Phew! A flash of blood appeared at the tip of the Qilin Sword. Only the snow lotus condensed by the rules of ice could not stop Ye Shaohan's sword.
"It seems that I have to use my true strength. Part of my will is transferred to the clone, and my strength is much worse!" The long hair tied behind his back danced wildly, and the prince's eyes became more and more indifferent.
Use the power of the domain to gather the will of ten generations to suppress the proud ones.
Seeing the sword mark emerging from the palm of his hand, the prince shook his head, waved his sleeves and robes, and immediately pointed his right fingers together as a sword. The spiritual energy of heaven and earth within a radius of tens of thousands of feet condensed, and the pressure of heaven and earth roared towards his sword finger.
Ripples spread out on the sword fingers, and the diffuse ripples fell on the Qilin Sword.
Bang! An explosive sound like the clash of gold and iron resounded. Ye Shaohan's figure suddenly shook, and the roiling blood energy could no longer suppress the blood splattering out.
Bang bang! Ye Shaohan's figure was thrown dozens of feet like a kite with its string broken.
"Using the will of the third generation of the Moon God, the injuries on the soul will be aggravated with each passing breath!" The heartbreaking pain spread deep in Ye Shaohan's soul, and Ye Shaohan rushed out again with a ferocious look on his face.
An eye-catching blood hole appeared at the crown prince's finger, and blood dripped down. "You are still injured. You can forcefully use ten strands of your will at the spirit master level. Fifth generation, you are really a terrible person!"
The prince's expression was indifferent, his right hand was a little numb, and he took the sword with some difficulty.
"In the fifth generation, even if you can use ten strands of the Moon God's will, how long can you last?" The prince shook his head slightly. In his eyes, Ye Shaohan's move was undoubtedly a fight between trapped beasts.
The prince's words still echoed in the void, and his bright sword light appeared again.
The snowflakes circled around the fingertips and condensed into a white stone. The prince raised his sword finger, caught the white stone, and dropped it with a bang.
Bai Zi whizzed down, bringing with it a terrifying pressure! Bang! Bai Zi landed on the Qilin Sword, and the sword collapsed. Ye Shaohan's figure was shaken again, and his face became increasingly pale.
Blood dripped, and Ye Shaohan stepped into the void with one step. He didn't have much time. Once he stepped back, the spiritual energy in his body would be exhausted.
Whoosh! The sharp sound of breaking wind continued for a long time. Ye Shaohan used the rain sword skill to the extreme. In just one breath, ten sword shadows followed, ten swords in one breath!
Using the will of three generations of moon gods, Ye Shaohan's soul was constantly being rebounded by tearing force.
After the tenth sword was fired, patches of blood fell on Ye Shaohan's body, and ten sword shadows appeared through the air. This power filled the entire dead city, and all the resentful spirits in the dead city huddled in the sword tower, shouting
A series of mournful whining sounds.
"Ten swords!" The prince's sword command commanded, and white swords with concentrated will roared towards him.
The pressure of heaven and earth within ten thousand feet was concentrated on Bai Zi. With the help of the power of the domain, the prince easily destroyed the sword shadow.
But when the fifth sword was struck, the prince's body shook slightly. One sword after another, the power became more and more terrifying.
The moment the ninth sword came, the prince took a step back. Before the tenth chess piece could be condensed, the tenth sword shadow had arrived, and the bright sword light bloomed in the prince's eyes.
Huh! At this moment, the prince had to use his left hand to clamp the sword shadow between his sword fingers.
The sharp sword energy floated past lightly, and a few strands of long hair fell down. The sword almost penetrated the prince's eyes.
The sword finger flicked slightly, the sword shadow shattered, and a shrill sword roar sounded. The prince stepped out of the air, his expression becoming more and more indifferent, "At this level, ten swords can still be fired. Fifth generation, you always break the rules!"
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The entire radius is covered by the Prince's Spiritual Emperor's domain, and not even a single fluctuation in it can be hidden from the Prince.
In the prince's perception, Ye Shaohan's soul aura is getting weaker and weaker. Obviously, the rebound force of the third generation Moon God's will is getting more and more terrifying, and he cannot sustain it for long.
"Can you still draw your sword?" Standing under the flying snow, the prince asked softly with a gentle smile.
Can you draw the sword? These words echoed in the nine heavens. The snow fell heavier and heavier, drowning the fallen blood and burying the brilliance of the Qilin Sword.
The sword is still there and the person is not dead. Can he draw the sword? Ye Shaohan roared out. He has not reached the limit yet. With the sword in his hand, he has the ability to draw the sword.
Bang bang! A powerful breath burst out in Ye Shaohan's body again. This breath was as vast as the ocean, but if you feel it carefully, this breath was like the falling meteor. Although it was bright, it was short-lived.
In Ye Shaohan's mind, the weak soul is coiled in the sea of consciousness, and thunder is swimming in the depths of the soul. At this moment, clusters of flames are rising around the soul in vain, burning the power of the soul.
Burning the power of the soul in exchange for short-term brilliance. The thunder in Ye Shaohan's eyes has swam out. This is the thunder condensed by the rules of thunder.
The prince's power is like a high mountain, which makes people look up, and even more like a group of rising flames, while Ye Shaohan is like a moth in the sea of fire, and can be buried by the moth at any time.
