Chapter 711 is to only take the sword, not the White Tiger Clan!

An endless chill spread, and its scarlet sword weapon shook slightly, and the sound of sword groans rang out. Starting

The young man's eyes became extremely fierce in vain, shooting directly at the three figures in the void, and said coldly: "White Tiger Clan!"

The cold air surged, gathering around the sword. The old man lowered his head, looked at the cold air surging below, and whispered, "Bladeless Battle Sword!"

The sword weapon let out a crisp sword groan in vain, and its sword groan attracted the sword qi in the valley, and the endless sword qi surged towards the young man and the other disciples of the Sword God Temple.

The momentum of the thunder was nothing more than that, and the young man and the others jumped out dozens of meters one after another, avoiding the sword qi that shot from him, and looked at the three figures with a rather solemn face.

"This place is definitely not the ruling children of the Bai clan, a few of them are going too far!" the young man said lightly, and one of his slender sword weapons appeared in his hand in vain.

Hearing this, the old man glanced down at the young man and said lightly: "The Absolute Blade is a member of my White Tiger Clan, could it be that the Sword God Temple wants to meddle in this matter?"

Boom! Heaven and earth roared together, and the momentum of heaven and earth condensed out, and as the old man's words fell, a terrifying coercion spread out, approaching the young man.

Bang bang! The young man's figure retreated a few steps backwards again, and the true qi in his body stagnated under this coercion, this old man was very strong, and the strength was ridiculous.

"I can only see the woman's cultivation, but the man and the old man's cultivation can't see it!" The young man wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and thought, "If the seven of me join forces, then it will definitely involve these three people!"

"It's just that if the seven of me involve these three people, then the sword weapon will inevitably be taken by others!" His eyes turned slightly, and the young man noticed Ye Chen and the others standing in front of the valley in vain.

The sword intent of several people in Han Jian also became more and more condensed, and the aura of the fake Hun martial realm permeated out.

When the young man's gaze touched Ye Chen and the others, a strange look flashed in the young man's eyes, and he kicked his feet and ran towards Ye Chen and the others in vain.

Seeing the young man leaving towards the outside of the valley, the old man snorted coldly, now is not the time to tear his face with the Sword God Temple, so he can only let these few people go.

"Fight, take the sword!" The old man's sword finger was raised, and with one finger, the petals of the fallen flowers floating in the valley spun in vain like a sword leaf, and where it crossed, the mountain stone broke.

Whoever approached this valley would surely experience the baptism of these petals, and after doing all this, the old man poked out his sleeves, and the pattern changed, and ripples spread out, striking at the sword.

The sword weapon shook, and the battle nodded, and there was no martial robe, and the hunting sound was there, and he walked towards the sword.

There was a chill around the sword, and there was also a chill around the battle, and the two chills fused together, indistinguishable from each other.

The petals of the falling flowers obscured everyone's sight, but the young man noticed the change in the valley, and kicked his feet again, and his speed skyrocketed by a few points.

A few zhang away, in the blink of an eye, the figures of the young man and the others suddenly jumped in front of Ye Chen and the others, and a terrifying momentum immediately surged out, looking at the young man vigilantly.

"Sword God Hall Jun Mo Ge has seen you!" Sensing the hostility of Han Jian and the others, the young man spoke.

Retracting his gaze, Ye Chen looked at the so-called Jun Moge, and said lightly: "Something?"

"Can you help me get the sword?" Jun Moge whispered: "If you help me get the sword, this kind of kindness, my Sword God Temple will definitely not ask!"

Hearing this, Ye Chenruo glanced at Jun Moge with deep meaning, but he felt a little stunned, but compared to the domineering of the disciples of the Moon God Temple, this disciple of the Sword God Temple looked much more pleasing to the eye.

"The sword intent of the second generation, why did I feel the sword intent of the second generation on that sword weapon, but there are some differences!" The voice of the fire qi phosphine resounded in Ye Chen's mind in vain.

"No matter what, the owner of that sword weapon should have something to do with 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 Qi's eyes: "This sword weapon is something that the White Tiger Clan and the Sword God Temple are fighting for, son, grab it!"

"With the white-eyed wolf of the White Tiger Clan and the Sword God Temple, it is better to snatch it over!" the Fire Qilin sneered.

Ye Chen was pondering, and suddenly heard the words of the Fire Qiqi Phosphine, and couldn't help but be stunned, before Ye Chen could speak, the Fire Qilin continued: "Whether it is the fourth generation of sword intent or the third generation of sword intent, they have all comprehended ten percent, and now it is the second generation of sword intent!"

