Chapter 840: Ninety-nine sword intent, melt my killing intent (1)
Chapter 840: Ninety-nine percent of the sword intention merges with my killing intention (Part 1)
Chapter 840: Ninety-nine percent of the sword intention merges with my killing intention (Part 1)
"Ye Chen!" Standing in the wind, Ye Muwan raised the corners of her mouth and chuckled. Baidu search "" to quickly enter the site
Ye Chen stopped, smiled the same way, and said lightly: "Long time no see!"
"I'll heal my wounds first, and we'll talk about it later!" Snowflakes hit Ye Chen's face, and Ye Chen's face looked even paler.
Hearing this, Ye Muwan just noticed the eye-catching sword marks all over Ye Chen's body, a trace of worry flashed in her beautiful eyes, and she said softly: "Yeah!"
At this moment, Ye Chen's breath was extremely weak. The battle with Jian Yu consumed 90% of his true energy. At this moment, less than 10% of his true energy was still suppressing the injuries on his body.
Ruxue's white clothes have turned into blood robes, but this thin figure is still deeply imprinted in the minds of the disciples of Wan Yu Sword Sect and cannot be shaken off.
When they are old, they will also remember that a young man as cold as snow came with a sword and defeated the strong man of Wan Yu Sword Sect.
"Your name is Ye Chen?" A deep shout resounded, and immediately, a wave of sword intent exploded beside Ye Muwan, and An Ye came out with a sword, looking at Ye Chen with a rather unkind look.
"Is something wrong?" Ye Chen said lightly, his eyes closed tightly. The cold wind blew up, and Ye Chen's words fell into the wind and snow.
"I want to challenge you!" An Ye said coldly, a fighting spirit gushing out of his body, and his martial robes made a sound as they were slapped with vigor.
"You? Not interested!" Ye Chen walked forward. The snow was getting heavier and heavier. Ye Chen walked towards the edge of the square. Beyond the edge was a cliff.
"What? Am I not qualified to let you draw a sword, do you really look down on people so much?" An Ye's fighting spirit did not diminish at all. He took a step forward and shot towards Ye Chen in vain.
Bang bang! Before Dark Night's figure could fly a few feet away, he immediately fell backwards and rolled several times on the snow. A striking sword mark emerged on his chest.
He raised his head and looked at Ye Chen in horror. He did not expect that Ye Chen, who was seriously injured, was still so terrifying.
To An Ye, Ye Chen was the unshakable sky, and he was just an insignificant ant.
"Because of Ye Muwan? Ye Muwan, you have more and more suitors, haha!" Ye Chen's voice floated in the wind and snow: "Compared to him, I prefer that fat man Qianchuanliu!"
"What?" Qian Chuanliu, this figure hidden in memory by time, when Ye Chen mentioned this name, Ye Muwan's eyes changed slightly.
"Ye Muwan, have you ever heard of a sentence?" Ye Chen's figure was looming in the wind and snow, but his voice was clearly audible.
"What are you talking about?" Ye Muwan whispered, and the indifference on his face disappeared. It was rare that he began to care about me. Inadvertently, a smile appeared on the corner of Ye Muwan's mouth.
This smile is very beautiful, at least, the eyes of several Moon Temple disciples fell on this smile.
Ye Chen's figure gradually blurred, and finally disappeared in the wind.
Qing Jue and others glanced at An Ye, and this glance immediately brought an inexplicable pressure to An Ye. Just as An Ye got up, his body fell to the ground again.
Seeing this, Jue Lin shook his head slightly and turned around. Several people followed Ye Chen, their figures disappeared in the wind, and they jumped towards the lonely peak opposite.
"Send the order, no one can get close to Wujian Peak!" Jian Yu looked around, and after saying that, Jian Yu turned and left. During this battle, he naturally had some insights.
For a moment, the Lingwu Realm warriors dispersed one after another, but there were still a few fierce sword intents remaining in the air.
Wujian Peak, the peak is like a sword, reaching straight into the sky, and there is no grass growing on the steep mountain.
Ye Chen's figure emerged from the top of Wujian Peak. At this moment, he had changed into a white robe, which was as white as snow and made a hunting sound.
Ye Chen put his hands behind his back, looked at the sky with floating snowflakes, and said softly: "Do you have something to say?"
Qing Jue and Jue Lin stood on the rocks, their gazes always falling on Ye Chen and never moving away.
Jue Lin glanced at Qing Jue, then stepped out immediately, made a sword salute to Ye Chen, and said respectfully: "Has the Fifth Generation mastered the rules of ice and the rules of fire?"
