Chapter 1029 Sword God disciples, how can they be forced?
The two qi of life and death shuttle through the dense forest. The cold wind blows through, and the layers of green waves stir up thousands of the two qi of life and death.
Ye Chen's figure shuttled through the forest like a ghost, erratic.
Ye Chen's breath completely calmed down. If Mu Chen hadn't been able to see the erratic figure in front of him, he almost thought Ye Chen had disappeared.
Occasionally, the roars of some living and dead animals were heard in the forest, breaking the tranquility.
Relying on Han Jian's aura, Ye Chen and others moved forward silently, without attracting the attention of the surrounding beasts of life and death.
The light from the gray sky fell and fell on the leaves, leaving streaks of light.
A tall figure stood in the forest of rocks, holding a giant sword in his one-armed left hand, and struck forward with one sword after another, causing a series of explosions.
After hundreds of consecutive blows, the middle-aged man stopped the sword, and sweat had soaked his body: "The strength of the sword is still not enough!"
With a resolute face and a firm look in his eyes, the middle-aged man rested for a moment, held the sword again, and continued to practice.
However, at this moment, a sound of breaking wind sounded, and his back rushed out of the surrounding stone forest and rushed towards the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man frowned slightly, and his body suddenly bent down to avoid the approaching shadow. He held the giant sword tightly in his left hand and raised it from bottom to top.
Phew! Its sword intent condensed, tearing at the surrounding void, and the huge sword body suddenly fell on the phantom, bang!
There was a dull sound, and a flash of blood appeared. The figure fell to the ground, and it turned out to be an ordinary wolf-shaped beast of life and death.
Fresh blood burst out, and the middle-aged man stared at the corpse at his feet, with a trace of solemnity in his eyes: "Why does this beast of life and death appear here!"
The pungent smell of blood filled the air. The middle-aged man frowned in vain and looked around. A series of roars resounded around him, and his blood shadow swayed in the surrounding dense forest.
"More than fifty wolf-shaped beasts of life and death!" The middle-aged man's heart suddenly sank. He chose this place to practice because it was quiet and safe after all. How could there suddenly be so many beasts of life and death?
His eyes became sharp in vain, and a figure flashed through the middle-aged man's mind, "Is that the only person who would be like this? Instead of doing it in a fair and just way, he would actually plan to ambush me?"
Surrounded by numerous beasts of life and death, the middle-aged man showed no fear in his eyes and rushed out with a huge sword. The huge sword body fell with a crash, and the sword intent flowed out.
Stimulated by the smell of blood, more than fifty living and dead beasts went crazy and besieged the middle-aged man.
In the distance, on top of a tall treetop, a young man stood on it, looking coldly at the fighting scene below, with a smile on his lips: "Han Jian, this is where you will be buried today!
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"For decades, the Lord has seldom set his sights on a woman! This woman is destined to belong to the young master, and no one can get her hands on her!" The young man sneered, but his figure turned into a streak of light and disappeared.
The middle-aged man is Han Jian. The huge and heavy sword is like a feather in his hand. The sword light flows, and its sharp sword intention makes Han Jian's sword power even more terrifying, tearing apart the giant shadows that are coming towards him.
The hot blood splashed on Han Jian's body, but Han Jian's eyes became more and more fierce. Now he was only at the third level of Soul Martial Arts. Facing this continuous offensive, he was still struggling effectively.
However, Han Jian knew that he could not die here, so he dealt with every sword attack with all his strength. He was bound to kill a giant wolf with one sword blow.
However, there was also an eye-catching scratch on his body. The burning pain further aroused Han Jian's will, blood rained down, and sword energy surged.
What was ringing in his ears was its ear-piercing roar. As the injuries on his body worsened, Han Jian's consciousness gradually faded away, his vision gradually blurred, and the giant sword in his hand became extremely heavy.
Despite this, Han Jian still held on. It was not until the last roar dissipated that the giant sword in Han Jian's hand fell to the ground, and his figure fell into a pool of blood. Han Jian's breath gradually weakened, "Hold on.
Got it!"
"It's a pity that the injury is too serious!" Han Jian pressed his only left arm on the ground and tried to stand up, but after several attempts, he fell into a pool of blood again. "I've run out of fuel and I'm really unwilling to give in!"
The vitality was draining out of Han Jian's body, and Han Jian's world seemed to turn blood red.
Bang bang! Suddenly, the sound of footsteps gradually sounded in Han Jian's ears. Han Jian raised his head with great difficulty and looked forward, but his distracted eyes were in vain.
In the blood-red world, a figure dressed in white like snow emerged, along with an overly young face.
"The sword is not broken, but the person is here!" A familiar voice came to Han Jian's ears. Han Jian's scattered consciousness gathered again, and his blood-stained pupils also burst into ecstasy: "
metropolitan!"
His tone was trembling, and Han Jian was even a little afraid that this was just a fantasy that occurred before his death.
Ye Chen took out hundreds of blood crystals. The blood crystals shattered and the blood mist filled the air. Its strong vitality was brought out. As Ye Chen pressed Han Jian's shoulder with his right hand, its strong vitality merged into Han Jian's body.
Han Jian's injuries were relieved, and his mind gradually became clearer.
Whoosh! Several blasts of wind sounded, and Mu Chen and Qianchuan Xue also rushed over and stood on the tall tree pole.
