"My sword melts my killing intent!" The Qilin Sword brought out a bright sword light, which rendered the surrounding flying snow into ink color.
The hair was like snow, and the silver strands fell on the flying snow like running water, and the breeze rolled up behind Ye Shaohan, forming afterimages.
"The wind is formless, the wind has no form. If the wind takes form, it can tear the heaven and the earth apart! The strong winds of heaven and earth gather together!" Ye Shaohan whispered, and dozens of afterimages overlapped together, evolving into Ye Shaohan's fourteenth sword.
The hundred-foot-high wind, carrying the power of heaven and earth, transformed into the fourteenth sword rainbow.
"Are you reaching your limit?" Ye Shaohan whispered, blood already staining the sword body red.
"I can still draw the sword, the fourteenth sword!" At this moment, Ye Shaohan was like an old man in his twilight years, the vitality in his body was getting more and more dissipated, and the will of death was everywhere.
"My left hand holds life, and my right hand holds death. The reincarnation of heaven and earth is the cycle of life and death. I control killing, control life and death!" Ye Shaohan's voice became softer and softer, but his muttering turned into a world-shattering sound of heaven and earth.
The two energies of life and death fill the entire world, and the wind blowing up brings the rules of life and death. Time is like water, always speechless, and life and death are just moments.
Ding! The Fourteenth Sword and the Rainbow suddenly appeared, and the whole world fell into endless darkness, and even the fluttering snowflakes were dimmed.
In the darkness, the prince's eyes were as bright as stars, and his expression was a little solemn, looking at the fourteen sword rainbows that suddenly appeared.
The roaring sound echoed at this moment. These fourteen sword rainbows condensed into a sword pillar, condensing the magical power evolved from the rules that Ye Shaohan had learned in his life, and the ten strands of will.
This is undoubtedly Ye Shaohan's strongest offensive, a sword that he exerts with all his life. This sword can kill the sky, destroy the earth, and even wipe out the second-level powerful Ling Emperor.
At this moment, the prince closed his eyes, and a sigh resounded. Immediately, an extremely terrifying aura emerged from the prince's body. The killing intent contained in this aura was no less than Ye Shaohan's killing rules.
A faint ray of light emerged from the palm of the prince's hand. It was the broken sword that Li Ren had obtained.
"It is a killing blade, killing millions or even tens of millions of creatures!"
"Although it is my sword, I don't like it because it is stained with a lot of blood!"
"But Fifth Generation, now you have to let me use the sword. You have the qualifications to let me use the sword!" The prince murmured to himself. Although he closed his eyes, a sword rainbow appeared in his mind.
From beginning to end, the prince never drew his sword. In the end, he only used the realm and rules.
The moment the prince held the sword, the majestic mountain stood motionless, and the fallen sword pillar in the world could not attract his attention.
The sword pillar roared towards him, and the broken sword in the prince's hand was lifted lightly, crossing the void, bringing up snowflakes, and falling into the void.
Exhortation! A crisp sword chant resounded, and the sword used the pressure of heaven and earth within ten thousand feet, but this incomparable sword caused the sword pillar to be wiped out silently.
As if the previous momentum was just an illusion, the flowers in the water and the moon in the mirror disappeared. The sword pillar reaching the sky disappeared, but its sharp sword energy rolled out. The sharp sword energy passed across the prince's face, missing by just a hair.
in the darkness.
A flash of light suddenly appeared, and the sharp sword energy tore apart the endless darkness. The white snowflakes fell again, and the surrounding world was still white.
A sword mark appeared on the prince's face. Eye-catching blood-red drops fell and fell on the white robe. A plum blossom shape gradually spread, "Fudai, can you still draw the sword?"
The snowflakes danced like butterflies in the flowers. The Prince's Sword was raised, and the broken sword pointed at the rolling thunder pool ahead. The violent thunder snakes retreated to both sides, and the churning sea of fire dissipated.
An old figure emerged from the thunder pool, and blood-colored snowflakes floated over, dyeing the long snow-like hair red.
Ye Shaohan's face was paler than snow, and his long hair was draped messily on his shoulders, no longer dancing wildly, but falling down.
The loss of vitality is like the passing of years. Ye Shaohan looks like an old man in his twilight years, and his body is filled with deathly silence.
The snow flew and fell on Ye Shaohan. Ye Shaohan's body was still like the spine of a sword, straight and straight without twists and turns.
Ye Shaohan's eyes were still sharp and indifferent, staring straight at the prince in the distance. The blood-stained Qilin sword in his hand made a weak sword roar. At this moment, Ye Shaohan had reached the point where his oil was exhausted.
The Six-Path Sword Corpse was still standing next to Ye Shaohan, but his expression was sluggish, and the martial arts will in his body was even about to dissipate.
The Qilin Sword was raised again, and several strange and beautiful sword flowers were drawn out. The blood-stained sword tip pointed at the prince in the distance. Ye Shaohan's eyes were still terrifyingly calm, as if the previous madness was not him, "I lost, lost."
Very thorough!”
The voice that was neither sad nor happy seemed hoarse. Ye Shaohan looked indifferent, raised his head in vain, looked at the sky filled with flying snow, and murmured: "Finally, there are cracks. Your domain is not without cracks!"
