Chapter 12291 1 Swords (3 in 1)

Chapter 12291 One Sword (Three in One)

Yun Wanxi curled her lips and said, "Hey, it seems like you stole my calligraphy, didn't you?"

Ye Chen smiled and said nothing more. After getting the word "pen", he immediately flew away to search for other words he wanted.

"Brother, what should I do?"

Yun Wanxi and Ling Shuhan looked at Jun Moyuan and were at a loss for a moment. There were tens of thousands of fellow disciples participating in this grand selection ceremony. If they joined forces and burst out in a decisive battle with Ye Chen, they might accidentally hurt their own people.

And looking at the powerful fighting ability that Ye Chen just showed, if he doesn’t burst out to the peak, he will never be suppressed.

"Don't panic."

Jun Moyuan's eyes rolled and he seemed very calm.

"You help me to collect the words and write a poem. I will write the poem first, take the Blue Sky Brush, and let the Lord of Samsara return empty-handed."

Ye Chen is not a formal disciple of the Confucian school. He participated in this ceremony only to fight for the two remaining relics of the great sage, namely the Qingtian Pen and the Taicang Wenshi.

As long as there are people from the Confucian school who get there first, Ye Chen will get nothing.

Yun Wanxi said: "Okay, Senior Brother, do you have a method to compose a poem?"

Jun Moyuan hummed, suddenly took a step forward, and chanted:
"The emperor's virtue shines throughout the heavens, and his virtuous spirit sweeps away the dust of the world."

"The light of heaven gathers spiritual essence, and the sword energy gives rise to the classics."

As the chanting sound was heard, he held the sword against his chest, his eyes were focused, and a brilliant divine light shone from his body. The poems he chanted were not particularly gorgeous, nor were they particularly good, but they revealed a powerful appeal.

That is the charisma of the peak of the Sun and Moon Realm!
In the whole sky, there were more than ten characters flying towards Jun Moyuan. They were the characters for "virtue", "sword", "economics" and "spiritual essence". As soon as he chanted a character, that character was inspired and flew towards him. Even the character "sky" in Ling Shuhan's hand flew to his side, dancing and weaving into a poem.

But this poem is missing two words.

It’s missing one character “帝” and one character “氣”.

These two words, with great aura, had already been snatched away by other students and did not attract Jun Moyuan's attention.

"Junior brothers and sisters, help me!"

Jun Moyuan shouted.

Ling Shuhan and Yun Wanxi nodded and flew towards the students holding the characters "Emperor" and "Qiong" respectively, making it clear that they were going to snatch them away by force.

The two students were panicked and did not dare to disobey, so they prepared to hand over the documents in their hands.

But at this time, two spider silks flew out and snatched the words in their hands.

Ye Chen took action.

The net technique was used, spider silk popped out, and the words "Emperor" and "Dome" were easily grabbed.

"Lord of Samsara, let go!"

Yun Wanxi and Ling Shuhan were shocked and angry when they saw this, and both swung their swords at Ye Chen.

Ye Chen knew that if he let Jun Moyuan collect the words to compose a poem first, the Qingtian Pen would most likely be snatched away by the other party, and he would get nothing.

He couldn't bear to watch this happen, so he laughed loudly and said, "Why are you two so angry? Wouldn't it be better for me to hold the Qing Tian Pen?"

He communicated with Emperor Yan Tianlie in his heart, "Senior, I want to collect the words to make a poem, please help me!"

Facing the joint attack of two powerful men, Yun Wanxi and Ling Shuhan, it is really difficult for Ye Chen to deal with them alone.

However, he was not panicked.

Because he still has a trump card!

When Emperor Yan Tianlie heard Ye Chen's call, he said "hmm" heavily, and without hesitation, he immediately poured his own spiritual energy into Ye Chen.

Rumble!
There were three suns exploding from Ye Chen's body.

For three days, the majestic power of the scorching sun made Yun Wanxi and Ling Shuhan look like ants.

An infinitely powerful aura also exploded from Ye Chen.

That is the aura of the Burning Lamp Realm!

Ling Shuhan and Yun Wanxi were so frightened that they stopped swinging their swords and stabbing immediately. They froze in mid-air. Under the reflection of the three suns, they suddenly felt as small as ants.

The state of burning lamp!
how can that be!