Hearing this, Ye Chen did not directly answer Jue Lin, but chuckled: "The rules are so mysterious that they can be mastered in just a few days!"
"But what the Fifth Generation used before was the rules of ice and the rules of fire. One thing is certain that the Fifth Generation has understood these two rules." This time it was Qingjue who spoke.
"Well, it's just scratching the surface!" Ye Chen closed his eyes and his voice became smaller and smaller.
After receiving Ye Chen's affirmation, Qing Jue and others were shocked. In just a few months, Wu Dai realized the three rules.
Understand the rules, master the rules, and evolve magical powers. The more rules you master, the more magical powers you can evolve.
The more rules he masters, the more powerful he is as a second-level spiritual martial artist. After the shock, Qing Jue and others were filled with ecstasy. The stronger the Five Generations are, the more promising the rise of the Sword God Sect will be.
As long as the five generations continue to grow, the Sword God Sect will one day stand at the pinnacle of the Martial God Continent again, and so will their four ancient clans.
"It's just a superficial contact, and it's due to the effect of Qilin's essence and blood and Xuanbing's spiritual energy!" Ye Chen said secretly, there is a long way to go in this path of cultivation.
What he lacks most now is time. If he is given enough time, he is confident that he can reach the martial arts realm.
His mind was as disturbed as snow. Ye Chen closed his eyes and his whole breath completely blended into the wind and snow.
Seeing Ye Chen's behavior, Qing Jue and others took a few steps back, and his terrifying soul power spread out. Anyone approaching the Wujian Peak would be noticed by Qing Jue and others.
The spiritual energy of heaven and earth gathered towards Ye Chen crazily, and the Reincarnation Art began to circulate. Ye Chen practiced quietly, and the sword marks on his body slowly dissipated after being baptized by the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
All of a sudden, all the spiritual energy within a radius of dozens of miles gathered towards Wujian Peak.
Sensing the changes in the spiritual energy in the void, Jian Yu raised his head and glanced at Wu Jianfeng, sighing softly: "What a domineering technique!"
Ye Muwan and Ning Ning were still standing at the edge of the square, with a cliff rising below them. Two beautiful figures stood against the wind, their dresses rustling.
"I didn't expect that he would be so strong. He could actually defeat a second-level Lingwu warrior. He was even stronger than a true disciple!" Ning Ning chuckled, but there was a little strange color in her eyes.
"Every time we meet, he always shocks people!" Ye Muwan curled her eyes and smiled softly.
"If he enters the Moon Temple with his strength, he will definitely be ranked in the top twenty among the younger generation!" Ning Ning chuckled: "After entering the Moon Temple, his cultivation speed will be faster!"
"So, Sister Muwan, why don't you invite him to join the Moon Temple? With his qualifications, Master Long Ye must be very excited. Haha, at that time, two people from the Ye family became true disciples, so Huang Fengguo
No one should dare to touch the Ye family anymore."
"Even the Sword God Sect doesn't dare to touch the Ye family, right?" Having said this, Ning Ning's eyes couldn't help but fall on the Wujian Peak in the distance.
Hearing this, Ye Muwan shook his head slightly, looked at the sky, and chuckled: "He belongs to the sky, and that is his stage. The Moon Temple is not his stage!"
"And Master Long Ye can't teach him. It's difficult to find someone in this world who is qualified to be his master!" Ye Muwan raised the corner of his mouth and said with great certainty: "As long as you give him a few years, he will enter the martial arts realm.
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"Martial Arts Realm! It takes decades for an ordinary genius to go from Lingwu Realm to Martial Arts Realm. Sister Muwan, do you think he can do it in just a few years?" Ning Ning's dark eyes flashed as she pushed aside the black hair on her forehead.
A hint of doubt.
"But is he an ordinary genius?" A smile emerged quietly. Ye Muwan had never seen a genius who could defeat the second level of Lingwu in just a few years.
Hearing this, the smile on Ning Ning's lips froze in vain. Yes, is that kid a genius? He has gone beyond the scope of genius and is already at the level of pervert.
At this moment, Ning Ning couldn't help but think of a legend, the legendary figure of the Moon Temple, the Prince.
"Perhaps one day, that boy Ye Chen can become someone like a prince!" Ning Ning murmured in her heart.
On Wujian Peak, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth gathered. The spiritual energy was thick enough to liquefy, and Ye Chen's injuries recovered quickly.
It was rare for the disciples of Wan Yu Sword Sect not to practice. For a moment, countless eyes gathered at Wu Jian Peak.