On the huge platform, hundreds of terrifying auras condensed out in the sky.

The momentum of the Fake Spirit Martial Realm and the Soul Martial Realm converged on the rise, forming a terrifying coercion.

This coercion tightly enveloped Ye Chen, but the snow around him was getting heavier and heavier, and the more strange it became.

Ignoring the terrifying coercion, this snow still fell lightly on the platform, standing in the wind and snow, Ye Chen's expression was still indifferent.

Standing on the sect steps, Ye Muwan's beautiful eyes always stopped at the figure, looking at the dense figures around her, Ye Muwan's eyes couldn't help but swell up a little worry.

But Ye Muwan has one thing to believe in, that is, Ye Chen will defeat those people.

This point, not only Ye Muwan firmly believes, but even Qing Jue and others are also convinced. Jian Xue's eyes were half-narrowed, and there was a little battle intent in her eyes when she looked at Ye Chen, "It's stronger than a few months ago!"

The snow fell on Ye Chen's slightly pale face, Ye Chen raised his head, and took a step forward with an indifferent face, this step was like stepping on the hearts of nearly hundreds of sect masters who were not in the stream.

The sound of footsteps was as loud as thunder, hovering in the sky. In an instant, countless Dao Sword Qi conjured out in the void, and Dao Dao Sword Intent also condensed out.

"Everyone, let's do it!" - a cold shout sounded, and before this cold shout fell, the brilliant sword light had already torn apart the void and covered the flying snow

In the center of the platform, Ye Chen's eyes were full of dense sword shadows.

There was no way out, and Ye Chen was completely enveloped by the sword momentum.

"Snow can be a sword, a sword that can overturn the world!" Ye Chen said lightly, his right hand was raised, and the sword finger fell with a bang.

In an instant, boundless snowflakes gathered towards Ye Chen, and with Ye Chen's sword finger, these pieces of snowflakes condensed into pieces of sword leaves.

The entire void seemed to have become a sea of swords, Ye Chen randomly clicked a few fingers, and for the first time, Ye Chen's sword intent permeated out, blending into this snow.

Xue Ben is dead, but Ye Chen gave it sword intent, then it is alive.

Snowflakes shot out in everyone's stunned gazes, and the thin snowflakes tore apart the void and pierced through the Dao Sword Shadow, and its roar suddenly rang out.

The Immortal Sect Master, who was raising his sword, looked at the snowflakes falling in the sky in shock, and the snowflakes were all condensed with terrifying sword intent.

The snow fell, falling on these people's bodies, and the sword intent on their bodies immediately disappeared, and the condensed sword intent was also destroyed.

The snow was falling heavier and heavier, covering the entire void, and this vast world was shrouded in this snow.

On Phuongjong Island, the magnificent buildings are covered in snow.

Tai Yanzi opened his eyes and stared at the snow falling in the void, "Snowflakes are really beautiful, and only snowflakes are the purest existence in the world, aren't they?"

"That person, it's not as annoying as I imagined!" The purpose was slightly lowered, and Tai Yanzi looked at the white-clothed Shengxue figure below, and the corners of his mouth raised a wicked smile.

The sunfish standing behind Tai Yanzi also raised his head, pinched the falling snowflakes between his fingers, and said helplessly: "But I still hate this snow!"

"But there is always a day, this snow will fall on the entire continent!" Tai Yanzi's eyes slowly closed, "It's not just the Martial God Nebula, but also the Tiangang Nebula!"

"Isn't this why the Taizi Party exists?" the sun mulled also closed its eyes.

This strange snow also stirred the mood of everyone present, and everyone reacted. However, this snow was undoubtedly a disaster for those who did not enter the Sect Master, and each piece of snow represented the condensed sword intent of the Dao.

The snow fell on those people, and they spurted blood, and they couldn't bear the snow, and when the snow fell, a striking sword mark appeared.

In an instant, in the flying snowflakes, the blood light of the Dao appeared, like a blooming snow lotus, in the void, blooming in vain.

The burst of blood stained the flying snow, and the snow was getting weirder and weirder.

When the snow fell, the body of every Sect Master who did not enter the stream seemed to be smashed by a huge force, and the whole person retreated again and again, his face extremely pale.

There was an eerie silence all around, only the dull sound of Dao Dao sounded, and the figure of Dao Dao fell weakly from the platform and smashed down on the steps of the sect like a kite with a broken string.

There are fewer and fewer figures on the platform, and there are more and more figures under the sect steps, if it weren't for Ye Chen's unmoved killing intent, those people would have become cold corpses.

Until the end, only the figure of Dao was left on the entire platform.

At this moment, everyone's eyes were focused on this snow, the figure of the white-clothed Shengxue, and the snowflakes were flying around him, but they did not fall on him.

In just a few breaths, nearly hundreds of Sect Masters who were not in the stream were defeated, and they were defeated under this strange snow.

Those people got up one after another, looking at the Jiying standing on the platform with complicated expressions.

Casually—the sect master stepped forward—and whispered, "Thank you, Your Excellency, for your mercy!" After speaking, the sect master turned around and returned to his sect.

