There are thousands of sword intents, and I always insist on my own!

The two phantom shadows slowly merged in Ye Chen's mind, and a picture appeared in Ye Chen's eyes in vain.

If a person with a weak mind is bound to sink into these pictures, Ye Chen knows that these pictures are the transformation of three generations of sword intent.

His state of mind was shaken by the sword intent of the three generations, so his own selfless artistic conception would also be shattered, so when facing these pictures, Ye Chen's mood was never at all

ōlan!

"No one can shake my artistic conception, not even you!" Opening his eyes, Ye Chen glanced at the stone statue of the three generations of moon gods, and continued to close his eyes.

In my mind, the two phantoms completely fused together, and those images faded.

Only the sound of the wind was left in the silence of the entire Luoxia Peak, and a few days later, Ye Chen suddenly got up, glanced at the Moon God Stone Statue, and muttered softly: "Finally succeeded!"

Turning around, Ye Chen held the Qilin Sword, lowered his head, and said in a deep voice: "Old man, I'm going to be baptized again!"

The sharp qi circulated around the Qilin Sword, and after a few breaths, all the sharp qi disappeared into the Qilin Sword, just like Ye Chen at this moment, back to the basics.

With a sword in his right hand and a back in his left hand, Ye Chen looked at the sword path that spread out, and said softly: "If you cross the tribulation here, I am afraid that the power of the sword intent tribulation will destroy Luoxia Peak!"

Saying this, Ye Chen raised his head, his gaze swept back and forth on the surrounding peaks, his right foot was raised, and he took a step forward, and the whole person merged into a sword light, sweeping across the sky.

The eyes of all the Sword God Sect disciples fell on that sword light, the sword light dissipated, and Ye Chen's figure appeared on a lonely peak not far from the five peaks of the Sword God.

On the lonely peak, there are no weeds, and its mountains and rocks are all straight into the sky, like a sharp sword with a handle out of the sheath.

Ye Chen stood on a mountain of rocks at will, hunting in a martial robe, raised his head, Ye Chen looked at the sky, and muttered softly: "It's finally coming!"

On Chaoyang Peak, the Lord of Chaoyang Peak looked at the lonely peak in the distance, and with a single step, just a few breaths, his figure appeared in the void next to the lonely peak.

Liu Yuyan and several people also arrived, and they all looked at Ye Chen in astonishment, not knowing what he was going to do.

At this moment, although Ye Chen was standing in front of the Chaoyang Peak Lord, the Chaoyang Peak Lords couldn't feel Ye Chen's breath, and when they saw this scene, their faces were full of shock.

"I can't actually sense the sect master's breath!" the Chaoyang Peak Lord muttered lightly, catching a glimpse of the shock in Liu Yuyan's eyes, he knew that this was not only the case for him, but also for everyone else.

You must know that several of them are in the Hún Martial Realm, but at this moment, they can't sense Ye Chen's breath.

With his gaze slightly off, Ye Chen glanced at the Chaoyang Peak Lord, nodded slightly, and said hello, then retracted his gaze and stared at the sky again.

However, this glance brought an inexplicable shock to the Chaoyang Peak Lord, just a bland look brought him an inexplicable coercion, and suddenly, the aura within a radius of hundreds of miles became violent, and gathered towards here.

Its strange sword groan resounded in the sky, and the figures of the Chaoyang Peak Lord were shocked, they were no strangers to such a scene, but all this was really a shock to them.

His eyes fell on Ye Chen, and Liu Yuyan's face was no longer as calm as before, "He wants to survive the sword intent tribulation?"

"A few months ago, it seems that the sect master had just passed the first sword intent tribulation, and now he is going to survive the second sword intent tribulation?" Looking at the emaciated figure, the Chaoyang Peak Lord said bitterly.

It's only been a few months, and this kid is about to survive the second sword intent tribulation, and this speed is too terrifying.

Condense the sword intent, spend the sword intent tribulation, survive the sword intent tribulation, its sword intent is more and more condensed, if it is not, it will be the end of the fall, and there is no other result.

"Thinking of the terrifying place of the Sword Intent Tribulation!" Chaoyang Peak Lord said loudly: "The disciples of the Sword God Sect listen to the order, and no one can get close to this mountain peak for several miles!"

The voice of the Chaoyang Peak Lord floated out, and the surrounding demonic beasts all dispersed in a panic.

