"Your Excellency, this sword belongs to the Prince of the Moon Temple!" The young man's voice was extremely penetrating, and through the sharp energy, it resounded in Ye Chen's ears.
"You can't take the prince's sword!" the young man continued, casually taking a step forward, and in an instant, the entire void shook.
The gryphon roared crazily, and Qingfeng and three other Soul Martial Realm warriors also took a few steps forward and stood beside the young man.
The coercion of the Soul Martial Realm warriors on the four people gathered together and rushed straight to the top of the lonely peak.
Feeling the pressure coming from the four people, White Fang sighed slightly, he was indeed a disciple of the Moon Temple.
"Prince?" White Ya had never heard of the prince in the young man's mouth. He turned to Bai Shuangyun and said, "Shuangyun, who is this prince?"
Hearing this, Bai Shuangyun frowned slightly and whispered: "Father, if you want to strengthen the White Tiger Sect, then the White Tiger Sect must help several senior brothers remove this sword no matter what!"
"This prince is very powerful and has a very high status in the Moon Temple!" Bai Shuangyun did not say it directly, but White Fang was able to guess some of it.
"That young man killed two of my Soul Martial Realm warriors. The grudge has been forged. If these Moon Temple disciples want to take the sword, they must take it from that young man!"
"As long as I help and get rid of that boy with the help of these people, I can not only avenge the death of the two junior brothers, but also gain the favor of the Moon Temple!"
Thinking of this, White Ya also took a step forward, and the aura of a Soul Martial Realm warrior exploded. Another White Tiger Sect Soul Martial Realm warrior followed closely behind, and for a moment, six momentums gathered.
The aura soared into the sky, and even though he was several feet away, Ye Chen could feel the killing intent contained in this aura.
Shaking his head slightly, Ye Chen's eyes were still on the tiger blade, and he raised his left hand slightly to hold the hilt of the sword. In an instant, the sound of the sword's roar disappeared, and the cold air from the sky swept towards Ye Chen and the tiger blade.
The Reincarnation Art started to circulate. The cold energy was directly refined by Ye Chen and turned into the purest true energy flowing in the body.
The cold air dissipated, and all its sharp energy returned to the tiger blade. He held the Qilin sword in his right hand and the tiger blade in his left hand. Ye Chen's eyes swept across the two swords.
Although the Qilin Sword has been baptized by several thunder tribulations, its quality is still not as good as the Tiger Blade.
Looking at the lonely peak below that was split in half by the sharp energy, Ye Chen murmured softly: "This is the only thing this junior can do!"
The Qilin Sword sank into the Qilin Ring. Ye Chen raised his right hand slightly, and his invisible energy spread out, transforming into a huge palm shadow. The palm shadow held the solitary peak that was split in two. As the palm shadows merged,
, its isolated peaks completely shook and moved closer together again.
Chill flowed out, freezing the solitary peak. After doing all this, Ye Chen stopped.
Han Jian and others also noticed Bai Ya's murderous intention, and with one kick, they jumped dozens of feet and landed next to Ye Chenzhou.
As soon as they approached Ye Chen, Han Jian and others noticed the biting chill. This chill did not come from Ye Chen, but from the sword in Ye Chen's hand.
"Sect Master, those people are disciples of the Moon Temple!" Han Jian whispered.
Hearing this, Ye Chen raised his head and glanced at the young man and the others. It had to be said that the disciples of the Moon Temple were stronger than the disciples of the Sword God Sect.
The true energy in these people's bodies is extremely condensed. It is obvious that they have achieved their current level of cultivation through hard training, rather than relying on the effects of elixirs.
"Your Excellency, this sword is the sword of the Prince of my Moon Temple, you can't take it!" the young man said calmly.
Hearing this, Ye Chen shook his head and ignored this young man who had good martial arts but low intelligence.
The true energy was flowing on the tiger blade. Ye Chen swung his sword directly, and the blade flipped over. The cold energy filled the entire void like snowflakes in the sky.
Ding! Before the disciples of the White Tiger Sect could react, the cold air froze them out and turned them into ice sculptures.
The absolute coldness was enough to freeze the space, not to mention the vitality. It was only a short time, and the vitality of these White Tiger Sect disciples was immediately extinguished.
"Zhu Zi, you are seeking death!" Bai Ya shouted coldly, his eyes were blood red, he stretched out several feet, waved out his palm, and his true energy surged out, melting away the frost on these disciples.
After the frost dissipated, the eyes of these White Tiger Sect disciples were empty, their faces still had the same look of horror, but their bodies had no life at all. Seeing this, endless murderous intent emerged from White Ya's body.