As Ye Shaohan's words fell, the white world collapsed in vain, shattering like a mirror full of cracks!
The snow was still flying, but it could no longer hide Ye Shaohan's figure and the sword in his hand.
The snow could not bury his eyes, and familiar auras filled the void again.
In the void, sword energy surged like a torrent. At the same time, everyone also noticed that the surroundings had returned to normal again, instead of the white world before.
The sky was stained with blood, and several figures fell from the sky, revealing several corpses, including those of warriors from the Martial God Continent and members of the princelings.
In this void, dozens of terrifying wills filled it. At this moment, everyone raised their heads and looked into the void with somewhat shocked expressions, and landed on the twilight figure: "Fifth Generation?"
Although he has become extremely old, everyone present is familiar with this aura, Ye Shaohan's aura.
"Boy Chen!" Fire Qilin, which had transformed into the original body of Qilin, exclaimed and shot its huge body into the void, tearing apart the surrounding bird shadows. The moment the white world appeared, he was worried about Ye Shaohan.
I just didn't expect the situation to be more serious. Now Ye Shaohan's body is getting less and less vitality, it is deathly silent, and his soul is extremely fragile.
The phantom formed by the wind and snow formed a sword formation, and the proud man was trapped in it. His military robe did not show a single wrinkle. Obviously, this sword formation could only temporarily trap the proud man, and did not pose any threat.
"Fifth Generation!" Jiaozi whispered, with a somewhat solemn expression. He raised the sword in his hand, bringing up a bright sword light and shooting straight ahead.
Bang bang! The phantom of the wind and snow blocked the pride again. Ten strands of wills with the same origin but slightly different wills came together to form an invisible shackles, blocking the pace of the pride.
Chi Mu's figure fell into the sight of Zhang Ming and others, and everyone was shocked. Fatty and Zhang Ming did not hesitate to burn the power of their souls, and their auras surged out.
"Ye Shaohan!" Zhang Ming whispered, his lifeless gaze became rippled and no longer so empty.
Lilac flowers fluttered out, and the sword light loomed among the flowers, bringing with it a murderous intent.
Flowers flying and falling all over the sky, the sky can be buried, and this Spirit Emperor realm can also be buried. The fluttering petals fell on the eyebrows of a Spirit Emperor realm. In the horrified eyes of this warrior, a dull sword light emerged.
When he came out, in an instant, endless darkness flooded his mind.
On his forehead, a striking blood hole appeared, and traces of white liquid dripped down, falling on the flying petals.
It is possible to kill people without staining a trace of blood. After burning the power of the soul, Zhang Ming's cultivation is extremely terrifying. The petals fell on Zhang Ming, and Zhang Ming's figure gradually turned into nothingness and went straight to Ye Shaohan.
"Proud World Sword, today we have to dye the blood of the Real Proud World Nine Heavens, the Spirit Emperor Realm!" Fatty whispered, his harmless smile gradually faded away, replaced by endless murderous intent.
With one step in the air, two completely different wills condensed out. Fatty Xiao had a sneer on his lips. His sword was always drawn for Ye Shaohan. He hated killing, but he didn't mind killing for Ye Shaohan.
The sword rainbow suddenly appeared, Ao Shijian came out of his hand, and the figures of Ao Shijian and Fatty Xiao disappeared into the wind and snow at the same time.
Puff! Pillars of blood spattered out in the wind and snow. The blood spattered dozens of feet, and then spread out and turned into a blood mist.
The two corpses teetered in the void, and finally fell into the forest of tombstones, making a heavy sound and splashing ice chips all over the ground.
Two long rainbows spanned hundreds of feet, tearing apart the dancing snowflakes and roaring towards them.
The two pressures set off a wave of space, easing the pressure brought by the Spirit Emperor's domain.
In an instant, both Zhang Ming and Fatty Xiao frowned, and Ye Shaohan's injury was more serious than imagined.
Without any hesitation, both of them slapped their left hands on Ye Shaohan's back. Incomparably thick spiritual energy poured into Ye Shaohan's body, dispelling the lifeless energy swirling in Ye Shaohan's body.
The prince clasped his hands on his back and looked at Zhang Ming and Fatty Xiao with an indifferent expression. He did not stop their actions. In his opinion, Ye Shaohan had reached the point where his fuel was exhausted and he could fall with just one sword.
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"Ahem!" Ye Shaohan coughed, his pale face getting paler, a trace of blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, his soul was severely injured, most of the vitality in his body was lost, and he was very weak. Ye Shaohan hated this feeling of weakness.
Turning around, Ye Shaohan smiled miserably, "I lost!"
He once challenged hundreds of Lingzong realms with his Lingzong realm sword, and he was never defeated.
He has killed numerous people in the Spirit Emperor realm, including Li Ren, Gu Tian, and Murong Yu with the Spirit Master Realm, but he has never been defeated.
He created too many legends, but after these legends, Ye Shaohan suffered even more sadness.
But Ye Shaohan knew that today he was completely defeated. No matter how talented he is, an undeveloped genius is always a weakling.
Ye Shaohan walked step by step towards the forest of tombstones below. The wind and snow rolled through the forest of tombstones, and a whistling sound swayed, like the cries of the tombstones.