"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: "A member of the Juewuwei### clan, could it be that your Sword Temple wants to interfere in this matter?"
Boom! The heaven and earth roared together, and the power of heaven and earth condensed out. 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 spiritual energy in his body stagnated under this pressure. This old man was very strong, ridiculously 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 in vain Ye Shaohan and others standing in front of the valley.
The sword intentions of Wu Ling and others became more and more concentrated, and the aura of the fake Lingzong realm filled the air.
When the young man's eyes touched Ye Shaohan and others, a strange look flashed in the young man's eyes. He kicked off his feet and ran towards Ye Shaohan 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.
"A decisive battle, take the sword!" The old man raised his sword finger and pointed it down. The fallen petals floating in the valley spun in vain, like sword leaves. Wherever it passed, the rocks broke.
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, Jue Zhan nodded, his body without martial arts robes made a hunting sound, and he walked towards the Jue Wu Zhan sword.
There is a chill surrounding the sword, and there is also a chill surrounding the battle. The two chills merge together and are 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 the others suddenly jumped in front of Ye Shaohan and the others. A terrifying aura immediately emerged from the Wuling people, and they looked at the young man warily.
"Jun Mo Ge of the Sword Temple has met you all!" Sensing the hostility of Wu Ling and others, the young man said.
Withdrawing his gaze, Ye Shaohan looked at the so-called Jun Moge 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 Shaohan glanced 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 Shaohan'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 ###
The clan and the Sword Temple are fighting over this thing, kid, grab it!"
"Why don't we just have the ### clan and the white-eyed wolf from the Sword Temple to snatch it away!" Fire Qilin sneered.
Ye Shaohan was deep in thought when he suddenly heard Huo Qilin's words. He couldn't help but be startled. Before Ye Shaohan 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’s the second generation of sword intent!”
"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 Shaohan had no intention of seizing the sword, Huo Huo
Qilin persuaded.
"It seems that Xiao Huo has a deep grudge against the four ancient clans and the three palaces!" Ye Shaohan smiled in his heart, but Huo Qilin's words made Ye Shaohan a little moved. In just a moment, Ye Shaohan made a decision: "Then this
I’ve decided to take the sword!”
Seeing that Ye Shaohan and others did not say a word, Jun Moge sighed slightly and turned around to ask other warriors for help. However, at this time, Ye Shaohan 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 the Fallen Flower 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 Shaohan's face, "I want to take that sword!"
Apparently, Jun Moge mistakenly thought that Ye Shaohan was trying to get the sword for them. However, the opposite was true. Ye Shaohan was trying to get the sword for himself.
The explosion in the valley became louder and louder, but Ye Shaohan noticed that a little of Jun Moge's breath was always locked on Ye Shaohan. Obviously, if Ye Shaohan took the sword, Jun Moge could also find Ye Shaohan through his breath.
"It turns out there is a back-up plan!" Ye Shaohan smiled faintly, and the fire of reincarnation was running in vain. He was about to erase the aura, but after a pause, Ye Shaohan still did not erase the aura. He could not erase it after taking the sword.
Not too late.
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 Shaohan'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 Shaohan 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 Shaohan secretly thought, his figure falling lightly towards the stone trough like the falling petals of a fallen flower.
The appearance of Ye Shaohan 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 the others back with one sword strike. However, Jun Moge and the 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 Shaohan.
"Since we can't force these boys from the Sword Temple back, let's deal with the young man who took the sword first!" The latter is extremely young, and the old man subconsciously regards Ye Shaohan as a descendant of the Spirit Emperor 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 Shaohan, streams of breeze emerged from Ye Shaohan's hands, drifted away, and rolled up the petals.
"The flowers should be floating in the wind, but the sword's will never belongs to the flowers, because the flowers have their own destiny!" Ye Shaohan murmured to himself, and his body fell to the stone trough in vain. Under the stunned eyes of the old man, Ye Shaohan raised his right hand,
Gently reaching towards the sword
"Although Jue Wu has fallen for thousands of years, his Jue Wu sword still contains Jue Wu's sword intent and killing intent!"
"If an ordinary person touches the Jue Wu Zhan Sword, it will definitely cause a rebound of sword intent and killing intent!"
"No one can get their hands on the Jue Wu Zhan Sword!" The old man sneered, and his cold air spread along the shadow of the sword.
In an instant, the petals floating in the sky were immediately frozen, and the old man's gaze always fell on Ye Shaohan. As long as he touched the hilt of the sword, the absolute sword would inevitably burst out with a terrifying sword intent.
Its frozen petals fell on the sword, and its sword intent exploded in vain.
The entire Luoying Colorful Valley was shrouded in this terrifying sword intent, and the sword power of the old man and others also stagnated.
The absolute sword intent is always full of cold killing intent, and Ye Shaohan is the first to bear the brunt.
The sword intent shot directly into Ye Shaohan's soul as if it had materialized. Even in the face of this sword intent, Ye Shaohan still maintained the calmness on his face.
"This little pressure is far from enough!" Ye Shaohan said calmly, raising his sword finger and slamming it down. Invisible spatial ripples spread out along the fingertip and landed on the hilt of the sword.
"My sword intention cannot be suppressed by you, even if your master has not died!" The petals frozen by the cold air shattered in vain, and Ye Shaohan suddenly grasped the sword in his right hand.
The selfless sword intent erupted. At this moment, Ye Shaohan's sword intent was integrated into the sword intent of the second and third generations. How could the pressure of his sword intent be comparable to that of the remaining sword intent.
Suppression! Under the suppression of Ye Shaohan's sword intention, this sword intention surged into the sword like a tide.
The air in the Luoying Colorful Valley completely solidified, and the old man, Jun Moge and others were shocked. Is this palpitating sword intention the young man's sword intention?
An uneasiness spread in Jun Moge's heart. After erasing this uneasiness, the swords of Jun Moge and others became more fierce, trapping the three old men.