This time, Bai Ya brought several elders and elite disciples from the sect for Zongbi. It can be said that these people are the future of the White Tiger Sect. However, these people all fell into the hands of Ye Chen. Ye Chen undoubtedly destroyed the future of the White Tiger Sect.
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The only remaining elder of the White Tiger Sect snorted coldly, wondering if his beloved disciple was among the lost disciples. He swung his sword, and the cold air spread out, hitting Ye Chen directly.
"Remember, the most important thing for a swordsman is to stay calm. Only by staying calm can you know when to use the sword and when not to use the sword!" Ye Chen said calmly with his back to the Han people.
"Although the cold air is terrifying, the sword intent contained in the cold air is even more terrifying!" That brilliant sword light shot out. Ye Chen pointed out, and the sword intent condensed and exploded.
"As long as the sword intent is shattered, the cold energy will not be a concern!" The sword intent spread out, like the Yangtze River bursting its banks, surging continuously. In front of Ye Chen's sword intent, the sword intent of this White Tiger Sect elder looked like this
Crisp fall.
In just an instant, the bright sword light dissipated, and the murderous face of the elder of the White Tiger Sect emerged in front of Han Jian and the others.
"The sword must be used to kill with one strike!" Ye Chen's plain voice sounded in the ears of Han Jian and others, and at the same time, a beautiful sword light flashed across the sky like a falling star.
An inconspicuous sword mark appeared on the neck of the White Tiger Sect elder, and blood was everywhere. Endless chill penetrated his body, and the chill froze his vitality.
An ice sculpture emerged. Han Jian and others looked at this scene in shock. A Soul Martial Realm warrior fell so easily.
"Whether you are a warrior in the Soul Martial Realm, the most important thing is to believe in yourself!" Ye Chen said lightly: "No matter you are in a rich or poor family, whether you are a peerless genius or a peerless waste, the most important thing is to have a firm heart.
Heart, believe in yourself!"
The sword intention pervades Ye Chen's heart. This is the intention of the three generations of sword intention, and it is also the intention of Ye Chen.
Hearing this, Han Jian and others recovered from the previous shock. They all looked thoughtfully at the ice sculpture in front of them, thinking about Ye Chen's words.
Although they had understood these words before, they had gradually forgotten them despite the passage of time. But at this moment, they remembered again that it was not because of their belief that they could reach where they are now.
A stronger aura than before emerged from Han Jian and the others. Apparently, Ye Chen's words made them understand clearly.
Killing intent, killing intent spread out from Bai Ya's body, and another Soul Martial Realm warrior died.
Holding the sword, White Ya stepped forward, and a terrifying aura erupted from his body, sweeping the entire place. The sword flipped over and struck Ye Chen with the force of thunder.
"Killing intention can increase one's own momentum. However, being immersed in killing intention will make people feel lost. But I control killing intention. Killing intention has never affected my state of mind!"
"The path of martial arts is destined to step over numerous corpses. Success is determined by the intention to kill, and failure is determined by the intention to kill. If you cannot control your own intention to kill and let the intention to control you, then this will be the end!"
Ice crystals emerged, Ye Chen's long hair fluttered, and a murderous intent spread out of Ye Chen. This murderous intent was formed after killing tens of thousands of people, hundreds of Qi warriors, and dozens of soul warriors.
Killing intent.
In front of this murderous intention, Han Jian and others seemed to see hell on earth, and countless wailing sounds sounded in their ears.
In front of them, Ye Chen looked like the god of death returning from hell. Ye Chen's murderous intention inadvertently affected everyone's mood.
A vast force of heaven and earth erupted from around Ye Chen, and the roar resounded continuously. Driven by Ye Chen's murderous intention, the power of heaven and earth condensed, and he stabbed out with a sword.
The bright sword light carried endless coercion, as if it were real, pressing down on White Fang instantly...
Wherever the sword energy points, it is invincible. Wherever the sword light reaches, it is invincible. When the sword intention explodes, it can only be selfless!
White Fang always believed that his sword intention was extremely strong, but a terrifying sword intention shattered his own sword intention in vain. In front of this terrifying sword intention, his state of mind inadvertently became unstable.
Bang! The sword intention was broken, and the strength came to bear. All the robes in White Fang's body were shattered, and the sword marks emerged. At the same time, White Fang's figure also fell backwards like a kite with a broken string...
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"Do you understand?" Ye Chen said calmly with his back to Han Jian and others.