Chapter 825 The figure under the snowflakes is endless

The shadow of death permeated the depths of Han Jian's soul, and in just a moment, the experience of this life flowed in front of Han Jian's eyes like a tide.

"There are three regrets in life, one of them is that I didn't participate in the Zongbi and win glory for the sect, second, I didn't see the rise of Luoxia Peak, and third, I didn't see the Sword God Sect re-dominate the Martial God Continent!"

The brilliant sword light was getting closer and closer, and under this brilliant sword light, Han Jian's will even began to blur.

"I am not afraid of life and death, but it is better to die vigorously than to die in such an embarrassment!"

"Let life bloom to the last brilliance!" Han Jian couldn't help but think of a figure, a thin figure: "Sect Master!"

The closed eyes opened in vain, and Han Jian's originally hanging long sword was raised again, and a sword intent that was even more terrifying than before exploded on Han Jian's body.

"This sword, I merge into my life, I merge into my sword intent!" A sword was raised, and in the face of this sword of the Spirit Martial Realm martial artist, Han Jian finally chose to resist.

Although his resistance didn't work, at least he made his life shine.

"The disciples of the Sword God Sect are not afraid of life and death, and the disciples of Luoxia Peak are not afraid of life and death!" A cold cheer suddenly sounded, and a general trend condensed out of Han Jian's body.

With this general trend, Han Jian's sword intent became more and more condensed, and his cultivation was also close to the peak of the first level of soul martial arts.

"The disciples of the Sword God Sect are not afraid of life and death, and the disciples of Xiyue Peak are not afraid of life and death!" a cold cheer also sounded. A shadow appeared in the sky, followed by a brilliant sword.

"The disciples of the Sword God Sect are not afraid of life and death, and the disciples of Xingchen Peak are not afraid of life and death!" The general trend condensed, and a terrifying sword light broke through the space.

"The disciples of the Sword God Sect are not afraid of life and death, and the disciples of Chaoyang Peak are not afraid of life and death!" This shout overshadowed the roaring wind in the sky, followed by endless sword intent phantoms.

"The disciples of the Sword God Sect are not afraid of life and death, and the disciples of the Sword God Peak are not afraid of life and death!" The extremely powerful sword roar directly broke through the void, and the actual sound spread out.

Four figures shot out from different directions, sweeping out dozens of feet. The sword light that followed and the sword weapon of Han Jian converged.

Five general trends are condensed. This general trend represents the trend of the Sword God Gate, and the trend of the Sword God Gate for tens of thousands of years.

The five sword intent phantoms condensed together, and they slammed down towards the fierce desire, and this sword intent phantom merged into the sword intent of the five people. It is also integrated into the momentum of the Sword God Gate.

Bang bang! The roar exploded, and this terrifying sword intent phantom and the sword light were extinguished at the same time, and at the same time, the spatial tide spread.

Its terrifying strength directly hit the bodies of the five Han Jian people, and the figures of the five Han Jian people immediately swayed, like falling stars, and were directly thrown away. Fall towards the ice field below.

The five of them fell to the ice field, their bodies sinking into the ice, and the cold and biting water directly submerged their figures.

"Scatter!" Before the spatial tide touched the fierce desire, a cheer rang out. Its spatial waves have turned into nothingness in vain.

Stepping out with a sword, Fierce Desire looked at the five people on the ice below with indifferent eyes, as if looking at ants, and said lightly: "Even if your sect master is here, he can't protect you!"

The down-and-out Sword God Sect is not even a second-rate sect! The Scorching Sun Sect is enough to subvert the entire Sword God Sect with four Spirit Martial Realm martial artists.

The biting cold river condensed a layer of frost in Han Jian and the others, and the true qi around Han Jian and the others surged, breaking through this layer of frost and jumping up directly.

The faces of the five were extremely pale. In particular, there were several eye-catching sword marks on the bodies of the five people, and the blood that had not yet dripped was directly frozen.

"You're running back anyway!" he said, looking at the four people beside him. Han Jian whispered, a touch of helplessness in the corners of his eyes.

Hear the words. Feng Ge and the others smiled faintly and said, "To bear the charge of abandoning your companions, this is more uncomfortable than death!"

"Since this is the case, then the five of us will meet this old horseman!" "What about life, what about death, the five people who have seen through life and death are no longer afraid, and a general trend condenses out again.

"If they continue to grow, these five people will definitely have a hope of spiritual martial arts, but unfortunately, they shouldn't abolish the scorching sun!" A killing intent erupted, and the aura of fiery desire had already locked the space within a radius of dozens of miles, and the five people in the Han world couldn't escape.

