Snow fell on the late Huang Fu, and the old man's voice also echoed.
"Ye Chen, the leader of the Sword God Sect, swept through the second-rate sects with his own power. According to the rules, the Sword God Sect will be upgraded to a first-rate sect!"
There was silence all around, as hundreds of thousands of eyes focused on that figure in white clothes.
Perhaps the Sword God Sect is the first sect without martial arts realm warriors, but the Sword God Sect has comparable martial arts realm warriors.
Han Jian and others were shaken and looked quite excited.
In just a few days, the Sword God Sect has advanced from an unqualified sect to a top-notch sect. This is destined to be a legend.
The person who created this legend was just because of that person's existence. Han Jian and others looked at Ye Chen with more and more awe in their eyes, almost blind worship.
With his eyes slightly closed, Ye Chen stood in the middle of Deputy Huang with his sword in hand. Under the late Deputy Huang, the Qilin sword was filled with a faint sword intent, and the sword blended into the late Deputy Huang.
In hundreds of consecutive fights, Ye Chen always used the same sword, the same magical power, and half of the magical power.
The evolution of magical powers continued to fail and improve, so Ye Chen was immersed in his own world.
It wasn't until no more opponents came up that Ye Chen opened his eyes, looked around blankly, and whispered: "Is it over?"
The sword energy dispersed on the Qilin Sword. Ye Chen put away the Qilin Sword and raised his head. The confusion in his eyes was gone, replaced by a chill.
Looking at the three halls above lightly, Ye Chen turned around and walked towards the late Huang Fuzhong. The afterglow fell on him, and his shadow was reflected on the platform, stretched so long.
Countless eyes watched as the figure gradually dissipated in Mr. Huang, gradually disappearing into the distance.
Qing Jue, Jue Lin, Xuan Ren, Han Jian, Feng Ge, Lu Ya, Shen Sheng, Liu Ye, Jian Xue and others stood up one after another, and their bodies turned into a stream of light and followed closely behind the figure.
Until Ye Chen's figure disappeared from everyone's sight, Fengzong Island, which had been silent for a long time, began to boil in vain.
The boiling of Fengzong Island had nothing to do with Ye Chen. He walked like that with his hands behind his back, walking among the late Deputy Huang.
Every time Ye Chen took a step, his afterimages would emerge beside him, and finally be buried in the afterglow.
Qing Jue and others came through the air, looking at this scene, their faces showed solemn expressions, especially Qing Jue, whose eyes fell firmly on the afterimages.
"Wind belongs to the magical power!" Qing Jue whispered, they were no stranger to this scene.
"The wind attribute power has not yet evolved completely!" Jian Xue said solemnly, and the afterimages gradually became substantial.
In the end, Jue Lin couldn't tell which one was Ye Chen's true body, and its aura completely dissipated in the world.
When the wind blows, these afterimages gather together like the wind, and a phantom of a green dragon that is dozens of feet long emerges. The phantom gradually materializes, and its sword energy flows on the surface of the green dragon.
Looking at this green dragon flying in the nine heavens, Qing Jue felt a sense of astonishment. Facing this green dragon, he seemed to have seen the Qinglong Palace.
Hiss! Its purple electric light emerged next to Qinglong, tearing apart the surrounding void, and space turbulence poured out crazily.
—A figure in white clothes, Sheng Xue, emerged above the green dragon, standing with his hands behind his back, facing the wind.
"Supernatural power is achieved!" A look of surprise appeared in Qing Jue's eyes. Looking at this scene, he couldn't help but be shocked.
A high-pitched dragon roar emerged from the sky, causing the sect disciples on Fengzong Island to stand up and look into the void outside Fengzong Island.
"Ice is a magical power. The first is to use the coldness of ice to freeze everything in the world. The second is to use the sharpness of ice to destroy everything in the world. It is the magical power of ice!"
"Wind belongs to the magical power. It uses the invisible form of wind to transform into thousands of clones. The two sources of wind condense the true form of the green dragon and transform into wind for the magical power!" Ye Chen whispered.
