The coercion of the Martial Dao Realm spread across the sky, and the entire Fengzong Island was boiling in time.

The second-rate sect is advanced, which is also extremely rare in the history of Zongbi.

Originally, as long as the sect had a martial arts realm martial artist and ten spiritual martial arts realm martial artists, then the sect could be advanced to a stream sect.

And there are less than ten martial artists in the Spirit Martial Realm of the Divine Sword Villa, and only by challenging can they advance to the Flowing Sect.

It's just that this challenge is a bit rushed, but also a little timely.

Raising his head, Ye Chen looked at Feng Zongdao with an indifferent expression, and the corners of his mouth pulled into a smile: "Sudden challenge!"

"If the Divine Sword Villa wants to challenge the second-rate sect, then it can be challenged before, why wait until the third day of the sect competition is over, and the Divine Sword Villa will stand up!" Qing Jue whispered, his sword eyebrows furrowed slightly.

"Because the previous five generations were not there, and at this time, the five generations are back!" said Jue Lin with a solemn expression.

"This is a premeditated challenge, and it is better to say that it is a challenge to the second-rate sect, but it is better to say that it is a challenge to the Sword God Sect!" Xuan Jian said with the same solemn expression.

It's just that they have some doubts, the Sword God Gate and the Sword Villa have no grievances, why the Sword Villa would target the Sword God Gate.

"No, it should be a challenge to me!" Ye Chen said lightly, "Excalibur Villa is just the object of their control!"

Control the Divine Sword Villa! Qingjie's face suddenly sank, and he said in a deep voice: "Holy Son Party!"

"A few years ago, the Divine Sword Villa joined the Holy Son Party, and at that time, the strength of the Divine Sword Villa was at the bottom of the second-rate sect!"

"And over the past few years, with the help of the Holy Son Party, the strength of the Divine Sword Villa has increased rapidly!"

"In other words, it's not the Divine Sword Villa that is targeting the Sword God Gate, but the Holy Son is targeting the Five Generations!" Speaking of this, Qing was desperate for Ye Chen.

Qing Jue and the others still can't forget that day, when the unfathomable strength of the Holy Son defeated the five generations with just one finger.

"Holy Son, Sword Holy Son!" Ye Chen whispered, "The game between the hunter and the prey, it's just that sometimes, the position between the hunter and the prey is exchanged!"

Speaking of this, Ye Chen's eyes were full of a chill, and an endless cold aura appeared around Ye Chen.

"The will of the Martial Dao ignores the rules and ignores the supernatural powers!" Xuan Jian said softly: "This is also the reason why the martial arts realm martial artists can sweep the martial arts of the Spirit Martial Realm!"

Speaking of this, Xuan Jian raised his head and looked at Ye Chen with a little worry.

"Martial Will!" Ye Chen didn't say anything, but beckoned and walked towards Fengzong Island, "Let's go!"

After experiencing the dream of four generations of moon gods, Ye Chen's body has undergone inexplicable changes, although his cultivation has not increased, but there is an inexplicable coercion between his gestures.

Looking at the figure that walked away on the snow, Qing Jue and the others had a strange feeling, the five generations have changed, but where has changed, they can't say.

Bang bang! The strong aura erupted on Qing Jue and the others, and they got up, and everyone followed closely behind Ye Chen, stepping on the snow and walking towards Fengzong Island.

In the twilight of the twilight, Ye Chen walked out of the endless afterglow and stepped on the snow.

The originally slightly noisy sect platform immediately fell silent, and the scene fell into a death-like silence.

Countless gazes with different emotions were projected towards Ye Chen, some of them were complicated, some were admired, and some were mocking.

And the sect masters of those Sect Sects, their eyes swept back and forth between Ye Chen and the three legends, and three days ago, the earth-shattering battle was still hovering in their minds.

"Although this son's cultivation is good, there is still a definite gap compared to the Holy Son and the other three!" - Famous - Sect Master whispered.

"If it is a few years later, this son may be able to compare to the three legends, but the genius who has not yet grown up is not a strong man after all!" - The martial arts realm martial artist said lightly, and at the same time, his eyes looked at the three major halls with deep meaning.

"Born in the wrong era, this is destined to be the era of the three legends!" said the other Sect Master, who was also lamented.

― The flow sect can talk about Ye Chen, but those second-rate sects, third-rate sects, no one dares to talk about them if they don't enter the flow sect.

The three legends were out of reach for them, and Ye Chen in front of them was also like a mountain-like existence for them.

The afterglow of the setting sun fell into Ye Chen's dark eyes, and his expression was always the same, not wavering, like a stagnant water.

Raising his head, Ye Chen looked at the highest sect rank, his gaze swept over the three hall masters, and finally landed on the Holy Son, it was just this indifferent gaze.

However, this was the hope that the Holy Son had a thrilling feeling, and the black mist on his body seemed to be pierced by this gaze and dispersed in all directions.

"Condensation!" the Holy Son shouted coldly, the smile on the corner of his mouth froze in vain, and the tumbling black mist around him calmed down.

It's just that the previous thrilling feeling still hovers in the heart of the Holy Son, and in an instant, he even has the illusion that his whole body, all the secrets, is known by that gaze!

"Compared to three days ago, that gaze is even more terrifying!" -- a monstrous aura filled the Holy Son's heart: "However, ants are ants after all, and they can shake the sky!"

Speaking of this, the corners of the Holy Son's mouth once again pulled into a smile.

It's just that the Holy Son didn't notice Murong Yu's slightly solemn expression at the moment.

