Chapter 283: Discuss! (1/2)

The summit of Dongyue.

The Hall of Righteous Alliance.

In the hall, almost everyone was sent back by Ye Chen.

Ye Chen left each sect with a small number of people, here, for the use of the right way alliance, or free to send news for the right way alliance.

Ye Chen became the leader, and naturally the Holy Land of Immortality did not leave.

After all, Ye Chen is the ancestor of Immortal Fate Holy Land, they can stay here for a few more days.

I also came to play anyway, this Dongyue Peak is so full of aura, they are also going to stay here for a few more days.

Seventh Sister Zhao Xiyao has always followed Ye Chen, so wherever Ye Chen is, she is there.

Sister 　　 originally wanted to return to Yuncheng, but under Ye Chen's retention, she planned to stay for a few more days.

Therefore, they all lived in Ye Chen's Right Path Alliance.

Ye Chen hasn't looked at the summit of Dongyue carefully.

Therefore, Ye Chen prepared for these two days to get a good understanding of the summit of Dongyue.

After all, in the future, the summit of Dongyue will be his territory.

Ye Chen walked out.

He came to the back mountain.

Suddenly, he felt a sharp sword aura attacking him.

”Little brother, I haven't seen you for many years, how can I do it with my sister?”

The second elder sister said, suddenly, a sharp sword aura pierced towards Ye Chen.

Ye Chen smiled and looked at his second senior sister.

He smiled faintly at the corner of his mouth: ”If this is the case, then I will accompany you with two tricks!”

Ye Chen said, only to see Murong Qingxue's hands forming a seal, floating in the sky, and a series of magical talismans appeared on her body.

The billowing sword intent emerged from her body.

Murong Qing's snow-white skirt floated with the wind, and the hem of the clothes rose and fell. The ethereal eyes are so quiet, the cold outline reveals a puff of dust, and the corners of the mouth seem to be smiling, smiling at all beings.

The clothes are like snow, the black is like ink, and the body is jade, smooth and gorgeous. The slightly upward face is exquisitely cut, and the calm and gentle black eyes overflowing with unwavering indifference, but as unpredictable as the deep sea.

dressed in white, handsome in appearance. The star pupils reflected the cold air comparable to the top of an iceberg, and the whole body was filled with a sense of indifference that turned away from others and thousands of miles away. Ink hair pouring down like clouds, scattered around the waist, with an elegant temperament and dust, like a banned immortal above the Jiutian Palace.

Murong Qingxue's sword is just like hers, cold and lonely. It's just a sword, like coming from the sky, no one doubts that anyone can escape this sword.

has no sense to stand in front of this sword. Because when this sword is pierced, there is only the style of this sword in the world. Like a dragon out of the cloud, life and death will be judged.

”What a powerful sword intent!” Ye Chen said from the bottom of his heart.

Ye Chen was a little surprised.

Sister Er's sword intent was not much different from his own sword intent.