Looking at this scene, Han Jian knew that everything in front of him was real and not his imagination.
"Sect Master!" Han Jian got up from the pool of blood. Regardless of his injuries, he respectfully bowed to Ye Chen as a disciple.
"The third level of Soul Martial Peak, it only takes time to step into the fake Spirit Martial Realm!" Ye Chen did not refuse Han Jian's discipleship gift. His eyes swept over Han Jian's scratched body, and the eye-catching scratches were also covered up.
Without those dense scars, it is obvious that Han Jian has not been doing well this year. Hell is a stage for killing, a paradise for the strong, and a hell for the weak! The Soul Martial Realm can only be slaughtered here.
The object of Han Jian's survival has been through hundreds of life and death baptisms.
"Although I have alleviated your injury with vitality, you still have to rely on yourself!" Ye Chen did not stop Han Jian, who was about to speak, and said calmly: "It is most important to stabilize the injury first, otherwise it will cause serious harm to the soul.
Got it!"
With Ye Chen's current strength, it was easy to see Han Jian's injuries.
Hearing this, Han Jian looked worried, but he also realized the seriousness of the injury and sat directly on the pool of blood to practice.
The spiritual energy of heaven and earth surged wildly, and the former peace was restored in the dense forest. Young Master Su, Leng Feng and others all looked at Han Jian. Although they had questions in their hearts, they did not ask any questions.
Han Jian only suppressed the injuries in his body. After a while, Han Jian stood up, his breath no longer as weak as before, "Sect Master, Feng Ge is in trouble!"
"Feng Ge!" Ye Chen closed his eyes slightly, and his terrifying soul power swept out. On this huge stone, he did notice Feng Ge's breath, but Feng Ge's breath was stable, not like Han Jian.
weak.
The situation was serious, so Han Jian told Ye Chen the ins and outs of the matter simply and clearly. At the end of the sentence, a trace of shame flashed across Han Jian's eyes, blaming his own lack of strength.
Hearing this, Ye Chen frowned in vain, and a chill flashed through his dark eyes.
"No one in our Sword God Sect can be forced to do anything, not even the martial arts realm!" A sneer appeared on the corner of Ye Chen's mouth, and murderous intent emerged.
A year ago, the warriors who entered the Sword Tomb entered hell one after another, and so did Han Jian and Feng Ge.
However, Han Jian and Feng Ge appeared in Youzeng Hell, the hell filled with magma. After months of fighting, Han Jian met Feng Ge, which was quite rare. After that, the two of them traveled together to deal with the endless
Continuous fighting.
When the Abyss of Life and Death opened, both Feng Ge and Han Jian went to participate in the battle of life and death, and through team comparison, they also obtained the qualifications to enter the Abyss of Life and Death.
However, trouble also came. A martial arts warrior in Han Jian's team fell in love with Feng Ge and wanted to marry Feng Ge.
It's okay if Lang is in love with his wife. The key point is just wishful thinking on the part of the martial artist. What's more, as far as Han Jian knows, the reason why the martial artist wants to marry Feng Ge is not because he likes Feng Ge, but because he has a crush on him.
Feng Ge’s beauty should be based on Feng Ge’s furnace.
The method of cultivating the furnace is extremely evil. In the end, the one who becomes the furnace will inevitably lose his vitality and his soul.
Therefore, when female warriors serve as furnaces, the results are also destined. Few people voluntarily become furnaces, and most of them are forced.
Ye Chen also heard Liu Dong talk about this cauldron in the lonely hell, but he never expected that it would happen to a disciple of his sect.
"How can I, a disciple of the Sword God Sect, let anyone insult me?" Ye Chen also admitted that he was very protective of his shortcomings. At least, as the leader of the Sword God Sect, he had to protect Han Jian and others.
Mu Chen's eyes were still blank, and he just gently held the hilt of the sword.
Whoosh! Dozens of sharp blasts of wind echoed through the air, and several figures flashed among the treetops.
Ye Chen raised his head and his eyes fell on those figures. The murderous intent in his eyes restrained and his expression was calm. These figures were not warriors from hell, but people from the three ancient tribes.
"I've seen the Five Dynasties!" The elder of the Qinglong Clan who was headed was in a rather embarrassed shape, with more or less sword marks on his body. When he saw Ye Chen in white clothes in front of him, he said with an ecstatic expression.
"I've seen the Five Dynasties!" The two people from the three ancient tribes who followed also saw Ye Chen and shouted one after another. They also noticed Qing Jue.
Ye Chen nodded in return, and glanced at the three ancient people. They all had injuries on their bodies. Although their souls were not hurt, they were still seriously injured.
"What's going on?" Ye Chen said calmly, his eyes falling on the sword marks on the three of them.
Hearing this, the three of them all looked slightly embarrassed.
"Qingliu, what's going on!" Qing Jue also asked aloud. He realized the seriousness of the matter. With the strength of Qingliu and the other three in the Lingwu realm, together they could compare to the peak of Lingwu. The only one who could seriously injure them was
Martial arts realm or half-step martial arts.
Qingliu, the elder of the Qinglong tribe, sighed slightly and said: "We are not strong enough and we were defeated by the opponent's sword. No wonder!"
"The injury is serious, who made the move?" After what he said before, Ye Chen was sure that the person who made the move must be the martial arts warrior mentioned by Han Jian before.