Zhang Ming and others stood on the same spot, looking at the tombstones from a distance without getting closer.
Even so, they still felt an inexplicable sense of oppression, and at this moment, the sounds of tragic fighting seemed to ring in their ears.
Ye Shaohan looked at the petals all over the sky with a calm expression, and took the lead again to walk forward. Although the majestic pressure was terrifying, it could not stop Ye Shaohan's pace.
The six sword corpses never left Ye Shaohan's side, like personal bodyguards.
There was deathly silence all around, with only the sound of the petals falling to the ground. Even though the flowers were falling silently?
One hundred meters, more than fifty meters, more than twenty meters, the pressure on Ye Shaohan became more and more intense, his eyes were like lightning, staring straight at the four sarcophagi and the grooves on the sarcophagus.
The shapes of these grooves were very similar to the Moon Goddess Jade. Ye Shaohan could vaguely guess some clues. The four Moon Goddess Jade should be placed in the grooves, but what would happen after they were placed?
Silently, a murderous aura suddenly approached. Ye Shaohan suddenly raised his head, and a bright cold light appeared in his eyes. This cold light was stained with an aura, Ye Shaohan's familiar aura.
And at the moment when the cold light was about to touch Ye Shaohan's eyebrows, Ye Shaohan clamped it between his fingers and looked at it intently. He saw a crystal-clear knife. This knife was like a work of art, and its whole body was somewhat transparent.
"Sword God Luo Rui, your sword is more terrifying than before, but your sword is contaminated with murderous intent!" Ye Shaohan commanded his sword, and his knife turned around, and the cold light cut through the void and went directly to the sky.
The cold light penetrated the petals, and finally stopped strangely. A pair of slender and pale hands emerged, holding the knife, and then a thin figure gradually emerged, followed by a cough: Cough!
The slender green shirt hung down to his waist. The young man lowered his head and stood lonely among the flying petals. He slowly retracted and raised his right hand. As the sleeves were waving, the knife with cold light disappeared strangely.
"Although the knife is more terrifying, it is still the same as before. Fifth generation, you still block it, cough!" Another cough sounded, the young man raised his head, and white petals fell on his face, making his face even paler.
"Sword God Luo Rui, why is he here!" Among the crowd, Qing Jue's face changed slightly, and he looked at the thin figure with a somewhat solemn expression.
"Sword God Luo Rui, is this person also a warrior from the Martial God Continent?" Young Master Su whispered, a thin figure, no spiritual energy fluctuations were flowing on his body, but Young Master Su felt an inexplicable palpitation, as if this person was shaking his hands and feet.
You can take away your own life, "With the endless emergence of strong men, what kind of existence is the Martial God Continent?"
"You have already appeared, and the prince must be here too!" Ye Shaohan said calmly, the Qilin sword quietly appeared in his hand, and the petals fell on the Qilin sword, turning into fragments and scattering.
Suddenly, Ye Shaohan's pupils shrank, staring at the void behind Luo Rui, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth: "He's still here!"
A chill emerged in vain in the void, and the flying petals remained still in the void.
At the same time, pieces of snowflakes replaced the snowflakes and fell. The flying snowflakes stirred up space ripples, and a slender figure was the first to step out of the space ripples.
A young man in white clothes slowly walked out of the ripples of the void. There was a faint smile on his evil face. There was a bookish air between his eyebrows. His long hair hanging down to his waist was casually tied with a hemp rope.
Restrained.
The moment this figure appeared, the snowflakes all over the sky let out a cheerful cry, danced wildly, and fell on the indifferent face of the young man in white.
The snowflakes in the sky and the earth are welcoming the appearance of this young man in white. The young man in white raises his head, and a look that looks like a smile but not a smile flashes across his star-like eyes.
"Prince Moon God!" Ye Shaohan whispered, his eyes like lightning, piercing the sky.
The two eyes met in the void, and the void stirred up ripples, which then shattered.
Seeing this, the corners of the life and death dragon's mouth raised slightly. These two people were too terrifying. The power contained in their eyes was so terrifying. At the same time, the life and death dragon also recognized that this young man in white was exactly the same as the figure a few days ago.
Still remember that game of chess between heaven and earth, "Is this the person's true identity? It's really terrifying. Just one look in his eyes gave Old Long a feeling of palpitations!"
"If you want to win, the most direct way is to break the rules. Five generations, it's been a long time!" The corner of his mouth raised, and the prince's voice floated out, neither sad nor happy.
"It seems that you are waiting for me here. I didn't expect that you would pay so much attention to my chess piece!" Ye Shaohan said calmly, his voice neither sad nor happy.
"Third-generation Fire Qilin, it seems that you have also recovered your body, but your strength has returned to its peak?" The prince smiled and said nothing, holding the falling snowflakes with his right hand. The snowflakes were flowing on his fingertips. The prince looked at him leisurely.
With a flick of his finger, the swirling snowflakes brought out a bright cold light and shot directly at the Fire Qilin.
A few thin petals fluttered in the wind.
But even with these petals, Huo Qilin's eyes were full of fear: "The Moon God Prince is indeed an existence that cannot be ignored!"
