Hearing this, Ye Shaohan nodded slightly. Suddenly, his expression moved slightly, he raised his head, looked at the sky, and murmured softly: "It's similar to the aura of the Moon Temple!"
Several roars echoed in the sky in vain. This roar attracted everyone's attention, even Lu Gaoxiong and the other three.
In the sky above the Luoying Colorful Valley, several figures emerged, and they were several griffons. The huge figures of the griffons attracted everyone's attention as soon as they appeared.
On top of the griffon, several figures were vaguely visible. These figures stood on top of the griffin, exuding an extremely powerful aura.
The most surprising thing is that behind these people are all carrying an extremely heavy stone sword. On the body of the stone sword is carved a clear large character: Sword!
The sharp-eyed people immediately recognized the person and were secretly surprised: "It's actually someone from the Sword Temple!"
From the huge stone sword, several sharp auras spread out.
With his body slightly tilted, Ye Shaohan's eyes fell on several figures above the griffon. From these people, Ye Qi felt a fierce aura.
This aura is like an unsheathed sword, with its sharp edge clearly visible. Is this a disciple of the Sword Temple?
The aura flowing around these Sword Temple disciples is very similar to the techniques used by the Sword God Sect disciples, exuding a unique aura.
The huge stone sword made the slender figure stand out even more. Several of its figures took several steps across and jumped directly into the sky above the Luoying Colorful Valley.
The leader among these Sword Temple disciples is a young man. There is always a faint smile hanging on the corner of this young man's mouth, which makes people feel like a spring breeze.
Behind the young man were six Sword God disciples. These six Sword God disciples were all Lingzong realm warriors.
The gryphon hovered in the void, and its seven powerful auras exploded. The coercion of the seven Lingzong realm warriors covered up the sword intent in the colorful valley of Luoying.
"Thousands of years ago, your sword intention could dominate the world, but now, this fragmentary sword intention is so fragile!" The young man smiled lightly, raised his sword finger, and suddenly fell towards the colorful valley of fallen flowers below.
In an instant, an invisible space ripple spread out and hit the vortex above the Fallen Flowers Valley.
Its loud sword roar resounded, and a terrifying sword intent erupted on the giant sword.
Seeing this, Lu Gaoxiong and the others looked at the young man with solemn expressions. They bowed slightly to the young man and said, "Your Excellency, this is the center of our three sects!"
Before Lu Kaoxiong finished speaking, the young man chuckled: "There are some things that you can't touch!"
After a pause, the young man took a step forward, and his terrifying pressure swept out. The pressure was like a mountain pressing on the three of Lu Kaoxiong, "Sometimes, some words can bring disaster to the sect.
Isn't it?"
The stone sword flew into the air, and the young man and the others slowly walked towards the void of Luoying Colorful Valley. The auras of the seven people were completely gathered together. Every time they took a step, their auras tightly locked the three of Lu Kaoxiong.
A simple sentence brings an irresistible momentum to people, this is the disciple of the Sword Temple.
Bang bang! When the young man took the ninth step, the figures of Lu Gaoxiong and the three of them were suddenly shaken. Under this momentum, the three of them had to retreat dozens of steps back, and a trace of blood followed the three people's faces.
Drops from the corners of the mouth.
"You said this is the important place for your three sects?" The young man continued: "Whether it was before or not, now this place only belongs to the Sword Temple!"
Hearing this, the faces of Lu Kaoxiong and others changed slightly. Feeling the terrifying aura on the young man, Lu Kaoxiong sighed slightly. Compared to the behemoth of the Sword Temple, they really couldn't afford to offend him.
"Humph!" Lu Gaoxiong and the others snorted coldly, waved their sleeves, turned around and left helplessly, and jumped several feet away.
Just one name is enough to force three Lingzong realm warriors to retreat. This is the intimidating power of the Sword Temple. The warriors who were previously forced to retreat looked at Lu Kaohsiung and the three of them mockingly.
"These three people are very knowledgeable!" the young man said lightly, his eyes slightly lowered, looking at the giant sword in the whirlpool and the groove in the valley. The hot blood poured into the stone groove, and there was an inexplicable murderous intention.
It spreads out in the valley.
"The Holy Son's prophecy is correct. It seems that that unique sword will appear today!" The young man whispered: "However, this sword is something that the Holy Son values so, no one can step into the Valley of Fallen Flowers today!"
"If you want to break this sword formation, the only solution is blood sacrifice!" The young man raised his right hand and grabbed it in vain outside the valley.
At the same time, invisible energy surged out from the young man's right hand, directly forming an invisible hand shadow. With the hand shadow swept away, dozens of warriors were directly thrown into the Luoying Colorful Valley.
The sword energy was like falling stars, streaking across the sky, directly shattering the bodies of these warriors. For a moment, blood mist spread and finally gathered on the stone trough.
The killing intent became colder and colder, and the vortex in the void descended in vain, pouring into the stone trough. At the same time, the giant sword condensed from the sword intention did not enter the stone trough.