Murong Yu's face showed a rare solemn look, and at this moment, his eyes were like a real sword, looking directly at Ye Chen who was standing in the twilight, his heart was shaken, and he faintly felt a trance.

This figure did not come out of the twilight, but from the ancient era, and on the figure of the white-clothed Shengxue, Murong Yu felt the vicissitudes of life.

Not only him, but also Xuanyuan Ye, his face also showed a rare solemnity, his heart was shaken, looking at that figure, he also had a feeling of trance, this figure seemed to exist forever, as if it had existed thousands of years ago.

"In him, I see the shadows of the four generations!" the hall master of the Martial God Hall whispered, and at the same time, he looked at the proud son below with deep meaning.

"But after all, it's just the shadow of the fourth generation, and he is the fifth generation after all!" Huang Pu, the hall master of the Martial God Temple, closed his eyes lightly, and even so, there was still a wisp of awe in his heart that he didn't want to believe.

"He's back!" Seeing Ye Chen's appearance safe and sound, Ye Muwan secretly relented. Gas.

Ever since Ye Muwan saw that Ye Chen had been defeated by the Holy Son three days ago, she had been worried.

Ye Chen retracted his gaze, the aura on his body completely converged, at this moment, he looked like a gentle and elegant scholar, without any fluctuations in cultivation.

Now that the Sword God Sect has advanced to a second-rate sect, therefore, the sect rank of the Sword God Sect has also appeared in the ranks of the second-rate sects.

Stepping on the flying snow, Ye Chen walked towards the sect steps step by step, and it was not until he stood on the steps that Ye Chen closed his eyes and continued to cultivate.

Qing Jue and the others looked solemnly at the owner of the Divine Sword Villa standing on the platform, they couldn't be as indifferent as Ye Chen.

Some people are destined to become the focus of the audience, and Ye Chen has become the focus of the audience, and it was not until the moment Ye Chen closed his eyes that everyone gathered their eyes on the platform.

The owner of the Divine Sword Villa did not exist, and on the outside he looked like a middle-aged man, with a tall figure, like the spine of a sword, with a faint indifference on his face carved out like a knife.

Especially that deep eyes contained endless sword qi, he stood on the platform with his sword, his gaze swept around indifferently, and said lightly: "The Divine Sword Villa does not have to challenge the various sect masters of the second-rate sect, the first--one, who will fight!"

Just a sentence brings endless coercion to people, this is the momentum of the martial arts realm martial artists, even if they do not exist, they have only broken through to the martial arts realm, and their time is less than a month.

The audience was silent in vain, and most of them turned their gaze to Ye Chen.

Taking a few deep breaths, the Ten Thousand Feather Sword Sect Sect Leader Jian Yu held his sword and stood up, the sword qi permeated the soles of his feet, and every time he took a step, the momentum on Jian Yu's body became stronger.

"Ten Thousand Feather Sword Sect Sect Leader Sword Feather!" Jian Yu said in a deep voice, the endless sword intent condensed in his body, and when he said this, the momentum on his body completely reached its peak.

"Please advise!" said lightly, not even mentioning the sword, his eyes were like electricity, and he looked straight at Jian Yu.

At the moment when the sword intent condensed, the sword feather came out, and the sword was the strongest, and the sword shadow penetrated the heavens and the earth, merging into the power of the rules, and slashed across the sky like a long rainbow, almost imperceptible to the naked eye, but in the next breath, the sword appeared in vain in front of the immortal.

When the sword came out, the color of the heavens and the earth changed, and the sky was torn apart, as if the forces of heaven and earth could not resist the sword in front of it.

However, in the face of this terrifying sword, he did not raise the sword, but pointed at it as a sword, and pointed out his finger lightly, and the will of the martial arts was integrated into it.

There are no rules, no supernatural powers! It's just a finger, the finger of the sword tore apart the sword light and landed on the long sword, and the roar of the Tao like a metal clash resounded, and the roar echoed between heaven and earth.

―The figure of the Dao is still standing in place, while the other figure of the Dao is like a kite with a broken string, falling backwards, swooping, retreating dozens of steps, and it is a sword feather.

Raising his head, Jian Yu looked at the non-existent who was still standing in place, and the corners of his mouth pulled out a helpless smile.

"Thank you for your mercy, the Ten Thousand Feather Sword Sect admits defeat!" Lifting the sword, Jian Yu turned around and walked back to the sect where the sect was located.

To Jian Yu standing on the platform to admitting defeat, it is only a few dozen breaths, but only a few dozen breaths, success or failure has been separated, so we can know the horror that does not exist.

This sentence was vividly embodied in the following battle, and it was not like walking around on the platform in a leisurely manner, and the seemingly light sword defeated people.

"The Overlord Sword Pavilion is defeated!" "The Heavenly Machine Pavilion is defeated!" "The Ten Thousand Swords Ancient Sect is defeated!" "The Feather Sword Sect is defeated!"

Dozens of sects were defeated under the sword of Wucun, and at this moment, everyone had a feeling of trance, in Wucun's body, they seemed to see the scene where Ye Chen swept the third-rate sect a few days ago.

The starlight was pervasive, and under the stars, the dazzling sword light flew on the platform.

There was nothing to say in the night, and only in this night, everyone also saw the horror that did not exist.

The sky gradually brightened, and on the platform, there was no existence that once again defeated the martial artist of the third layer of the famous spirit martial arts.

"The Sword Yan Sect is defeated!" As the old man's voice sounded, everyone realized that in just one night, Bu Cun had defeated nearly all of the second-rate sects.

And there is only one sect left on the scene, the Sword God Gate!