Hearing this, those disciples who were originally stupid and stupid all stopped their bodies helplessly, and looked at the lonely peak with fiery eyes, the sect was going to suffer the sword intent tribulation!

', the sect master will kill the hún martial artist at the second layer of the hún martial arts, if the sect master survives this sword intent tribulation, then the strength is not even stronger!"

"The third-layer martial artist of the weak crown age, tsk, I will move when I think about it, I must cultivate diligently and catch up with the footsteps of the sect master!"

"Every gain means countless pays, I don't know how much the sect master has paid to get the strength he has now!" The whispering voice rang out, and every Sword God Sect disciple clenched their fists, as if it was not Ye Chen who wanted to survive the sword intent tribulation, but them. However, it can be seen from this that Ye Chen's status in the minds of these disciples.

Seeing this scene, Ye Chen smiled slightly, closed his eyes again, and continued to wait.

"With the degree of condensation of the sect master's sword intent, this sword intent must be extremely terrifying!" a Hún Martial Realm martial artist muttered softly.

Hearing this, the faces of several Chaoyang Peak masters were full of solemnity, and a general trend inadvertently emerged on several people, and the surrounding air was also suppressed.

Obviously, the Chaoyang Peak Lord and the others wanted to protect Ye Chen's formation, seeing this, Ye Chen smiled kindly, shook his head softly, and said, "There is no need for this, this sword intent tribulation, I have survived!"

A short sentence showed Ye Chen's self-confidence, for him, this was definitely not a sword intent tribulation, but a baptism.

Even so, the solemnity on the faces of several Chaoyang Peak Masters was still the same, and the Chaoyang Peak Lord said in a low voice: "Sect Master doesn't know, this Sword Intent Tribulation will be more terrifying than the first Sword Intent Tribulation. Therefore, when the Hún Martial Realm Martial Artists spend their sword intent tribulation, they will find a few Hún Martial Realm Martial Artists to protect their Dharma!"

"Dharma protector?" Ye Chen shook his head, looked at the void that was gradually becoming hazy, and muttered softly: "When the butterfly breaks the cocoon, if someone breaks through the cocoon, although the butterfly can see the sun, he has lost the opportunity to soar into the sky!

The dancing figure was embellished with this scissor-like mountain wind, and when they saw this scene, the Chaoyang Peak Lord was silent.

"Whether it's the first Sword Intent Tribulation, the second Sword Intent Tribulation, or the third Sword Intent Tribulation! This is always a new round of struggle, maybe every time you break out of the cocoon, it will be more difficult than the last time, but the sword intent is constantly improving and improving in the struggle. Speaking of this, Ye Chen didn't say anything more, and continued to close his eyes, the spring breeze in March was like scissors, and now the mountain wind was like scissors, blowing up Ye Chen's long hair like ink, and his robe was flying.

Immersed in Ye Chen's words, the Chaoyang Peak Lord and the others all looked at Ye Chen, and after a few breaths, the Chaoyang Peak Lord bowed to Ye Chen and said, "Thank you for the sect committee!" The rest of the Hún Martial Realm martial artists also bowed to Ye Chen, and said, "Thank you for the sect master's advice!"

Thinking of this, the Lord of Chaoyang Peak did not protect Ye Chen, but retreated aside, and Liu Yuyan and the others also retreated aside, and they all put away their momentum.

"In the future, it seems that this sword intent tribulation is even more terrifying than last time!" Ye Chen sat casually on top of the mountain rock, his eyes closed, and his aura completely disappeared, like a mountain stone.

The aura of heaven and earth was all violently condensed towards the void of the lonely peak, but it still did not form a calamity cloud, obviously, this sword intent calamity was still gathering momentum.

The longer it accumulated, the more terrifying its power became, seeing this, the Chaoyang Peak Lord and several people all looked at Ye Chen worriedly.

The stars are moving, day by day, for several days in a row, and the clouds of calamity have not yet formed, but a terrifying coercion is spreading out.

For several days in a row, the eyes of the Sword God Gate all fell on the lonely peak, never moving away.

On this day, in the void, the aura was thick enough to liquefy, and these aura churned like a tide, and finally converged, its lightning appeared, and a coercion descended from the void.

The aura transformed, and an extremely strange purple sè thundercloud emerged!