Hiss! The magical purple Kirin's original fire also burst out. He raised the Fire Kirin sword finger and pointed forward lightly, "Prince Moon God, maybe you can bear this name!"
The original fire of Qilin swirled around Huo Qilin's fingertips, and the fingertips of Huo Qilin's sword fell on the snowflakes.
Ding! A crisp dinging sound sounded, and several petals melted on Fire Qilin's fingertips.
Whoosh! The original fire of the unicorn broke away from the fingertips and turned into a stream of light and flew towards the void.
The prince raised his head, with a trace of calm still on his face. Nothing in this world could move him.
The Qilin's original fire brought out bright fires one after another. The prince chuckled lightly, ripples appeared on his fingertips, and invisible waves expanded in the void.
The flying snowflakes instantly swallowed up the swimming fire, and the Kirin's original fire dissipated silently.
"It's rare to be able to use the power of a domain so superbly!" Huo Qilin said lightly. At this moment, he realized the terrifying aspect of the young man in white in front of him.
Hearing this, the prince smiled faintly and looked at Ye Shaohan and the Six Paths Sword Corpse calmly, "Sword Corpse?"
"The Holy Son has been working hard for more than ten years, and finally made a wedding dress for others!" The prince took a step forward, and the flying snowflakes became more and more dense, filling the whole world.
Not only the sky above the square, but also the sky above the dead city also fluttered with snow, ignoring the restriction above the dead city.
While the snowflakes were flying, a sharp sound of breaking wind gradually began to rise.
Shadows surged in the wind and snow, and the majestic martial arts will spread around like a tide, causing ripples in the space.
The snowflakes fell, and more than forty figures appeared in vain behind the prince and Luo Rui. There was a terrifying pressure on these people, the oppression of the Spiritual Emperor.
The snowflakes also stood still in the void under the pressure of these people, and the atmosphere in the whole place became tense with the appearance of these people.
Whoosh! The majestic pressure surged toward Ye Shaohan like a tide. His loose martial arts clothes were floating. Ye Shaohan's expression was cold and he stared straight into the void without taking a step back.
"Gong Ziyu!" A monstrous murderous intention rose up at the edge of the square. Young Master Su Qingming's eyes gradually turned blood red, and he came out with a sword. The aura on his body was also fluctuating. Obviously, Young Master Su at this moment had lost his mind.
Lost the indifference of the past.
Eight sword shadows circled around Young Master Su's body, and the crisp sound of sword chants penetrated the heaven and earth.
Wearing a slender green shirt and waving a feather fan, a young man stood proudly and stood beside the prince with a calm expression.
The moment Young Master Su's voice resounded, the young man's face changed slightly. He looked coldly at Young Master Su below and said calmly: "Young Master Su, your strength has improved a lot compared to a few years ago!"
"But you still have inferior strength. You useless guy, get out of this sword tomb!" The young man's tone became extremely harsh in vain, and a terrifying aura burst out from him.
The young man's figure suddenly became extremely blurry, bringing up afterimages in the void, and instantly arrived in front of Young Master Su. As he waved his feather fan, the surrounding snowflakes shot out like ice blades.
An unprecedented pressure came upon him. Young Master Su Jian frowned, and the murderous intent in his eyes only increased. He raised the Young Master's sword, bringing up sword shadows one after another, and eight huge sword shadows swept out from all around.
"You useless brother, haven't you recognized the gap between you and me?" A sneer tugged at the corner of the young man's mouth, and the feather fan fell down, hitting the sword shadow, crushing it with great skill.
Bang! A roar sounded, and Young Master Su's body was thrown away like a kite with its string broken, and the blood beads brought up a line of blood in the void.
The two energies of life and death circulating in the square swirled in vain, turning into a terrifying whirlpool of life and death.
The young man took several steps in succession and shot straight at Young Master Su. The coldness in his eyes gradually grew and he grabbed the air with his slender left hand.
This guy was sending Young Master Su directly to reincarnation. The faces of Zhang Ming, Fatty Xiao and others changed, and a sword rainbow suddenly appeared, shooting straight at the young man.
The young man shook his head slightly and said calmly: "This is my domain. No one can take action without my permission!"
"And this is my family matter in Bahan City!" Before the young man could finish his words, dozens of sword lights that suddenly appeared dimmed immediately, and the sword roared sadly.
Zhang Ming and dozens of others in the Spiritual Emperor realm felt their hearts sink, and the force of their swords was destroyed by a terrifying pressure from heaven and earth, and they stepped back half a step.
"No guy, I didn't expect you to find a partner, but it's a pity that you found the wrong person!" The young man still grabbed Young Master Su's shoulder with his left hand, ignoring the martial arts will flowing in Young Master Su, and stepped forward, directly shooting into the whirlpool of life and death.
And go.
The moment the young man took a step, a plain voice sounded in his ears, "Let him go, he is from the Blood Prison, not you from Bahan City!"
Ye Shaohan's figure suddenly disappeared in the wind and snow, spanning thousands of feet, and a sword rainbow emerged from his waist. Although the sky and the earth were a little bright, the moment Ye Shaohan's sword appeared, all the people within a hundred feet radius were