Hiss! The phantom of the bird wrapped around Ye Wen, but under Ye Wen's sword intent, all the phantoms of the bird were shattered.
In the realm of martial arts, the difference in cultivation is important, but the most important thing is the artistic conception. At least in terms of artistic conception, Ye Wen is not weaker than Qianchuan Liusha.
No matter how gorgeous your sword skills are, its essence determines everything!
The terrifying sword intent erupted. At this moment, Ye Wen was as unstoppable as the falling stars in the sky.
Pursuing the ultimate sword intention, Qianchuan Liusha couldn't help but be cautious when facing Ye Wen's sword intention. Although he had been in the hun martial realm for decades, he had to admit that in terms of artistic conception, Ye Wen was no different from himself.
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"You have sword intent, how can I not!" As a king of the generation, Qianchuan Liusha felt fear when facing Ye Wen's terrifying sword intent. It was precisely because of this fear that he felt ashamed.
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The dignity of the emperor and the pride of the emperor cannot be violated, even if the warriors in the hun martial realm are the same.
Boom! A piercing light from heaven and earth shot out in the sky-shaking roar. At the same time, Qianchuan
Liu Sha's figure 〖ji〗 shot out, as if across space.
At the same time, Ye Wen was not to be outdone. The same sword pillar rose into the sky and hit the falling streak of light.
This is not only a collision between cultivation and cultivation, but also a collision between sword intention and sword intention. Who has the stronger sword intention?
The space 〖ji〗 shot out, as if a flower bloomed in the air, and then withered away without a trace in the blink of an eye.
Boom! The spatial wave spread, but this did not affect the sword light and sword pillar in the void at all. In Ye Wen's view, this was just the beginning.
"Thousand Birds Kill!" Countless rays of sword light fell, and for a moment, the sword pillar looked extremely dim. However, after the dimming, the sword pillar burst out with a heart-stopping power.
A majestic air wave raged out from between the two, and the attic below was cleared into an open space with a radius of several hundred, and those who did not escape were directly obliterated by the air wave.
As if, Ye Wen and Qianchuan Liusha were in a stalemate, and at this moment, the heads of the three major aristocratic families who were originally silent all chuckled.
In a battle between masters, just one detail is enough to determine success or failure, let alone three fake martial arts warriors.
Holding their swords, Situ Changtian and the others took a few steps, raised their swords, and three sword pillars reaching the sky emerged, passed through the waves, and struck down towards Ye Wen.
Mu Chen, who was fighting with two old men, noticed this situation. However, at this moment, he was surrounded by two old men.
Sure enough, when these three sword pillars fell, they affected Ye Wen. Ye Wen had to divert his attention to deal with it, and Qianchuan Liusha seized this moment.
Bang bang! Countless rays of sword light converged into one. Although it had not arrived, Qianchuan Liusha relied on Ye Wen's distracted moment to materialize his sword intent, directly damaging Ye Wen's soul.
A feeling of dizziness swept over him, and Ye Wen secretly said something bad, so he could only forcefully take the three sword pillars and use all his strength to deal with Qianchuan Liusha's sword!
Seeing this, Situ Changtian and the others raised their lips slightly, wondering how they could catch the sword so easily. However, the smiles on the lips of the three of them froze in the next moment.
The three sword pillars reaching the sky shattered in vain and turned into nothingness. At the same time, a voice sounded in everyone's ears: "Ahem, it's going to rain again!"!