The coercion of the martial arts realm spread across the sky, and for a moment, the entire Fengzong Island was boiling.
It is extremely rare in Zongbi's history for a second-rate sect to advance.
Originally, as long as a sect had one Martial Arts Realm warrior and ten Lingwu Realm warriors, the sect could be promoted to a first-class sect.
However, there are less than ten Lingwu Realm warriors in Shenjian Villa, and they can only advance to a first-class sect through challenges.
However, this challenge is a bit urgent and a bit timely.
Raising his head, Ye Chen looked at Fengzong Island with an indifferent expression, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "A sudden challenge!"
"If the Divine Sword Villa wanted to challenge the second-rate sect, then they could have challenged it before. Why did the Divine Sword Villa wait until the third day of the sect competition to come forward!" Qing Jue whispered, her sword-browed eyebrows slightly furrowed.
"Because the fifth generation was not here before, but this time, the fifth generation is back!" Jue Lin said with a solemn expression.
"This is a premeditated challenge. Rather than calling it a challenge to a second-rate sect, it is better to say it is a challenge against the Sword God Sect!" Xuan Ren said with an equally solemn expression.
However, Qingjue and the others have some doubts. There is no grudge between Sword God Sect and Shenjian Villa, so why would Shenjian Villa target Sword God Sect.
"No, it should be a challenge against me!" Ye Chen said calmly, "Excalibur Villa is just an object they control!"
Take control of the Divine Sword Villa! Qing Jue's face suddenly sank, and he said in a deep voice: "Holy Son Party!"
"A few years ago, Excalibur Villa joined the Holy Child Party. At that time, the strength of Excalibur Villa was at the bottom of the second-rate sects!"
"And over the past few years, with the help of the Holy Son Party, the strength of Shenjian Villa has increased rapidly!" Qing Jue couldn't help but see the young man in black robe from three days ago, "The person who controls the Holy Son Party is the Holy Son!
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"In other words, it is not the Divine Sword Villa that is targeting the Sword God Sect, but the Holy Son is targeting the Fifth Generation!" At this point, Qing gave Ye Chen a despairing look.
Qing Jue and others still can't forget the scene that day. The Holy Son with unfathomable strength defeated the fifth generation with just one finger.
"Holy Son! Sword Saint Son!" Ye Chen whispered, "The game between the hunter and the prey, but sometimes, the positions between the hunter and the prey change!"
Speaking of this, Ye Chen's eyes were filled with chills, and endless cold air emerged around Ye Chen.
"The will of martial arts ignores the rules and magical powers!" Xuan Ren said softly: "This is also the reason why warriors in the martial arts realm can sweep away warriors in the spiritual martial arts realm!"
Having said this, Xuan Ren raised his head and looked at Ye Chen slightly worriedly.
"Martial arts will!" Ye Chen didn't say anything, but walked towards Fengzong Island, "Let's go!"
After experiencing the dream of the fourth generation of moon gods, Ye Chen's body has undergone inexplicable changes. Although his cultivation level has not increased, there is inexplicable pressure in his movements.
Looking at the figure walking away in the snow, Qing Jue and others had a strange feeling. Five generations had changed, but they couldn't tell where.
Bang bang! A powerful aura erupted on Qing Jue and others. They stood up and everyone followed Ye Chen, walking towards Feng Zong Island through the snow.
In the late dusk, Ye Chen walked out of the endless afterglow and walked through the snow.
The originally noisy Zong steps immediately fell silent, and the scene fell into a deathly silence.
Countless eyes with different emotions were cast towards Ye Chen, some of which were complicated, some were admiring, and some were ridiculing.
The heads of those first-class sects glanced back and forth between Ye Chen and the three legends. The shocking battle three days ago was still lingering in their minds.
"Although this son's cultivation is good, there is still a certain gap compared to the Holy Son and the other three!" A first-rate sect master whispered.
"A few years later, this boy may be able to compare with the three legends, but he is a genius who has not yet grown up and is not a strong man after all!" A martial arts warrior said calmly, while looking at the three halls with a profound look.
"I was born in the wrong era, this is destined to be the era of the three legends!" Another first-rate sect leader also said with regret.
The first-rate sects can discuss Ye Chen, but no one in the second-rate sects, third-rate sects, or other sects who are not first-rate sects dares to discuss him.
The three legends were out of reach for them, and the Ye Chen in front of them was also as high as a mountain to them.
The afterglow of the setting sun fell into Ye Chen's dark eyes. His expression was always as calm as a puddle of stagnant water.
Raising his head, Ye Chen looked at the highest sect, his eyes swept over the three hall masters, and finally landed on the Holy Son, with just this plain gaze.
However, just such a look gave the Holy Son a thrilling feeling. The black mist around his body seemed to be penetrated by this gaze and dispersed in all directions.
"Condensation!" the Holy Son shouted coldly, the smile on his lips froze in vain, and the rolling black mist around him just calmed down.
But the thrilling feeling from before was still lingering in the heart of the Holy Son. At that moment, he even had the illusion that his whole body and all the secrets were known by that gaze!
"Compared to three days ago, that look is even more terrifying!" A monstrous aura filled the heart of the Holy Son: "However, ants are still ants after all, how can they shake the sky!"
Having said this, the corner of the Holy Son's lips once again showed a smile.
However, the Holy Son did not notice Murong Yu's slightly solemn look at this moment.
