Eight hundred and twentieth chapters sword god sun
Chapter 822 Chang Daozhen The coldness of deep winter not only freezes the water vapor, but also freezes the roaring cold wind.
The sharp sound of breaking wind seemed to have stopped, and dozens of sword lights streaked across the sky, setting off a jidal wave in the space.
The sword light receded, and it was Ye Chen and others. Below were the mountains covered with snow, stretching endlessly, standing in the void, surrounded by the vast white sky and earth.
The world was quiet except for the roar of the wind. When they stopped, Ye Chen, Jue Lin, Qing Jue and others all looked ahead with solemn expressions. There, they felt several powerful auras.
Those powerful auras remained unmoved, as if they were waiting for the arrival of Ye Chen and others.
"The aura of a fool in the Moon Temple!" Qing Jue whispered, and the strong wind emerged from the soles of his feet from time to time: "A breath of sharpness!" Jue Lin whispered, and a thin figure could not help but appear in his eyes.
"Those who are not kind will not come!" Ye Chen said calmly, his eyes slightly tilted, but from all directions, he could feel the aura of the disciples of the Moon Temple.
"Yuan Cheng, they have been waiting for our arrival!" Ye Chen chuckled without any panic.
"Ahem!" Zhudao's cough sounded in vain, and a thin figure emerged dozens of meters away.
Even though they were tens of meters apart, Ye Chen could see that extremely pale face with just one glance, a face that was paler than snowflakes.
On the other hand, Jue Lin and the others had serious expressions on their faces. When the coughing sound started, they realized that it was that person. "We haven't seen each other for a long time. The leader of the Qinglong Clan, cough, cough. The leader of the White Tiger Clan, cough, okay."
There is a fifth generation who is meeting for the first time! Ahem!" Hikari spoke intermittently, coughing from time to time, and his face became increasingly pale.
Previously, the pomfret looked like a terminally ill patient, and his breath was extremely weak... as if he could die at any time.
"Sword God Riko!" Qing Jue whispered: "I haven't seen you for a long time, but Riko, your face is paler than before!"
Hearing this, an elegant smile appeared on Rigu's pale face: "That's why I hate winter and these snowflakes!"
Ye Chen remained silent after the appearance of the day. He could detect the solemn expressions of Qing Jue and others. The young man in front of him who looked terminally ill must not be simple.
"Sword God Rishu? Is this young man a swordsman?" His eyes were locked on Rishu, and Ye Chen's eyes were filled with a trace of deep thought.
The Martial God Continent respects martial arts, and swords are the king of weapons. Therefore, swords are the most commonly used weapons in the Martial God Continent, and few people use swords.
"Is this the person who had that sharp aura before?" Recalling that aura before, Ye Chen narrowed his eyes and looked at the young man in front of him quietly, but Ye Chen found that he couldn't see through the young man.
"There's something wrong, you rarely appear under the white snow!" Jue Lin also whispered, his eyes fixed on the pomfret. It was obvious that Jue Lin was extremely afraid of this young man.
Hearing this, Rizhao shook his head, stretched out his equally pale right hand, held the falling snowflakes, and murmured softly: "There is something that needs to be troubled by Godai!"
As soon as these words came out, both Jue Lin and Qing Jue tensed up and protected Ye Chen, looking at Ripo in fear.
These actions alone were enough to show the terror of this young man. Ye Chen secretly pondered: "This young man is very strong, and his strength is strong enough to make Qing Jue and the others afraid!"
"Then there are Lingwu realm warriors, at least the second level of Lingwu. There are indeed many strong ones from the Moon Temple!" While Ye Chen was meditating, his eyes were also fixed on Ri Yao.
Sensing Ye Chen's gaze, Rizhao smiled gently and said, "Wudai, you can't get what the prince wants!"
After a pause, Rizhao glanced at Jue Lin and chuckled: "So, you should return that tiger blade to the princeling!"
Hearing this, both Jue Lin and Qing Jue's eyes changed. The Tiger Blade, a heritage item of the White Tiger Clan, is in the hands of the fifth generation, so this time the Sunfish came for the Tiger Blade.
Thinking of this, two extremely terrifying auras burst out, locking Sun Pogo tightly. If Sun Pork made any move, he would be greeted by an offensive like a violent storm.
