The petals are dancing wildly all over the sky, drifting to no one knows where.
Ye Shaohan looked at the sky blankly, while Xiao Luoxue stood behind him. Their expressions did not change at all when facing the warriors who came with great momentum.
The old man came through the air, and a terrifying pressure enveloped the entire courtyard, followed closely by dozens of white-clothed warriors.
"Who I thought could be involved in such a majestic vitality turns out to be just an old man who wants to be buried!" The old man glanced across the courtyard, waved his sleeves and said calmly: "I can leave these people to you!"
Regardless of Ye Shaohan or Xiao Luoxue, the old man only noticed weak spiritual energy in them, and the richness of the spiritual energy was not as strong as that of a Spirit Emperor.
"No!" four white-clothed warriors shouted, and they walked straight towards Ye Shaohan and Xiao Luoxue.
The old man turned around and headed straight for the battlefield in the void. However, before he took a few steps, several screams could be heard.
The old man suddenly turned around and looked at the scene in front of him with some surprise. The four warriors who had come out with swords stood strangely ten meters away from Ye Shaohan. A striking sword mark appeared on the necks of the four people.
A rusty sword can also kill people. A trace of blood swirled on the Qilin Sword. Ye Shaohan still looked into the void, as if he was not the one who drew the sword before, "A very familiar sword, this is my sword skill!"
Many years ago, I killed someone like this? Ye Shaohan pondered, looking a little confused, but he couldn't remember anything.
The petals flew through the void, fluttering and falling on the corners of Ye Shaohan's eyes. Ye Shaohan suddenly closed his eyes, and something that had been sleeping for a long time was awakening in his body.
Many years ago, I seemed to have killed many people, but I can't remember how many.
I remembered that many years ago, I was a student, and later I became a killer. For money, I killed many people, including international superstars, ordinary citizens, women and children, and children.
Later, I came to the Martial God Continent and became Ye Shaohan. I killed many people, including spiritual masters, spiritual emperors, spiritual sects, spiritual masters, and even spiritual emperors.
I remember many years ago, there was an old guy who liked to call me kid, but I just called him Xiaohuo.
I remember many years ago, when I was young and frivolous, I broke into the imperial capital for a woman named Xiao Luoxue.
I remember many years ago, there was a woman named Li Zishan, a guy named Zhang Ming who practiced swordplay with me every day, and a guy who drew my sword for me, Fatty.
I remember many years ago, a group of guys called me the Patriarch, a group of guys called me the Sect Leader, some called me the Fifth Generation, and some called me the Emperor.
Many, many people, Aunt Feng, Ye Shaolan, Xiao Linger, Feixuan, Shaofang, Liu Yuehong, Huang Shaoping...
I can’t remember exactly how many years ago it was. It was very far away. Was it a past life?
Click! A sound resounded in Ye Shaohan's mind in vain, like the sound of a seal breaking.
One after another, extremely familiar pictures swept over him like a tide. Ye Shaohan was immersed in these pictures, and the confusion on his face gradually receded.
The petals fluttered across Ye Shaohan's cheeks. Ye Shaohan opened his eyes, still looking into the void, but his confusion was gradually replaced by Qingming: "Many years ago, that guy Ye Shaoping called me the master of the family, that guy Yue Wuxie called me the sect master, and that guy Liu Dong called me the sect master.
Call me Emperor!"
"There are still some people who like to call me the Fifth Generation!" The dull look on Ye Shaohan's face completely dissipated, "Who am I? I am Ye Shaohan, the head of the Ye Family, the Sword God Sect, the Fifth Generation Moon God, the Blood God
Prison Emperor!"
Many years ago, my name was Wu Dai, and many years later, I am still Wu Dai.
Everyone, I'm back.
The fluttering petals were still in the void at this moment, and the world echoed with Ye Shaohan's whisper: "Many years ago, my name was Wu Dai!"
A melodious sword chant echoed between heaven and earth, and the Qilin Sword vibrated in Ye Shaohan's hand.
The sword is unsheathed because of the swordsman, and the sword also conceals its edge because of the swordsman.
Ye Shaohan turned around and looked at Xiao Luoxue with slightly tender eyes. Every detail of the past ten years flooded into Ye Shaohan's heart.
The withered hand passed over the wrinkled face, and the appearance of the past was no longer the same. Who could have imagined that this face was once a face that could subvert the world.
Xiao Luoxue's delicate body trembled slightly, she knew that Ye Shaohan had regained his past.
Remembering the scene when Xiao Luoxue bathed himself for the first time, Ye Shaohan raised a smile on his lips.
Xiao Luoxue glared at Ye Shaohan, "Why are you laughing?"
"I'm laughing at you for having been eaten by you day and night for the past ten years. Alas!" Ye Shaohan sighed slightly, his clear eyes as bright as stars.
A rare blush appeared on Xiao Luoxue's face, and she pretended to be indifferent and said: "You are a man of this palace, so how can you talk about eating tofu?"
Hearing this, Ye Shaohan's smile grew thicker, and then his face straightened: "I spent my best years with a fool, thank you for your hard work!"
Ye Shaohan still remembers the scene of Xiao Luoxue transferring life to him every night. Perhaps the most romantic thing in the world is to grow old with you.