"The sword intent on this sword is very similar to that of the second generation, but you can study the sword intent on this sword weapon, then, it must be much easier to comprehend the sword intent of the second generation!" Seeing that Ye Chen didn't have the intention of snatching the sword, Huo Qiqi persuaded him.

"It seems that the fire has a deep grudge against the four ancient clans and the three major halls!" Ye Chen said with a smile in his heart, but the fire qilin's method made Ye Chen a little moved, and in just an instant, Ye Chen made a decision: "Then this sword, I have decided!"

Seeing that Ye Chen and the others didn't say a word, Jun Moge sighed slightly, turned around and asked other martial artists for help, but at this time, Ye Chen suddenly spoke: "It's okay to take the sword!"

Hearing this, a smile rose at the corner of Jun Moge's mouth, and he whispered: "After taking the sword, we will wait at the lonely peak in the north of the Luoying Mountain Range!"

At the end, Jun Moge burst out with a fierce momentum in vain, turned around, and rushed towards Luoying Colorful Valley with his sword.

In an instant, a sharp sound of breaking wind floated out in the valley, and seeing this, a trace of astonishment welled up on Ye Chen's face...... I'm going to take the sword!"

Obviously, Jun Moge mistakenly thought that Ye Chen was going to help them get the sword, however, the truth was the opposite, Ye Chen was going to get the sword for himself.

The sound of its explosion in the valley became louder and louder, but Ye Chen noticed that Jun Moge's little breath was always locked on to Ye Chen, obviously, if Ye Chen took the sword, Jun Moge could also find Ye Chen through his breath.

"It turns out that there is still an aftermath!" Ye Chen smiled faintly, his reincarnation fire was running in vain, and he was about to erase that breath, but after a pause, Ye Chen still didn't erase that breath, and it was not too late to erase it after taking the sword.

In the Colorful Valley of Luoying, the sword qi was working like a torrent, and ten completely different sword intents erupted.

The old man looked at Jun Moge who came with a sword with a flat expression, and said lightly: "The son of the temple, I really think that the old man will not dare to kill!"

The sword intent condensed out, the old man's sword pointed down, and a melodious tiger roar resounded in vain, the sound sword broke through the air, the sword shadow fell, and the wolf slashed down on Jun Moge's long sword.

The blood qi surged, Jun Mo Ge forcibly held back the churning blood qi, his body retreated, and several other Sword God Hall disciples merged together to form a set of incomparably mysterious sword formations.

With the power of the sword array, the seven people trapped the three old men, but this could not last long.

"Now is the time to take the sword!" Jun Moge whispered, hoping that those people would not let him down.

In the fluttering petals, a figure appeared in vain, and the petals fell on the figure, falling to the ground.

Feeling the powerful sword intent, Ye Chen's gaze fell directly on the stone trough, where a blood-red sword weapon was spinning.

The killing intent was circulating within the sword, and it was precisely because he was familiar with the killing intent that Ye Chen could feel the earth-shattering killing intent contained in the sword.

"How many kills does this have to be formed to form a killing intent!" Ye Chen said secretly, his figure was like the falling petals of the fallen flowers, falling lightly towards the stone trough.

Ye Chen's appearance naturally attracted the attention of the old man and Jun Moge, seeing this, Jun Moge secretly sighed, as long as those people took the sword, then this sword weapon must belong to the Sword God Temple.

"Even if this son escapes by grabbing the sword, then according to the breath, I can find him!" The long sword in Jun Mo's singer became more and more powerful, and he tried his best to cut off the way of the old man and the others.

"There is actually a back move!" the old man snorted coldly, his sword intent turned into several ways, trying to force Jun Moge and a few people back with one sword, however, Jun Moge and a few people were able to resist the old man's attack with the power of the sword array.

For a while, the two sides were in a stalemate, the old man's sword finger moved slightly, and Luoying's petals turned into a sharp sword and shot towards Ye Chenji.

"Since you can't force back these sons of the Sword God Temple, then let's clean up the young man who took the sword first!" The latter was extremely young, and the old man subconsciously regarded Ye Chen as a junior of the Qi Martial Realm.

The petals of Luoying contain the sword intent of the old man, and only a soft petal is like a sharp sword that cuts through gold and broken stones.

However, when this petal fell less than a meter around Ye Chen, a breeze emerged in Ye Chen's hand, fluttered out, and rolled up the petals that shot from him.

"Flowers should float with the wind, sword intent never belongs to flowers, because flowers have their own fate!" Ye Chen muttered to himself, his figure fell to the stone trough in vain, and in the stunned gaze of the old man, Ye Chen's right hand was raised, and he gently leaned towards the sword weapon......