"Thank you, Your Excellency, for your mercy!" More and more people spoke up, they were indeed defeated, but they were convinced, they were indeed inferior to the Sword God Sect Sect Master.

Looking at those departing figures, Ye Chen's eyes were still so indifferent, raising his head, Ye Chen looked at the old man standing in the void, and said lightly: "This seat has defeated all the sect masters of the non-flow sect present!"

"Then according to the rules, the Sword God Sect is already a third-rate sect, right?" Ye Chen's voice turned into the sound of heaven and earth and spread out, blending into this wind and snow.

Hearing this, the old man nodded, and said slowly: "According to the inkstone rules, the Sword God Sect is advanced to the Sect of the Sect of the Sect!"

"Now that the challenge is over, let's move on to today's Zongbi!" The old man's right hand was raised, and the stone sword inserted on the platform emitted a crisp sword groan, and the sword qi was about to begin to transform again.

But at this moment, Ye Chen spoke again: "Is it over?"

"It's just the real beginning, this seat represents the Sword God Sect to challenge all the sect masters of the third-rate sect, so the first, who will come!" Ye Chen's voice resounded, like a gust of yin wind, blowing through the surrounding sect steps.

Ye Chen's words did not break the silence around him, as if his voice was the source of the futile silence around him, and as his voice echoed in the wind and snow, the surroundings became more and more silent.

Absolute silence often rises - an invisible coercion, at least, Ye Chen stood there, and it became a coercive existence.

No one in the third-rate sect stood up, they just silently stared at the figure of the white-clothed Shengxue in front of them.

The white-clothed figure like snow, Ye Chen's demeanor was completely imprinted in the depths of their eyes, Ye Chen turned around, his gaze fell on the location of Ling Tianzong from afar, and said lightly: "First battle, the Sword God Sect challenges the sect master of Ling Tianzong!"

The surroundings became quieter and quieter, and at this moment, everyone finally realized why Ye Chen had to enforce this rule that had been covered for thousands of years, and everyone gradually felt Ye Chen's madness.

Sweeping the Sect that did not enter the stream was just to create an opportunity to kill Ling Tianzong An Yue, in front of everyone, in front of the sect judges, and in front of the three hall masters.

Ling Yue's whole body trembled, he still couldn't forget the scene on the ice field, and his fear of Ye Chen had become his instinct.

Ling Yue had fear in his eyes, and he had a feeling that as long as the other party had a thought, he would end up in a soul trap.

"I remember that the rule was set like this, if the challenger wants to challenge which sect, then the sect needs to fight unconditionally, am I right?" Ye Chen looked at the old man calmly with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Anyone could hear the killing intent in Ye Chen's words, and when he heard this, the old man nodded and said slowly, "Hmm!"

The sword finger was raised slightly, and the old man's gaze also fell on the location where Ling Tianzong was, pointing at Ling Yue who was standing in the crowd, and said lightly: "Ling Tianzong Sect Master Ling Yue, please come to the stage to challenge!"

Those third-rate sect masters all looked at Ling Yue with unkind eyes, if it weren't for Ling Tianzong, how could that madman challenge all third-rate sects.

"As the master of the sect, how can you cower in the face of challenges!"

"The glory of the sect is to be guarded with your life, as a sect master, how can you retreat!" - Dao Dao whispers sounded in Ling Yue's ears.

Those people used to call themselves brothers, and now, these people have a look of disgust in their eyes.

And the old man's words were more piercing than the cold wind, Ling Yue's body was shocked, and an inexplicable chill spread in his heart, looking at the familiar faces around him, Ling Yue had a feeling of being abandoned by the whole world.

Despair, the despair of being abandoned by the whole world! Ling Yue's eyes were bloody, and at this moment, the fear in his eyes dissipated a lot.

Ling Yue's gaze coldly swept over those people, even if I want to die, I, Ling Yue, will die absolutely.

Turning around, Ling Yue looked at the disciples of Ling Tianzong behind him, he smiled, if his death could be exchanged for the vitality of these disciples, then it would be worth it.

"Remember, as a martial artist, you must be fearless, and as a man, you must dare to act!"

After speaking, Ling Yue's body swelled with a pure momentum, turned around, and walked forward without hesitation.

"When he was young, the old man had never been frivolous, but today, the old man is crazy!" Ling Yue looked at the sky and roared.

With the roar, Ling Yue's figure suddenly rushed out, his gaze was firmly fixed on Ye Chen, and a terrifying momentum welled up from his body, which seemed to have broken through the fake Spirit Martial Realm and reached the Spirit Martial Realm.

At this moment, Ling Yue shattered the true crystal, burned the power of the soul, and a breath of absolute auras permeated his heart, and for the sake of this madness, he cut off his own vitality.

Ling Yue's figure was like a meteor across the sky, heading straight for the platform.

In this process, the momentum on Ling Yue's body continued to rise, and the bottleneck that had been stuck was also dissipated, and with this absolute momentum, his sword intent evolved to the peak.

"What he did in the future, the old man did make a move, so even if you die today, the old man will make you pay the price!" Looking at the figure of the white-clothed Shengxue, Ling Yue roared, echoing around......