As her fingertips traced the silver thread, Ye Shaohan sighed slightly, she had paid too much for herself.
Xiao Luoxue shook her head and said calmly: "You can conquer the imperial capital for me, why can't I spend all my years for you?"
Looking into each other's eyes, Ye Shaohan saw persistence in Xiao Luoxue's eyes, which was Xiao Luoxue's unique persistence.
Regardless of whether others understand it or not, Xiao Luoxue always persists in her persistence, and she brings Ye Shaohan back to the past.
"Madman!" Wang You whispered, looking a little ecstatic. He saw the changes in Ye Shaohan, especially the dullness on his face was no longer gone.
Hearing this, Ye Shaohan turned around and smiled lightly. This guy had been nagging him for ten years, complaining to him every night.
"You'll be fine in Huacheng with me!" Ye Shaohan's voice was gentle, but it gave people a sense of trust.
Wang You secretly breathed a sigh of relief, he was convinced that Ye Shaohan could do it.
"Tsk, tut, the guy who stepped half-step into the coffin!" In the void, the old man shook his head slightly and chuckled.
Hearing this, Ye Shaohan turned around and looked into the void with a calm expression. His eyes passed over the flying petals and landed on the old man.
An inexplicable chill swept over him, and the smile on the corner of the old man's mouth froze immediately. When his eyes touched Ye Shaohan, his figure suddenly trembled.
What kind of look is this? Gujing Wubo's look gives people an inexplicable vicissitude.
"Can a rusty sword kill people?" Ye Shaohan muttered to himself as his sword fingers flicked the Qilin Sword, and the melodious sword chant echoed.
The Qilin Sword shook slightly and its petals fell on the sword without being scratched. The sword had been rusty for nearly ten years.
"The sword is rusty, so it needs to be baptized with blood. What do you think, old man?" Ye Shaohan took a step forward. His steps were still unsteady, but this step seemed to have the entire world beneath it.
The weak sunlight tore apart the clouds in vain and fell over the courtyard. The swirling vitality revolved around and condensed into more petals, petals of vitality.
The petals of vitality fell and fell on Ye Shaohan and Xiao Luoxue, and finally merged into their bodies.
Xiao Luo: Actually, the style I know is not just about taking you to kill people. There is another very romantic thing in the world, and that is to accompany you to slowly become younger.
The weak spiritual energy circulated in Ye Shaohan's body and continued to grow. Ye Shaohan raised his head and looked at the vitality hovering above, "These vitality are enough to restore the vitality that has dissipated in the body, but to restore it to its peak, these are far from enough!"
The old man frowned slightly, and an uneasy feeling emerged in his heart. He waved his sleeves and shouted: "Capture him!"
Before he finished speaking, dozens of sword lights shot out, and the auras of a dozen white-clothed warriors locked onto Ye Shaohan tightly, and their swords spread out, surging like a torrent.
"Lingzong? I killed many people many years ago, but I forgot how many I killed." Ye Shaohan murmured, his expression as calm as ever, as if nothing in the world could move him, at least not the white-clothed warriors in front of him.
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The snowflakes are like dancing butterflies, dancing gracefully.
The blazing sword light tore into pieces the sky, but when the sword light touched the snow flakes, it collapsed.
The eyes of the warriors in white stopped at this moment, and the flying snowflakes became eternity in their eyes.
The vision became extremely blurred, and the vitality dissipated in the bodies of dozens of white-clothed warriors.
The cold wind blew through the snowflakes, which fell on the warriors in white. Dozens of crystal clear ice sculptures emerged. The weak sunlight fell on them, reflecting streaks of light.
The light that fell into the old man's eyes was so dazzling. This scene was so weird that he didn't even know anything had happened. His panic expression was revealed inadvertently, and the old man instinctively stepped back.
The old man did not dare to look directly at the calm gaze of the ancient well. The spiritual energy in his body surged out, churning endlessly and hissing. The surging spiritual energy flow turned into spiritual energy shields. Only in this way did the old man feel a sense of security.
"Many years ago, I also killed someone in the spiritual realm!" A plain voice suddenly rang in the old man's ears, like a magic sound, hovering in his mind and lingering for a long time.
The vitality that filled the void surged in and entered Ye Shaohan's body.
A thin snowflake circled around the Qilin Sword. Ye Shaohan took Xiao Luoxue's hand and took a step forward. The hanging Qilin Sword was slowly raised and pointed at the old man.
Phew! The snowflakes turned into a rainbow and shot out, crushing the aura shield like a sundering force. In just a moment, the weak snowflakes appeared in the old man's eyes.
The swirling snowflakes were so beautiful that the old man's face instantly turned pale, as if he was in an ice cellar. "Martial arts will?"
A terrifying will merged into the snowflakes, and the old man could only watch the snowflakes falling, bang!
The blood suddenly appeared, the snowflakes disappeared into the old man's eyebrows, a striking blood hole emerged, and a column of blood spattered out.
The terrifying will directly wiped out the old man's soul, and his body swayed like a kite with broken strings, falling weakly.
Bang bang! Bloody light suddenly appeared, dyeing the whole garden of flowers red. Wang You and Yu Song both looked at this scene in disbelief, "The spiritual master realm has fallen?"