Ling Shuhan and Yun Wanxi were completely shocked, and all the Confucian disciples in the audience were also shocked. Huang Taiyan and Qingyan Shengxiang below were also stunned.

Just now Ye Chen was still at the high level of Supreme Dao Lord, how come he suddenly burst out with the aura of the Burning Lamp Realm?
This is absolutely impossible!

"It seems like there's someone behind this kid?"

The Qingyan Holy Elephant was very shocked. It could probably feel that this aura of the Burning Lamp Realm did not belong to Ye Chen, but seemed to be the aura of an outsider.

But no matter what, Ye Chen's burst of power from the Burning Lamp Realm really shocked everyone.

Under the protection of Emperor Yan Tianlie, Ye Chen sang:
"The pen falls and the wind and rain are shaken; the poem is completed and the ghosts and gods weep!"

After a pause, he continued to sing:

"The emperor's might is overwhelming, and his noble spirit penetrates the sky!"

He now compiled the characters into a poem. The poem he wanted to compile was not only "The Pen Falls and Startles the Wind and Rain", but also another original poem of his own, just to weave the characters "Emperor" and "Dome" into a poem to avoid being snatched away by Jun Moyuan.

After Ye Chen started chanting, words flew towards him one by one. Even the word "天" on Jun Moyuan's body was inspired by Ye Chen, broke away from Jun Moyuan's control, and flew to Ye Chen's side.

With the help of Emperor Yan Tianlie, Ye Chen was like the sun, the brightest focus of the whole venue. As soon as he spoke, the sky was filled with words, as if they were all at his disposal.

Soon, twenty great Dao characters were compiled into a poem around Ye Chen.

They are the two poems "The pen falls and the wind and rain are shocked, the poems are completed and the ghosts and gods weep" and "The emperor's power is over the four seas, and his noble spirit penetrates the sky"!
The poem was born, and Ye Chen was the fastest person in the audience to put words together to form a poem.

His two poems were so domineering and fierce. When the poems were completed, a storm suddenly arose, as if ghosts and gods were howling, and the Qingtian pen buzzed, resonating with it.

Ye Chen looked at the Qingtian Pen with a focused gaze, his blood boiling in his heart. He felt that as long as he took a step forward, he would be able to completely control the Qingtian Pen.

Jun Moyuan saw that Ye Chen had become a poem. The magnificent sight of him soaring in the sky for three days and the aura of the Burning Lamp Realm made him breathless.

He was unwilling to accept this and roared in his heart, this is not fair!

Because he could see that the momentum that lasted for three days was not Ye Chen's own power.

Ye Chen cheated!
However, under the overwhelming pressure from Sanri Lingkong, Jun Moyuan trembled and was unable to utter a word.

Ye Chen stretched out his hand and was about to grab the Qingtian Pen, but at this moment, suddenly a sword light shot out from unknown time and space and shot directly behind him.

This sword light was filled with the brilliance of the Heavenly Dao Crystal, and it was extremely sharp and fierce. It even seemed to carry a trace of the power of the Pillar God's blessing, and was extremely terrifying.

The sudden sword light crushed time and space, causing the space of Lingzhao Cave to collapse. All the rays of light were annihilated, and the world became extremely dark, leaving only this extremely brilliant sword light.

"This is……"

Huang Taiyan was shocked, as if he saw the origin of the sword light. He took a step forward, wanting to stop it, but stopped in the end.

"Wow wow wow, who attacked, is it the owner of Shenbing Villa?"

The Qingyan Holy Elephant seemed to have seen the origin of the sword light, and shouted and wanted to attack, but was stopped by Huang Taiyan.

The sword light was killing at an extremely fast speed. Huang Taiyan tried to block it, and the Qingyan Holy Elephant was too late to make a move.

Chi!

The sword light passed by Ye Chen's ear and completely exploded the middle one of the three suns behind him.

The sun exploded, and the two suns next to it were also shattered.

Ye Chen was affected by the explosion. He groaned and immediately fell from a high altitude, landing heavily in the abyss ink of Taicang Wenshi. The poems on his body collapsed and his vision became extremely dark.

In the extreme darkness, Ye Chen felt that all the bones in his body were shattered by the aftermath of the explosion.

"What...what's going on?"

Ye Chen was shocked and confused.

