Chapter 791: Take the sword for yourself, not for you
White Tiger Clan!
Endless chill spread throughout the air, its scarlet sword vibrated slightly, and the sound of sword chants resounded.
In vain, the young man's eyes became extremely sharp, he pointed directly at the three figures in the void, and said coldly: "White Tiger people!"
Cold air surged and gathered around the sword. The old man lowered his head, looked at the cold air surging below, and whispered: "Extreme Blade War Sword!"
Ding! The sword made a crisp sword roar in vain. The sword roar triggered the sword energy in the valley, and the endless sword energy surged towards the young man and other disciples of the Sword Temple.
The power of the thunder was nothing more than that. The young man and others jumped dozens of meters away to avoid the incoming sword energy, and looked at the three figures with serious expressions.
"This place is by no means the ruling descendants of your Bai clan. A few of them have gone too far!" the young man said calmly, and a slender sword emerged from his hand in vain.
Hearing this, the old man lowered his head and looked at the young man, and said calmly: "Juebian is a member of my White Tiger clan. Could it be that your Sword Temple wants to interfere in this matter?"
Boom! Heaven and earth roared together, and the power of heaven and earth condensed. As the old man finished speaking, a terrifying pressure spread out, approaching the young man.
Bang bang! The young man took a few steps back again, and the true energy in his body stagnated under this pressure. This old man was very strong, incredibly strong.
"I can only see the cultivation of the woman, not the cultivation of the man and the old man!" The young man wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and thought: "If the seven of us unite, then we will definitely be able to involve these three.
people!"
"It's just that if the seven of us hold these three together, then the sword will definitely be taken by others!" Turning his eyes slightly, the young man noticed Ye Chen and others standing in front of the valley in vain.
The sword intentions of the Han people also became more and more concentrated, and the aura of the fake soul martial arts realm filled the air.
When the young man's eyes touched Ye Chen and others, a strange look flashed in the young man's eyes, he kicked his feet and ran towards Ye Chen and others in vain.
Seeing the young man leaving the valley, the old man snorted coldly. Now was not the time to quarrel with the Sword Temple, so he could only let these boys go.
"Decisive battle. Get the sword!" The old man raised his sword finger. When he pointed it down, the falling flower petals floating in the valley spun in vain, like pieces of sword leaves, and the rocks broke wherever they passed.
Anyone who comes close to the Valley of Fallen Flowers will definitely be baptized by these petals. After doing all this, the old man took out his sleeve with his left hand. His hand movements were changing, and ripples spread out and hit the sword.
The sword vibrated, and Jue Zhan nodded. His whole body without military robes made a hunting sound, and he walked towards the Jue Blade sword.
There was a chill surrounding the sword, and there was also a chill surrounding the battle. The two chills merged together. They were indistinguishable from each other.
The fallen petals obscured everyone's sight, but the young man noticed the changes in the valley. He kicked his feet again, and his body speed increased by several minutes.
A few feet away, they arrived in the blink of an eye! The figure of the young man and others suddenly jumped in front of Ye Chen and others. A terrifying aura immediately emerged from the Han Jian people, and they looked at the young man warily.
"Jun Mo Ge of the Sword Temple has met you all!" Sensing the hostility of Han Jian and others, the young man said.
Withdrawing his gaze, Ye Chen looked at the so-called Jun Mo Ge and said calmly: "Is something wrong?"
"Can you guys help me get the sword?" Jun Moge whispered: "If you guys help me get the sword, my Sword Temple will definitely not ask for such kindness!"
Hearing this, Ye Chenruo looked at Jun Moge thoughtfully and felt a little surprised. However, compared to the domineering disciples of the Moon Temple, the disciples of the Sword Temple seemed much more pleasing to the eye.
"The sword intention of the second generation, why do I feel the sword intention of the second generation on that sword, but there are some differences!" Fire Qilin's voice echoed in Ye Chen's mind in vain.
"No matter what, the owner of that sword should be related to the second generation!" Thinking of the betrayal of the Sword God Sect by the three major halls and the four ancient clans, a chill flashed in Huo Qilin's eyes: "This sword is from the White Tiger clan and the
The thing that is up for grabs in the Sword Temple, kid, grab it!"
"Since we have the white-eyed wolves of the White Tiger Clan and the Sword Temple, we might as well snatch it away!" Fire Qilin sneered.
Ye Chen was deep in thought when he suddenly heard Huo Qilin's words. He couldn't help but be startled. Before Ye Chen could say anything, Huo Qilin continued: "Whether it is the fourth generation sword intention or the third generation sword intention, you have understood it ten percent."