Obviously, among these two magical powers, Ye Chen integrated the magical insights of Qing Jue and Jue Lin. It is precisely because of this that Ye Chen was able to evolve his magical powers so quickly.
"The magical power is ice, the magical power is wind, the magical power is eternal life and death, the magical power is reincarnation!" Ye Chen muttered to himself: "Now I control six kinds of magical powers!"
"The next ones are the magical powers of thunder, the magical powers of fire, and the magical powers of killing!"
"The road is long and long. I still have a long way to go, at least I'm still far away from the martial arts realm!" Ye Chen pointed his sword, and the green dragon below it suddenly dissipated and turned into countless figures.
And when the breeze blows, these figures disappear into the sunset.
"Congratulations on the fifth generation's successful evolution of magical powers!" Qing Jue chuckled, and Jue Lin and others also looked quite excited.
Hearing this, Ye Chen smiled lightly and said, "If it weren't for the guidance of Senior Qingjue and Senior Juelin, I wouldn't have evolved magical powers so easily!"
"It's easy to evolve magical powers!" Xuan Ren sighed slightly. The gap between people is so huge. It took decades for him to evolve his magical powers, but it only took a few days for others.
After stepping down, Ye Chen stood on the boundless ice and took out the third-generation Moon God Pendant. The sword intent contained in the third-generation Moon God Pendant immediately spread.
With his eyes slightly closed, Ye Chen's mind was once again immersed in the sword intent of the third generation.
Ye Chen was able to use the sword intention as a guide to construct the dream of the fourth generation because he had experienced the illusion of the fourth generation and also had a deep understanding of the sword intention of the fourth generation.
Therefore, just like when he first comprehended the Three Generations of Sword Intent, Ye Chen forgot all his previous perceptions and began to comprehend the Three Strikes Sword Intent again.
Seeing Ye Chen entering into cultivation, Qing Jue and the others stopped talking and each stood beside Ye Chen and Zhou Ming.
The snow was flying, dyeing Ye Chen's long hair white, and Ye Chen's breath blended into the world again.
The tranquility here was in sharp contrast to the excitement on Fengzong Island. However, as the various sects dispersed, Fengzong Island once again returned to its previous tranquility.
Whoosh!—A sharp sound of breaking wind emerged in the sky hundreds of miles away from Fengzong Island.
Phew! Immediately afterwards, a rainbow-like sword light streaked across the sky, hitting Fengzong Island directly. The sword light receded, and the man was wearing a white robe, and his face was slightly pale.
His pale face couldn't hide his tired look, and the cold wind blew his messy long hair. He was clearly Yue Wuxie.
There was an anxious look in Yue Wuxie's eyes. After Qian Chuanxue was snatched away by the mysterious man that day, Yue Wuxie immediately left for Feng Zong Island in order to inform Ye Chen of this incident.
He moved Yiyue Wuxie with his right hand and stuffed several pills into his mouth. The pills turned into heat and spread in his body.
"As long as you persist for a moment, you can reach Fengzong Island!" Yue Wuxie used all her energy to circulate, and her speed couldn't help but increase by a few points again.
After a moment, a majestic island in the sky appeared in Yue Wuxie's eyes. Around it, clouds and mist surged, and waves of sword intent filled the sky.
"We're finally here!" Yue Wuxie breathed a sigh of relief, stepped slightly, and rushed towards Fengzong Island in vain.
On the ice below Fengzong Island, some of the disciples of the unconventional sect who were resting raised their heads in surprise and looked at the figure crossing the sky.
However, before Yue Wuxie's figure stepped into the area within a few feet of Fengzong Island, a terrifying pressure spread out. This pressure came out of the blue and fell directly on Yue Wuxie.
Deng Deng took a few steps back.
After traveling for dozens of days, the true energy in Yue Wuxie's body couldn't be penetrated. How could he resist this terrifying pressure?