Murong Yu's face showed a rare look of solemnity. At this moment, his eyes were like real sword rays, looking straight at Ye Chen standing in the dusk, his mind was shaking, and he had a vague feeling of trance.
This figure did not come out of the dusk, but came out of that ancient era. On that figure in white clothes and snow, Murong Yu felt a sense of vicissitudes from ancient times.
Not only him, but also Xuanyuan Ye, his face also showed a rare solemnity, and his heart was shaken. Looking at that figure, he also had a trance feeling, as if this figure existed forever, as if it existed thousands of years ago.
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"In him, I see the shadow of the fourth generation!" The master of the Martial Arts Temple whispered, and at the same time, he looked at the proud man below with deep meaning.
"But after all, it's just the shadow of the fourth generation, and he is the fifth generation after all!" Huang Pu, the master of the Martial Arts Temple, slowly closed his eyes. Even so, there was still a ray of awe in his heart that he didn't want to believe.
"He's back!" Seeing that Ye Chen appeared safe and sound, Ye Muwan secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Ever since Ye Muwan saw Ye Chen defeated by the Holy Son three days ago, she had been worried.
Ye Chen withdrew his gaze, and the aura on his body completely calmed down. At this moment, he looked like a gentle and elegant scholar, without any fluctuations in his cultivation level.
Nowadays, the Sword God Sect has been promoted to a second-rate sect. Therefore, the sect level of the Sword God Sect also appears in the ranks of the second-rate sects.
Stepping on the flying snow, Ye Chen walked towards the sect steps step by step. When he stood on the steps, Ye Chen closed his eyes and continued to practice hard.
Qing Jue and others looked at the owner of Shenjian Villa standing on the platform with solemn expressions. They could not be as calm as Ye Chen.
Some people are destined to be the center of attention, and Ye Chen became the center of attention as soon as he arrived. It wasn't until Ye Chen closed his eyes that everyone focused on the platform.
The owner of Shenjian Villa does not exist. He appears to be a middle-aged man, with a tall and straight body like the spine of a sword, and a face carved like a knife with a touch of indifference.
In particular, the deep eyes contained endless sword energy. He stood on the platform with his sword in his hand, his eyes swept around him calmly, and said calmly: "Shenjian Villa does not challenge the various sect leaders of the second-rate sects.
One, who will fight!"
Just one sentence can bring endless pressure to people. This is the power of a martial arts warrior. Even though it does not exist, it has only just broken through to the martial arts realm, and it has only been less than a month.
The whole place was silent, and most people turned their eyes to Ye Chen.
Taking several deep breaths, Jian Yu, the leader of the Wan Yu Sword Sect, stood up with his sword in hand. Sword energy filled the soles of his feet. Every time he took a step, Jian Yu's aura became stronger.
"Jian Yu, the master of Wan Yu Sword Sect!" Jian Yu said in a deep voice, endless sword intent condensed on him, and when he said these words, his aura reached its peak.
"Please enlighten me!" Bu Cun said calmly, without even mentioning the sword, his eyes were like lightning, looking straight at Jian Yu.
Whoosh! At the moment when the sword intent was condensed, Jian Yu drew out his sword. Once it came out, it was the strongest sword. The shadow of the sword penetrated the heaven and earth, blended into the power of rules, and streaked across the sky like a rainbow. It was almost imperceptible to the naked eye, but
In the next breath, the sword appeared in front of Wu Cun in vain.
When the sword came out, the color of the world changed, and the sky was torn apart, as if all the power in the world could not resist the sword.
But in the face of this terrifying sword, Wu Cun still did not raise his sword. Instead, he pointed his sword forward lightly, and a martial arts will was integrated into it.
There are no rules, no magical powers! Just one finger, the sword finger shreds the sword light, falls on the long sword, and a blast sound like a clash of metals resounds, and the roar echoes between heaven and earth.
One figure was still standing on the same spot, while the other figure fell backwards like a kite with its string broken, thumping, retreating dozens of steps, and it turned out to be Jian Yu.
Raising his head, Jian Yu looked at Bu Cun who was still standing there, with a helpless smile on his lips.
"Thank you for your mercy, Wan Yu Sword Sect admits defeat!" Lifting his sword, Jian Yu turned around and walked back to the sect's steps.
From the time Jian Yu stood on the platform to the time he gave up, it only took a few dozen breaths. However, in just a few dozen breaths, success or failure was already decided. From this, we can see that there is no terror.
Under the martial arts, you are nothing but an ant! This sentence is vividly reflected in the following battle. It is not like strolling on the platform in a leisurely manner, but defeating people with a seemingly light sword.
"Ba Jian Pavilion is defeated!" "Tianji Pavilion is defeated!" "Ancient Wan Jian Sect is defeated!" "Yu Jian Sect is defeated!"
Dozens of sects were defeated by Bu Cun's sword. At this moment, everyone felt in a trance. With Bu Cun, they seemed to have seen the scene where Ye Chen swept through the third-rate sects a few days ago.
The starlight filled the sky, and under the stars in the sky, bright sword lights were flying on the platform.
There was no words for the whole night. In just this night, everyone also saw the horror that did not exist.
The sky gradually became brighter, and on the platform, Bu Cun once again defeated a third-level spiritual martial artist.
"Jian Yan Sect is defeated!" As the old man's voice sounded, everyone realized that in just one night, Wu Cun defeated nearly all the second-rate sects.
And there is only one sect left that has not been defeated, the Sword God Sect!