, now it is the second generation sword intention!"
"The sword intention contained in this sword is very similar to that of the second generation. You can study the sword intention on this sword. Then, it will be much easier to understand the sword intention of the second generation!" Seeing that Ye Chen had no intention of seizing the sword,
Huo Qilin persuaded.
"It seems that Xiaohuo has a deep resentment towards the four ancient clans and the three palaces!" Ye Chen smiled in his heart, but Huo Qilin's words made Ye Chen a little moved. In just a moment, Ye Chen made a decision: "Then
I’ve decided to take this sword!”
Seeing that Ye Chen and others remained silent, Jun Moge sighed slightly and turned around to ask other warriors for help. However, at this time, Ye Chen suddenly said: "You can take the sword!"
Hearing this, Jun Moge raised a smile and whispered: "After taking the sword, I will wait at the lonely peak in the north of the Luoying Mountains!"
After saying that, Jun Moge burst out with a fierce momentum, turned around, and rushed towards Luoying Colorful Valley with his sword.
In an instant, the sharp sound of breaking wind floated out in the valley. Seeing this, a trace of astonishment appeared on Ye Chen's face, "I want to take that sword!"
Apparently, Jun Moge mistakenly thought that Ye Chen was trying to get the sword for them. However, the opposite was true. Ye Chen was trying to get the sword for himself.
The explosions in the valley became louder and louder, but Ye Chen noticed that a little of Jun Moge's breath was always locked on Ye Chen. Obviously, if Ye Chen took the sword, Jun Moge could also find Ye Chen through his breath.
"It turns out there is a back-up plan!" Ye Chen smiled faintly. The fire of reincarnation was running in vain. He was about to wipe away the aura, but after a pause, Ye Chen still did not wipe away the aura. He wiped it again after taking the sword.
It's not too late to go.
In the Luoying Colorful Valley, sword energy surged like a torrent, and ten completely different sword intentions exploded.
The old man looked at Jun Moge who came with a sword with a calm expression, and said calmly: "Young man from the Sword Temple, do you really think that I don't dare to kill you!"
The sword intent was condensed, and the old man's sword pointed down, and a melodious tiger roar resounded in vain. The sound of the sword broke through the air, and the sword shadow fell down, landing hard on Jun Moge's sword.
The blood energy surged wildly. Jun Moge held back the surging blood energy and stepped back, joining several other disciples of the Sword Temple to form an extremely mysterious sword formation.
Relying on the power of the sword formation, the seven people trapped the three old men, but they could not hold on for long.
"Now is the time to take the sword!" Jun Moge whispered, hoping that those people would not let him down.
Among the flying petals of fallen flowers, a figure appeared in vain. The petals of fallen flowers fell on the figure and fell to the ground lightly.
Feeling the ten powerful sword intentions, Ye Chen's eyes fell directly on the stone trough, where a blood-red sword was spinning.
Killing intent circulates within the sword. It is precisely because he is familiar with killing intent that Ye Chen can feel the terrifying killing intent contained in the sword.
"How many people do you need to kill before you have such murderous intent?" Ye Chen secretly thought, his figure was like the falling petals of a fallen flower, falling lightly towards the stone trough.
Ye Chen's appearance naturally attracted the attention of the old man and Jun Moge. Seeing this, Jun Moge secretly sighed. As long as those people take the sword, then the sword must belong to the Sword Temple.
"Even if this kid grabs the sword and escapes, I can still find him based on his aura!" The long sword in Lord Mo's singer became more and more powerful, and he tried his best to cut off the way of the old man and others.
"You actually have a back-up move!" The old man snorted coldly, and his sword intention turned into several lines, trying to force Jun Moge and others back with one sword. However, Jun Moge and others were able to resist the old man with the power of the sword formation.
offensive.
For a moment, the two sides were in a stalemate. The old man's sword finger moved slightly, and the fallen flower petals turned into a sharp sword and shot towards Ye Chen.
"Since we can't push back these boys from the Sword Temple, let's deal with the young man who took the sword first!" The latter was extremely young, and the old man subconsciously regarded Ye Chen as a descendant of the Qi Martial Realm.
The fallen flower petals contain the old man's sword intention, and just one soft petal is like the sharp sword that can cut through gold and stone.
However, when the petals fell less than one meter away from Ye Chen, streams of breeze emerged from Ye Chen's hands, drifted away, and rolled up the petals.
"Flowers should float in the wind, but the sword's will never belongs to flowers, because flowers have their own destiny!" Ye Chen murmured to himself, and his body fell to the stone trough in vain. Under the stunned eyes of the old man, Ye Chen raised his right hand