"Why, the Qinglong tribe and the White Tiger tribe are also involved in this matter, meddling in the affairs of the princelings?" The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and Riguo coughed several times again, his face getting paler, "The chill of the Jue Lin tribe is still as annoying as ever.
Hua Ke Ke Ke!”
Ri Yao's words undoubtedly meant that this matter is a matter between the Five Generations and the princelings. You, the White Tiger Clan and the Qinglong Clan, should be wise and don't get involved. Now, both the White Tiger Clan and the Qinglong Clan have returned to the Sword God Sect.
Things are their business. Therefore, the expressions of Qing Jue and Jue Lin remain unchanged, and their eyes are always so cold.
"Still such a bad temper!" Rizhao shook his head and whispered. Before he finished speaking, dozens of members of the princelings appeared around him.
Some of these princeling members are disciples of the Moon Temple, and some are elders or even sect leaders of some sects.
Without exception, these people are filled with an extremely terrifying aura, and this aura suppresses the surrounding void - a wave of fear.
"No one can take my things away!" Ye Chen, who had been silent as he glanced over, chuckled: "The snow is still a bit small, not big enough!"
Whoosh! Endless cold air swirled in the sky above me. The originally fluffy flying snow became heavier and heavier, and the sight of several people was partially obscured by the flying snowflakes.
"The prince likes snowflakes, but I hate snowflakes, ahem!" Rizhao chuckled, "Godai, your behavior is very rude!"
In an instant, countless sword lights shot out in vain in all directions. These sword lights passed directly over Qing Jue and Jue Lin, and landed directly on Ye Chen.
Whoosh! The sword light dissipated, and Ye Chen's figure also disappeared, leaving an afterimage! But the real Ye Chen appeared outside Fengmi, with a sneer on his lips, Ye Chen said lightly: "What you did is also very ugly.
Rude, isn't it?"
- The sword is alluring, the bright sword light suddenly rises, and its bright sword light turns into several rays and shines directly in all directions.
In vain, these sword lights disappeared in vain, appearing silently in front of the princeling members. When the sword lights dissipated, there were several tragic sounds, and several corpses were like the falling snowflakes, feebly facing downwards.
Falling away. The other princeling members retreated, even with a little blood on the corners of their mouths. Several of these people were Lingwu-level warriors.
"This sword is interesting, and this sword intention is also interesting!" In vain, a sharp artistic conception burst out from Rizhao's body. This is the sword's intention, and this is the sword's intention that belongs to Riyako.
At the same time, Ye Chen's body also burst out with sword intent. The sword intent condensed in the void and hovered above Ye Chen's head.
"The sword intention of the Fifth Generation really makes people feel frightened!" Rizhao murmured softly, the sword intention also condensed in the void, and a sword-shaped shadow emerged, a small and exquisite knife!
Two completely different intentions exploded. Ye Chen's sword intention was bone-piercingly cold, while Rigu's sword intention was like a spring breeze, with a killing intention as warm as the sun. Bang bang! The collision of sword intention and sword intention,
Both of them took one step back. However, Ye Chen took one step back, while Rizhao took several steps back. The sword intention and the sword intent dissipated the moment the two people stepped back, and the void regained its previous peace.
: There was rare seriousness in his lazy eyes. Rizhao coughed a few times and chuckled: "Ahem, a very strong sword intention. He can actually condense the sword intention to such an extent. He is worthy of the fifth generation! Ahem!"
"It's really strong!" Rizhao glanced at Qing Jue and Jue Lin, and sighed helplessly, "It seems that I can't get that tiger blade back today!"
Raising his head, Ripo looked at the endless void and chuckled: "That's why I hate snow, - when it snows, it is doomed to fail and nothing can be accomplished, so the prince can only get the Tiger 20 himself!"
"Ahem, then let's just say goodbye to today! Ahem, Godai, Zongbi Day is coming soon, I hope you won't be late!" As he said this, the figure of the scorpion disappeared in vain in the snow and cold wind.
Only his coughs were left.
The surrounding princeling members also retreated one after another, and for a while, only the roar of the cold wind was quiet all around: they appeared silently and disappeared silently. This action alone was enough to make Ye Chen fearful. Compared with his previous actions,
, I am not as good as today.
Looking at the flying snowflakes, Ye Chen didn't look away for a long time and whispered: "Who is he?"
"The second-largest figure in the princelings!" Jue Lin whispered: "The Sword God Sunfish!"