Killing intent permeated the air, and this killing intent was more piercing than the cold.
Raising his head, Ye Chen stared at the three White Fangs in the void, his eyes filled with indifference.
Since Huo Qilin wants these people to die, then they must die!
His eyes were slightly lowered, and White Ya's sword-browed eyebrows were slightly furrowed as he looked at Ye Chen. Was he the one who made the move before? In Ye Chen's body, White Ya still didn't feel any fluctuations of true energy.
However, this thin figure alone cannot be underestimated, especially that look in his eyes, which spreads an unfounded chill in White Fang's heart.
With one hand on his back, Ye Chen kicked off his right foot, and his body suddenly shot out towards a Soul Martial Realm warrior.
The figure merged into the sword light, and Ye Chen swept out dozens of feet, pointing his right hand together as a sword, and when he touched it with one finger, the shadow of his finger spread out.
The sword intent condensed, and a sword shadow shot out. In just a moment, the sword shadow reached the sky above the soul martial artist.
A terrifying pressure came over him, and the middle-aged man seemed to feel a huge mountain pressing down on him, unable to move at all.
The sword shadow broke through the void and appeared in the middle-aged man's eyes. When he caught a glimpse of the sudden sword shadow, the middle-aged man looked horrified and stepped slightly, trying to avoid the sword shadow. He took several steps back.
However, with this step, he was doomed to fall! Ye Chen's figure appeared in vain behind the middle-aged man, holding the Qilin Sword in his right hand, and swung the sword at will.
The sword rose and blood flew! One sword shattered the middle-aged man's heart, and its sword shadow shattered the middle-aged man's corpse again. Finally, the broken space turbulence submerged the corpse.
It only took a few breaths from moving to drawing the sword, but it only took a few breaths to kill a soul martial warrior. Even though he was only a warrior at the first level of soul martial arts.
White Fang's figure was shaken, and a chill filled his heart. Without any hesitation, he retreated toward the sky. At the same time, a cold shout floated out: "Back off!"
This young man is very strong. Stronger than himself! Although the sword is tempting, you can give up everything before life.
"This young man has murderous intentions towards himself and others!" Taking several steps in succession, White Fang only took a few breaths before leaping several feet away, followed closely by another Soul Martial Realm warrior.
The leader of the sect fled. The disciples of the White Tiger Sect who followed White Teeth all had shocked faces. However, when they saw the corpse being submerged by the turbulent flow of space, these dozens of people took a breath, turned around suddenly, and fled.
"Han Jian, I'll leave those people to you!" Ye Chen said lightly when he caught a glimpse of those fleeing figures.
Hearing this, Han Jian and others rushed out, holding swords and following behind those people with indifferent expressions. These people were just used to practice their own artistic conception.
Holding the sword in his right hand, Ye Chen followed White Ya calmly and struck out with his sword. His sword intent exploded, and a huge sword shadow swept out.
A terrifying coercion came over them, and White Fang and the two men suddenly stopped, their swords moved, and two wisps of sword light flew out, trying to break the sword shadow.
Bang bang! The sword light was destroyed. The sword shadow was only dimmed for a few minutes. Seeing this, White Fang and the two men wildly drew out their swords. After the tenth sword was swung, the sword shadow shattered.
However, the rest of the power still fell on the two of them. The two of them took dozens of steps back in succession, their faces were pale, and a bright red color hung at the corners of their mouths.
Lifting his left finger, Ye Chen lowered his finger, and the waves spread out, chilling the fingertips. The air within a radius of several miles condensed into ice crystals, and the ice crystals stood strangely still in the void.
An invisible coercion came over them, and the expressions of both White Fang and the two men changed. The space around them was actually restricted by this young man.
Soul Martial Realm warriors can imprison space, but they can also break space. White Fang and the two mobilized their true energy, and violent infuriated energy surged out, trying to break the confinement with their strength.
However, this imprisonment did not move at all. White Fang swung out his sword, and the sword energy shattered the ice crystals, but the space was not broken.
"To be so strong, who is he? His strength is so terrifying!" Still maintaining a calm mind, Bai Ya bowed to Ye Chen, "Who are you? I apologize to you for what happened before!"
Hearing this, Ye Chen still remained silent. In his opinion, talking to the dead was a waste of time.
One finger! Finger of the God of Wind! Destroyed everything in the world, the sword energy turned into a huge sword shadow, flew out, and shot directly at White Fang and the two people.