He communicated with the reincarnation cemetery with his mind, but saw that Emperor Yan Tianlie's face was pale, and his soul and body became extremely thin. A ray of sword light cut off half of his body. The explosion of three suns left only half of his body, which was also injured by the explosion and was riddled with holes.

"Senior, what is going on?"

Ye Chen was horrified.

"I got into trouble after all."

Emperor Yan Tianlie gave a bitter smile, his voice already very weak.

"What?" Ye Chen had a bad feeling.

"I've already said that I can't just do it casually."

"Because there are four great gates behind us, and the Black Queen Mother is watching us."

"If I am exposed, they will kill me."

"With only a remnant of soul left, there is no way I can stop them."

"Just now, it was the owner of Shenbing Villa, Shen Lian, who took action."

Emperor Yan Tianlie's face was filled with bitterness, and he was almost scared to death.

"Shenbing Villa, Shen Lian?"

Ye Chen trembled.

"Well, the Shenbing Villa is one of the four great gates of heaven, and it worships the Emperor Tianhuang among the Four Imperial Gods. It is said that the owner of the villa, Shen Lian, is the descendant of the Emperor Tianhuang, cough..."

Emperor Yan Tianlie coughed, he was very weak.

“I thought that since we were in the Qingtian Confucian Sect, the four great sects would not dare to take action, but I didn’t expect that the Divine Weapon Villa would still take action.”

"I am just a remnant soul left, but I can't even stop a ray of sword light from Shen Lian."

Emperor Yan Tianlie sighed and looked at Ye Chen again.
"But fortunately, he doesn't dare to kill you, Tomb Master. You carry the blessings of many pillar gods. I'm afraid even the Black Queen Mother doesn't dare to touch you easily."

"I am no longer able to do this, Tomb Master. I will give you my last rays of light."

The remaining half of Emperor Yan Tianlie's body began to dissolve, turning into tiny bits of light, all pouring onto Ye Chen.

"senior!"

Ye Chen was shocked.

"Old ghost Yangtian, it's time... to come out."

Before disappearing, Emperor Yan Tianlie took a last look at Yang Tianzun's tombstone, but the tombstone was still silent.

In an instant, Emperor Yan Tianlie was completely scared to death.

As one of the Nine Heavenly Ancestors, there was no way the Four Heavenly Gates would let him go. Upon seeing him awake and exposed, strong men immediately took action. A ray of sword light shot out from distant time and space, and with just one sword, Emperor Yan Tianlie was killed.

Ye Chen was very sad and felt deeply the gap between himself and those supreme powerful people.

His body trembled. He had just been hit by the aftermath of the explosion and was seriously injured. However, Emperor Yan Tianlie fed him all the last light and energy. His injuries improved rapidly and he slowly rose from the abyss ink of Taicang Wenshi.

The Confucian teachers and students in the outside world were completely shocked. The sword light just now was too sharp and terrifying. It seemed that it was a move made by a powerful person in the realm of heaven, with a sharp murderous intent.

But that murderous intent didn't seem to be directed at Ye Chen. Most people were confused as they didn't know about the existence of Emperor Yan Tianlie.

"Is the Lord of Reincarnation dead?"

"Who wants to kill him?"

……

Many people were talking and looking at the silent abyss of ink in Taicang Wenshi.

"Huang Taiyan, why are you stopping me?"

"Why don't you take action? Why are you trying to stop me from taking action?"

"You killed the Lord of Reincarnation!"

The Blue Flame Holy Elephant roared.

Huang Taiyan said: "He is not dead yet!"

"The owner of Shenbing Mountain Villa did not attack the Lord of Samsara, but seemed to be targeting a powerful person behind him."

"I didn't take action because the Lord of Samsara broke the rules. In a fight between peers, he summoned another expert to cheat. What's the point of that?"

After Huang Taiyan finished speaking, a tall figure slowly rose from the deep ink pool of Taicang Wenshi.

It was Ye Chen.

He did not die. Emperor Yan Tianlie gave him the last bit of light, and he even recovered from his injuries.

However, when the three suns exploded just now, Ye Chen's clothes were torn apart, and he was immersed in the thick ink of the abyss. His body was also stained with a layer of darkness. He looked a little embarrassed, like a man crawling out of a sea of ​​blood and corpses on a battlefield.

Hearing what Huang Taiyan said just now, Ye Chen just laughed and said coldly:

"I cheated?"