For a moment, the entire valley seemed to have turned into an ice cellar, and endless chill spread over the stone trough.
On the top of the lonely peak, the old man chuckled in vain, stared at the colorful valley of falling flowers, and chuckled: "This Sword Temple actually refuses the idea of Wu Zhanjian. How can others get involved in the belongings of my ### clan!
"
"Seven Lingzong realm warriors!" Juezhan said calmly: "Compared to the disciples of the Moon Temple, the strength of the disciples of the Sword Temple is actually several points stronger!"
"There is no battle sword that requires blood sacrifice to be born, so the blood of a Lingzong realm warrior is not just right!" The woman who had not spoken yet chuckled.
Hearing this, both the old man and Jue Zhan Jian frowned. If these seven people were forcibly killed, the Sword Temple would definitely investigate them.
Ding! The crisp sound of sword chants resounded in the Luoying Colorful Valley. For a moment, countless sword energy crisscrossed the Luoying Colorful Valley. The seven young people still walked towards the stone trough, their hand movements changing unsteadily, relying on the terrifying
Cultivation suppresses the sword energy around him.
The petals of falling flowers were floating in the air, and the entire Valley of Falling Flowers became a mess, losing its previous beauty.
Suddenly, an invisible ripple spread out from the stone trough, and a sword carved like jade emerged. The top and bottom of the sword were extremely scarlet, as if it was soaked in a pool of blood.
A terrifying sword intent is condensed on the sword. Not only that, there is also a shocking killing intent in this sword!
In front of the valley, Ye Shaohan frowned slightly, feeling the increasing sword intent, and murmured softly: "The sword intent is a bit familiar, but also a bit unfamiliar!"
"It's somewhat similar to the second generation's sword intention, but not exactly?" Ye Shaohan whispered: "Who is this Jue Wu, and why does his sword intention have the shadow of the second generation!"
Wu Ling and others used their spiritual energy to resist this inexplicable pressure. Similarly, when facing this sword intent, they couldn't help but think of the stone statue of the Moon God above the sword path.
"This is the sword that has slaughtered millions of living beings!" Even though he was a warrior in the Lingzong realm, when faced with the murderous intent contained in the sword, the young man's face also showed emotion.
Ten meters away, the young man and others were still ten meters away from the sword. The young man raised his right hand again, and his energy surged towards the stone trough. However, before he got close to the stone trough, his terrifying sword intent
Directly destroy the energy.
At the same time, it was as if the actual sword intent was suppressed directly on the young man. Bang bang, the young man took a few steps back, and a trace of blood dripped down from the corner of his mouth.
His eyes became extremely sharp in vain. The young man wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and chuckled: "Thousands of years ago, your master fell here. Now you are just a sword. After all, this sword is not your sword."
meaning!"
The shadow of the sword condensed out behind the young man. The young man's right hand held the shadow of the sword in vain, and the shadow of the sword crashed down with the force of thunder.
Bang bang! The space shattered in vain. Two sword intents clashed. After all, the young man took the upper hand. Endless sword intent surged towards the sword. The young man took several steps in succession. Just when the young man was about to hold the sword.
.
A sword chant resounded, and a sword intent that was even more terrifying than before exploded, directly piercing the young man's soul.
Bang bang! The young man's figure fell backwards like a kite with its string broken, looking at the sword in horror.
The young man should be looking at the sky above the sword, where three figures emerged, and they were the three Juezhan people.
The appearance of these three people not only attracted the attention of the disciples of the Sword Temple, but also attracted the attention of everyone outside the valley. The Qilin Ring flashed a red light, and at the same time the Fire Qilin's surprised voice also resounded in Ye Shaohan's mind: "##
#Clan!”
"These three people are from the ### clan!" Huo Qilin's voice was filled with surprise. He did not expect to meet people from the four ancient clans here.
"### clan!" Ye Shaohan's eyes did not change. He had noticed the breath of these three people and the breath of Xuan Bing Jue on the lonely peak in the distance before. He did not expect that these three people were authentic members of the ### clan.
!
"It seems that the four ancient clans have not withdrawn from the stage of the Martial God Continent. The four ancient clans, the three major halls, and the Sword God Sect are undoubtedly the weakest existence today. The road to the Moon God has a long way to go.
It’s far away!” Fire Qilin sighed softly.
Hearing this, Ye Shaohan shook his head slightly. Regardless of the three major palaces or the four major ancient clans, none of this has anything to do with him.
Raising his head, Ye Shaohan stared at the three figures. He felt an extremely terrifying aura on the three of them.
The young man also looked at the three of them and said coldly: "### clan!"
### clan!
Endless chill spread throughout the air, its scarlet sword vibrated slightly, and the sound of sword chants resounded.
The young man's eyes became extremely sharp in vain, and he stared directly at the three figures in the void, and said coldly: "### clansman!"
Cold air surged and gathered around the sword.
The old man lowered his head, looked at the cold air surging below, and whispered: "There is no 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 the others jumped dozens of meters away to avoid the incoming sword energy, and looked at the three figures with serious expressions.