Even so, Ye Shaohan still drew his sword fearlessly. A warrior can only go further if he is not afraid of dangers. Even if the sea of fire surges into the sky and the mountains reach the sky, Ye Shaohan will put out the sea of fire and crush the mountains to pieces.
In the vast white world, the entire dead city was covered with a layer of gauze. The white gauze covered up the vicissitudes of the dead city and also covered up the bones left behind for thousands of years.
Outside the dead city, the skeletons were once again lying quietly on the pool of blood, covered by the falling snow. The Green Dragon skeleton and the Suzaku skeleton no longer hovered in the sky and left quietly.
The dead city once again fell into deathly silence, and the roars of the resentful spirits ceased. "Kill!" A low roar echoed in vain above the nine heavens, and the sound of heaven and earth was nothing more than that.
The murderous intent contained in this voice is so terrifying that even the sky changes color. This murderous intent can destroy the heavens and the earth.
After putting on her dress, Xiao Luoxue raised her head, with a trace of inexplicable heartache in her cold beautiful eyes: "Ye Shaohan!"
The flying snowflakes had cut off any breath. Xiao Luoxue could no longer feel Ye Shaohan's breath, but she could feel Ye Shaohan's absolute determination. The Forgetting Sword trembled slightly and let out a mournful sword chant.
"Ye Shaohan!" A voice as crisp as an oriole rose into the sky, Xiao Luoxue stepped forward with her sword in hand, but unfortunately, the will contained in the snow catkins blocked her steps.
And her voice was also covered by the sound of the wind, and the whirlpool of life and death still hovered above the nine heavens, with the flying snow below.
The flying snow also covered up Xiao Luoxue's figure, and the sword was buried in the wind and snow.
"Kill!" An earth-shattering roar roared out. After burning the power of his soul, while Ye Shaohan's aura continued to surge, his vitality was rapidly drained from his body.
With the loss of life, Ye Shaohan's body was filled with a trace of death, and the light on the Moon God's mark gradually dimmed.
Ru Mo's long hair gradually turned white, turning pale, and Ye Shaohan suddenly became extremely old.
"Kill!" Ye Shaohan roared out, this was the murderous intention roared out with his life.
Ding! The Qilin Sword was swung again. The bright sword light replaced the snow in the sky. The sound of the sword became the sound of heaven and earth. Ye Shaohan held the Qilin Sword for just a moment. The sword shadows were brought up one after another, and the sword shadows were all over the place.
From the sky, it shoots straight towards the prince.
One sword, two swords, three swords, until ten swords!
"All the fires in the world, listen to my order and gather together!" Ye Shaohan's dim eyes were full of murderous intent. The eleventh sword shot out. The fires in the world surged out like a tide, and the rules of fire merged!
The prince looked at the sword rainbow that suddenly appeared with a solemn expression. Each sword rainbow contained ten strands of will. The most terrifying thing was that it was integrated into the murderous intention of the world and the ultimate killing rule!
With the loss of vitality, wrinkles have appeared on Ye Shaohan's face. In the blink of an eye, the marks of aging are all over his body, and even his tight muscles have become sluggish and weak.
The burning of the soul is still continuing, but this is far from enough. Just eleven swords cannot tear this vast world apart, let alone repel the prince.
"Thunder represents the world and enforces the rules. I control the magical power of thunder and control the rules! The thunder of heaven and earth listens to my orders and gather together!" Blood dripped from the corner of Ye Shaohan's mouth and fell on the hilt of the sword, causing a splash of blood.
Bearing the heartbreaking pain, Ye Shaohan swung out his twelfth sword. This sword was extremely domineering. Thousands of thunderous electric snakes tore the sky apart, appeared through the air, and wandered around the Qilin Sword. Thunder rules
Integrate into this sword.
In an instant, the surroundings turned into a thunder pool, and the monstrous sea of fire splashed sparks in the thunder pool, and ten strands of will merged into it.
"The rules of ice. Extreme cold can freeze the heaven and earth, and extreme cold can destroy the world. I realized the rules of ice in the wind and snow. All the snow comes together, and the ice of the world gathers!" Ye Shaohan roared crazily, and drew out his sword.
The thirteenth sword once again brought up a bright sword rainbow.
Thousands of miles of ice and snow, thousands of miles of ice, and pieces of bloody snowflakes are falling from the sky. Every piece of blood is covered with biting ice rules and cold murderous intent.
Two different kinds of snowflakes were floating in the sky, and a touch of blood appeared in the white world.
Thirteen sword rainbows loomed in the flying snow, and the prince's sword eyebrows furrowed deeper. Invoking such majestic rules of heaven and earth, Wu Dai went crazy!
Bloody snowflakes were flying, and a sense of murder filled the heaven and earth.
The void is like a calm lake, where ripples rise where the snowflakes fall.
Thirteen sword rainbows loomed in the wind and snow, Ye Shaohan's face became even paler, and his eyes looked dim.
Blood stained his body, and a monstrous fighting spirit filled Ye Shaohan's body, and his long hair like snow danced wildly.
"My sword kills countless creatures in the world! My spiritual master kills the spirit master, the spirit master kills the spirit sect, the spirit sect kills the spirit master, and the spirit master kills the spirit emperor!"
"My murderous intention can kill the sky, destroy the earth, kill for the heaven and the earth, kill the heaven and the earth, condense the rules!" The vitality is rapidly flowing out of Ye Shaohan's body, and Ye Shaohan's voice seems older and deeper.