"Master Huang, I am only a Taoist. You three disciples at the peak of the Sun and Moon Realm are joining forces to suppress me. If I don't use some tricks, am I going to die?"

Hearing this, Huang Taiyan was suddenly speechless. It was indeed his fault in this fight.

Even though Ye Chen is talented and heroic, it is enough for him to send out only one disciple. It is indeed a bit too bullying for all three talented disciples to join forces to fight.

Ye Chen's cold words also echoed throughout the Confucian school. Everyone felt ashamed and no one argued.

Jun Moyuan, Ling Shuhan, and Yun Wanxi looked at each other. After all, they followed the kingly way. It was too overbearing for them to join forces to bully Ye Chen.

"Lord of Samsara, you said that we outnumbered the minority, so I will come to meet you alone!"

Jun Moyuan took a deep breath and spoke loudly, then he floated down alone and came in front of Ye Chen.

Ye Chen laughed. It was funny that he was fighting alone now. Just now, Emperor Yan Tianlie was killed and Ye Chen was shocked. Although his injuries were not serious now, his vitality was depleted and he was no longer in peak condition.

Jun Moyuan said at this time that the two of them could fight alone, which was a bit too much of an advantage.

All around Ye Chen, words such as "The pen falls and the wind and rain are startled, the poems are completed and the gods and ghosts weep" are hanging crookedly, which shows that his condition is not very good.

However, facing Jun Moyuan's challenge, Ye Chen did not give in, and said with a smile: "Very good, if you want to fight, then let's fight!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Chen's aura soared at an astonishing speed. The rumbling divine light bloomed thousands of times, and the sky was filled with blazing clouds. There was actually three more suns rising up from behind Ye Chen again, emitting tremendous divine glory.

The crookedly suppressed poems and verses were buzzing one by one, and bursting with light, like a dragon or a tiger, rolling up the wind and clouds, dancing around Ye Chen.

"what!"

Jun Moyuan was greatly shocked. Looking at the majestic aura of the three suns flying in the sky, he was stunned.

Wasn't Ye Chen weak? How could he still have such a strong aura?
Everyone in the audience was also shocked. Could it be that the sword that the owner of the Shenbing Villa just struck did not hurt Ye Chen at all?

This is absolutely impossible.

But Ye Chen's momentum seemed so brilliant and fierce. Compared with just now, it was not inferior at all, and even more fierce.

"How is this going?"

Huang Taiyan was also shocked, and faintly glimpsed a hint of ancient and mysterious cause and effect from Ye Chen.

It’s the aura of Queen Yizu Liuguang!

Fictional amnesia!
In an instant, Huang Taiyan saw through it.

It turns out that Ye Chen's ferocious and fierce aura was fabricated and just a false disguise!
But, if the disguise is not seen through, then it is the truth.

At least, at this moment, Jun Moyuan's face turned pale. He obviously thought that Ye Chen's glorious appearance of flying in the sky for three days was an extremely real existence.

"Mo Yuan——"

Huang Taiyan was about to give some instructions, but a heavy and powerful hand grabbed him, cutting off his next words.

The Green Flame Holy Elephant took action.

There was an unhappy expression on its face. Huang Taiyan had just stopped it from taking action, so now it was doing the same to him.

Without being reminded, Jun Moyuan had no idea that Ye Chen's aura was a fictitious disguise.

laugh!
The Nine Yang Emperor Sword rushed out, and the majestic power of three days in the sky was all poured into the sword. Ye Chen's Emperor Sword shone with thousands of lights, and golden sunlight burst out from every pore of his body. He seemed to be bathed in golden divine flames, and slashed Jun Moyuan with his angry sword, carrying the domineering aura of "The Book of Poetry of Tyrants".

The emperor's power dominates the four seas, and his noble spirit penetrates the sky!
"The Kingly Wind and Thunder Sword!"

Jun Moyuan was shaken, light gathered all over his body, his poems turned into wind and thunder, and he drew his sword to block.

But he was frightened by Ye Chen's power, and his momentum had weakened by three points, and he could only exert sixty to seventy percent of his full strength.

Zheng!
The two swords clashed, and with just one strike, Ye Chen pushed Jun Moyuan back, and the sharp Emperor Sword cut off Jun Moyuan's sword on the spot.

(End of this chapter)