At the same time, the surrounding space shattered, and the endless space turbulence enveloped the two Bai Ya. Their expressions changed drastically, and the sword intent condensed on the two Bai Ya. However, their sword intent was in front of Ye Chen's sword intent.
Seems so unbearable.
The shadow of the sword broke the two people's condensed sword intent, and at the same time, the turbulence in the space gradually submerged the two figures.
However, at this moment, a terrifying sword intent erupted, breaking through the sword shadow. At the same time, all the space turbulence in the sky dispersed, and the space returned to normal. White Fang and the two suppressed the shock in their hearts, quickly retreated, and jumped out
Dozens of feet.
"At such a young age, the murderous intention is so strong! You can't kill these people!" A cold shout resounded.
"It's interesting that you can actually break this finger of mine!" The corner of his mouth was slightly raised, Ye Chen held a sword, his martial robe made a hunting sound, and he stared at the sky.
"Back away!" His cold shout resounded again, and White Fang and the two men retreated to the side. At the same time, a brilliant sword light emerged from the sky.
Under this sword light, the sky and the earth dimmed in vain, the endless void was swallowed up by pitch black, the night sky was filled with bright silver whirlpools, and the earth was pitch black as if it were endless.
Just a flash of sword light was enough to trigger this strange phenomenon, and its power spread even more. With his eyes closed tightly, Ye Chen raised his sword, and the same brilliant sword light shot out.
Two wisps of sword light swept across the sky, and finally disappeared into the silver whirlpool. The vision also disappeared, but its terrifying energy wave spread and hit the lonely peak.
"It's good to be able to take my sword!" The voice resounded again, and then, a figure crossed the sky, flew dozens of feet, and reached the sky above Ye Chen in an instant. It was a young man.
The young man's face was as clear as a sculpture, and his angular face was extremely handsome. Even a black suit could not hide his outstanding and heroic appearance.
At this moment, the young man's sharp and profound gaze gave people a sense of oppression!
The pressure of the Soul Martial Realm warriors! This pressure spread out and pressed hard on Han Jian and the others. Han Jian and the others were shaken and could only watch helplessly as several White Tiger Sect disciples fled away.
Come.
"Your strength is really good!" The young man smiled lightly, and a long sword emerged. The young man took a step forward, jumped directly into the sky above Ye Chen, and chuckled: "But these people, you
But I can’t kill him!”
The long sword flipped over and fell with the force of opening the sky. The sword energy surged out like a long river bursting its embankment. The ice fields within dozens of miles were shrouded under this coercive pressure.
"Second level of Soul Martial Arts!" Ye Chen suddenly said, raising his head and looking at this young man who had suddenly appeared.
"Do you want to go head-to-head?" Ye Chen held the Qilin Sword. The Qilin Sword flipped over, and his figure was like a rainbow, shooting out violently, and the sharp sound of breaking wind resounded throughout the world!
"Ding!" A clear sword chant resounded, and the terrifying sword energy collided together. In an instant, the world was eclipsed, and the sword energy soared into the sky.
The solitary peak in the distance shook, several feet of ice sheet cracked, and splashes of ice shards flew in the air.
The young man stepped back dozens of steps in a row, his arms went numb for a while, and he looked at the thin figure below with fearful eyes. This boy actually confronted him head-on, but he fell below.
"Qingfeng! The sword power is powerful enough, but the sword intention is not used to the extreme!" Another shout resounded,
Another young man appeared in the sky, carrying a long sword on his back. He had no momentum at all. His long hair was blowing in the wind, and his plain eyes were like lightning flashing across the sky, which made people intoxicated.
The young man glanced at Gufeng coldly, with a little fiery look in his eyes. Finally, his eyes fell on Ye Chen and said solemnly: "Very strong!"
Before he finished speaking, the roars of several gryphons sounded in vain from the sky. A moment later, several huge figures emerged from the sky, surrounding the young man.
On top of the gryphons, several figures stood proudly, their powerful auras permeating these people. The cloaks hanging behind their backs rustled, and the cloaks were embroidered with a mysterious silver moon.
The young man who was called Qingfeng shrugged helplessly, stepped slightly, jumped to the young man's side, and whispered: "This person should not be underestimated!"
The Griffin, a sixth-level monster, is no less powerful than a second-level Qiwu warrior. However, in the eyes of these people, this Griffin is just a means of transportation.
His eyes stopped on the fluttering cloaks. On these people, Ye Chen felt a familiar aura, Moon Temple!