Chapter 7038 Suppression

His black hair was flying, his eyebrows were sharp, and his eyes were bright, as if there was no cage that could not be broken between heaven and earth.

The Saint of Jianjia was shocked by the aura of Wuwu, and he was in a state of panic for most of the day.

Immediately, his expression became extremely gloomy, and he almost roared.

"It's just a shameful dog! How dare you be so arrogant in front of me."

This time, the Saint of Jianjia directly used the sword intent of the Tongtianzhifeng, which was mighty and incomparable.

He originally did not intend to use the martial arts passed down by the Jianjia Sword School, but the kid opposite seemed to have studied the sword cultivation martial arts.

So he could only use sword moves to break it.

At this moment, his Tongtian Bingfeng was filled with endless murderous aura, and the speed reached the extreme, like a phantom, flashing.

The Saint of Jianjia wanted to take the initiative, and he did not want to admit that he was afraid of the sword intent summoned by Ye Chen.

But Ye Chen was not in a hurry, and all his thoughts were focused on one place.

In just a moment, countless fragrances condensed into shape, just like the gods descending, with such a spirit that was frightening.

Everyone present felt the unrivaled sacred majesty in the sky and on the earth, and even the laws of cultivation were suppressed. They raised their hands and were shocked to find that they could not use their normal strength.

The same was true for several Ice Clan elders at the level of Tianjun. They could never have imagined that a junior's understanding of martial arts had reached such a peak!

"Who is this boy...? This kind of sword intent is not something that the Jianjia Sword Sect can possess!"

The elder asked immediately, but unfortunately there was silence and no one answered him.

Because this sky was already shrouded by the sword intent, the endless pressure was terrifying, and a strange phenomenon that had never appeared before burst out.

Even the sword of the Jianjia Saint was trembling, as if it had encountered something extremely terrible.

The extreme primordial thoughts soared into the sky, extremely terrifying, and fell down at this moment.

The eyes of the Saint Jianjia changed from fierce to horrified. He could never have imagined that this inexplicable desolate aura would actually crush him!

"No...!"

He still wanted to hold on and not admit defeat, but the extreme sword intent between heaven and earth, wrapped in the supreme way of Wuwu, penetrated his body.

Ye Chen's man and sword have become one. He leaned over and stretched out his huge palm, rolled up amazing blood, and slapped it hard. The rhyme of heaven and earth merged into one at this moment, vast and endless.

Under the suppression of Wuwu rules, the Saint Jianjia had no power to resist and was exploded into a ball of blood mist.

This was condensed from part of his flesh and body, which was harmful to the main body!

After the phantom disappeared, the surrounding space confinement was also dispersed, and Ye Chen rushed to Sun Yerong's side at the first time.

The two looked at each other, obviously with great tacit understanding.

The reincarnation bloodline activated the virtual monument and tore open the space crack of the ice field. Even though two powerful elders reacted and stretched out their hands to grab them, they were still a step slower, allowing the two to escape successfully.

When the elders arrived, Ye Chen and the others had already escaped.

"Damn it, if we had just set up a defensive formation, we wouldn't have let him escape so easily!"

An elder said angrily.

The rest of the people were indifferent. In the end, they were too confident and underestimated the strength of Ye Chen and the others.

"Go to the depths of the forbidden area and see how the Saint Jianjia is doing!"

An elder exclaimed quickly, and then they entered the ancient altar. The wild aura in the distant and mysterious dark valley seemed to be much weaker, which inevitably made the elders of the Ice Clan a little worried.

"What should we do? The Saint of Jianjia was attacked by a mysterious person, and now we don't know whether he is alive or dead. If the clan leader comes back and sees that we are so incompetent, he will probably be furious."

"What can we do? I ordered people to prepare for defense at the beginning, but they were stopped! Whoever stopped them will be responsible."

The elders quarreled, and it was obvious that their words were pointed at something.

The elder who said there was no need to form a formation at the beginning also looked pale and iron. When he thought of this, he was quite worried.

Now it seems that we can only take one step at a time!

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After Ye Chen and others escaped from the Ice and Snow City, they came to the back of an iceberg, where a thick layer of ice condensed, blocking the violent storm, allowing people to have a moment of respite.

"Ye Chen, the soul of the Saint of Jianjia is still sleeping. Just a wisp of residual soul power has such divine power. I'm afraid it's not easy to deal with!"

Sun Yerong's face was a little sad. She had seen records about the Saint of Jianjia in ancient books, saying that this person was extremely talented and practiced very fast. In the later period, he had reached an unfathomable level.

Even the then leader of Jianjia Sect could not say that he was sure to defeat him. He still used shady means to lure the Saint of Jianjia into a trap and successfully sealed him.

Once his soul and spirit are united, it will cause a catastrophic vision.

Ye Chen nodded, indicating that he understood.

"This person's strength is indeed powerful. He has surpassed the level of Tianjun. I'm afraid that after he escapes, he will become one of the top masters in Xuanhai. At that time, your entire Xuanhai will suffer!"

When Ye Chen fought with him, he was obviously at a disadvantage, and the sword rules in his body were suppressed by him.

If he had not used the power of Shisui's sword to summon Wuwu and reverse the situation, he would probably have been trapped by the opponent's swordsmanship and unable to escape.