708 Battle Of Sword Masters

The direction of Ye Chen's sword intent was toward Liu Wujian, and thus, the multicolor-robed woman also bore its burnt. She frantically retreated several steps and exclaimed with a pale face, "Impossible!"

She had never seen such a high grade sword intent. It was even faintly higher than Liu Wujian's, which was hard to accept for the woman.

"Liu Wujian, now you know why I didn't fight you! You…don't have the qualifications to look down on Ye Chen." A peculiar glint flickered in Dugu Jue's eyes. 

The longsword on Liu Wujian's waist shuddered incessantly, as if about to leave its sheath at any moment. His eyes narrowed into slits and a cold gleam appeared in them, sharp like a blade. From Ye Chen's body, he felt gravely threatened. It wasn't a danger that he calculated or defined himself; instead, it was one his body felt itself. To make his body instinctively feel threatened, Ye Chen's strength could be well imagined.