"The general trend of a defeated sect is nothing more!" Fierce Desire raised his hand, and his invisible energy condensed out in the void, transforming into a huge palm shadow.

Fierce Desire slightly frightened the void with his left hand, and the huge palm shadow smashed down, directly breaking the general trend of Han Jian and the others.

The general trend was broken, and Han Jian and the others took a few steps back, blood surging wildly, could this be the true strength of the Lingwu Realm?

The huge sword intent phantom evolved out, this is the sword intent that has evolved to the peak, it belongs to the sword intent of the Fierce Desire, under this sword intent, several Soul Martial Realm disciples of the Scorching Sun Sect also had to jump to the ice field.

"The sword intent that has evolved to the peak!" In front of this sword intent, Han Jian and the others all felt powerless.

"You must not give up just now!" Feng Ge whispered, a phoenix chirped, the cold air condensed, and a brilliant sword light turned into an ice phoenix with wings spread in vain, shooting towards the fierce desire in the void.

"I can't help myself!" A sneer provoked at the corner of Lie's mouth, and the long sword was raised, and his sword intent phantom slammed down, "Die! Anyone who offends my Burning Sun Sect will die!"

The sword intent phantom directly shattered the ice phoenix, and the terrifying sword intent phantom pierced the surrounding spatial turbulence, and the spatial turbulence submerged the way of Han Jian and the others.

At this moment, Han Jian and the others could only helplessly look at the falling sword intent phantom, this sword, they couldn't dodge, and similarly, they couldn't take it.

"Is it all over?" Han Jian whispered, they couldn't resist in front of their absolute strength.

It's just that they are a little unwilling, they didn't participate in Zongbi this time, and they fell, so doesn't it mean that the Sword God Sect is absent.

This also means that the Sword God Gate has lost its position as the protector of the Emperor Feng Kingdom. Then, they are the sinners of the sect, the sinners who make the sect even more defeated.

Thinking of this, Han Jian and the others' eyes were all blood-red, especially Han Jian, whose aura was extremely unstable.

The momentum continued to climb, and Han Jian turned his back to Feng Ge and whispered: "I will take this sword, you take the opportunity to leave, remember, we can't become sinners of the sect!"

Looking at the phantom of sword intent that was getting closer and closer, Han Jian had no choice, even if he blew up the true crystal, he would take this sword and create a chance for Feng Ge and the others to leave.

Therefore, Han Jian had a look of absolute expression in his eyes, if he couldn't resist, then let my life explode at this moment, at least, it was once brilliant.

Sensing the extremely unstable aura on Han Jian's body, Fierce Desire knew Han Jian's purpose, and smiled faintly: "Self-detonating true crystal?

Those who are extremely stupid will have to pay the price with their lives! The sword intent phantom has gradually submerged the figures of Han Jian and the others, and Han Jian is also ready to explode.

However, at this moment, a figure that no one noticed snatched out of the sky in vain, silently swept out dozens of zhang, and appeared in front of Han Jian and the others, its slender and emaciated fingers slowly raised, and landed on the sword intent phantom.

At the same time, a flat voice resounded in the ears of Han Jian and Lie Desire: "Break!"

Before the words fell, the seemingly terrifying sword intent phantom shattered like the ice below, turning into a violent sword qi surging around.

The furious sword qi directly shattered the ice below, and the cold and piercing river water stirred up, and the splashed river water directly turned into ice crystals and sprinkled down.

Fierce desire slapped out with a palm, dispelling the surging sword qi, his eyes were cold, he looked at a figure that appeared in front of Han Jian and the others, and said coldly: "Who!"

The furious sword qi also surged towards Han Jian and the others, but the slender and emaciated fingers fell again, and the sword qi in the sky turned into nothingness.

The flying snowflakes couldn't block the sight of Fierce Desire, looking at the young face under the snowflakes, Fierce Desire was slightly stunned, but his expression was still indifferent, and he said coldly: "Who is Your Excellency? This seat is the Fierce Desire of the Supreme Elder of the Scorching Sun Sect!"

"This matter is related to the face of the Burning Sun Sect, do you want to intervene?" As the words of Fierce Desire were spoken, a coercion appeared in the surrounding void, tightly locking Han Jian and the emaciated figure.

Under the snowflakes, this emaciated figure stood quietly in front of Han Jian and the others, and the mark on his eyebrows looked so bereotyping, filled with a faint silver light, like moonlight.

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