Bang bang! Yue Wuxie took dozens of steps back before he stopped. Despite this, the blood in Yue Wuxie's body was still surging, and a bright red smear hung on the corner of his mouth.
The clouds and mist surged, and their fierce sword energy broke through the rolling clouds and mist. Several tall and tall figures came out of the clouds and mist, giant swords, purple robes, Zixiao Sect!
A huge iron sword was carried behind his back, and his loose purple robe made a sound.
Zi Mang, the leader of the Zixiao Sect, has been having trouble with things lately, and his face has been gloomy all day long. The disciples of the Zixiao Sect standing behind him all have serious expressions on their faces.
All this stems from what happened a few days ago. A few days ago, the Zixiao Sect stepped in to help the Shenyin Sect. They originally thought they would betray the Shenyin Sect's face, but they didn't expect that the Sword God Sect, which was originally just an unpopular sect, would be so terrifying.
Especially today, the Sword God Sect has been upgraded to the Liu Sect, which makes Zi Mang even more frightened. He is deeply afraid that the Sword God Sect will anger the Zixiao Sect because of what happened a few days ago.
Perhaps because of that incident, Zi Mang sadly discovered that those sects that had a good relationship with Zi Xiao Sect in the past had severed ties with Zi Xiao Sect.
Especially those second-rate sect leaders looked at him as if they were dead. Thinking of this, Zi Mang's face became more and more gloomy, so he just left Feng Zong Island with the disciples of Zi Xiao Sect.
The purple python really couldn't stand the gazes of those people, but as soon as he walked out of Fengzong Island, some blind people bumped into him, and in response to this, the purple python's face became more and more gloomy.
Purple Python raised his eyes and looked over. He was just a boy from the Soul Martial Realm. Boys from the Soul Martial Realm were bullying him. Regarding this, Po Python's face became more and more gloomy.
Bang! The purple python raised its foot and stepped down. The pressure of its spiritual martial realm swept out, rolling up the surrounding clouds and mist.
The disciples of Zixiao Sect walked out of the clouds one after another. A powerful aura filled these people, and the giant sword behind them gave people an endless pressure.
These pressures gathered together, pressing down on Yue Wuxie like a big mountain.
Bang bang! Yue Wuxie's body that had just stopped took a few steps back again. Under this pressure, he felt like he was about to suffocate.
Yue Wuxie couldn't bear the pressure of the Lingwu realm warriors! The blood rolling in his body became more and more intense. Just as Yue Wuxie was about to speak out, the purple python spoke: "Now even a boy from the Lingwu realm dares to bully me.
Zixiao Zongtou, very good, very good!"
Bang! The aura on the purple python became more and more terrifying, tightly surrounding Yue Wuxie.
This scene naturally attracted the attention of everyone below, and the disciples of the unruly sect raised their heads one after another, looking at the scene in the void in astonishment.
"Which sect is that person a disciple of? He is so unlucky that he actually touched the Zixiao Sect's brow!" Some disciples of the unpopular sect whispered.
"Could it be that the world really thinks that our Zixiao Sect is easy to bully!" Zi Mang said coldly. Today, he has decided to vent the haze in his heart on this disciple and the sect behind him.
According to his knowledge, the disciples outside Fengzong Island are nothing more than disciples of the sect that are not in the mainstream!
"Senior and junior have something urgent..." Faced with the pressure of the Lingwu realm warrior, Yue Wuxie was about to explain, but unexpectedly, the purple python gave a cold shout and slapped it with his palm.
The purple sword energy transformed into a huge palm shadow in the void. Looking up from a distance, this purple palm shadow enveloped Yue Wuxie.
If this palm falls, Yue Wuxie will be seriously injured even if he is not dead. Seeing this, everyone watching below sighed slightly, this disciple is in tragedy.
However, the eyes of some unworthy sect disciples were in vain. They stared blankly at the flying cloak behind Yue Wuxie, the silver moon, and the shadow of the sword!
This is the martial robe of a disciple of the Sword God Sect!