Stepping on the snow, Ye Shaohan walked towards the void with his sword. His figure was still thin, but it could not be ignored.
The clothes were flying, Xiao Luoxue followed Ye Shaohan, her face was like a pool of stagnant water, motionless, "This is your style, Ye Shaohan!"
The sound of killing in the void had become extremely low at some point, and most of the warriors noticed Ye Shaohan and Xiao Luoxue coming through the air.
Hua Wujian and others were struggling hard. They relaxed slightly and gathered together.
Hua Wujian's expression was slightly startled, his eyes were a little complicated, and he looked at the figure coming from the sky, "Madman, Xiao Luo!"
Hua Wujian sighed slightly and felt Ye Shaohan's aura fluctuations. He knew that Ye Shaohan and Xiao Luoxue were just two dead souls.
"I remember that I was like this many years ago!" Ye Shaohan murmured softly, his long snow-like hair hanging down, and he walked towards the young man and others step by step.
The young man frowned slightly and took a step forward with his sword. Hundreds of white-clothed warriors were behind the young man. A terrifying aura rose into the sky and swept out like a huge wave. This terrifying aura was enough to drown Ye Shaohan.
and Xiao Luoxue.
Raising his head, Ye Shaohan still had a calm expression, his eyes swept over the young man and others, and he murmured softly: "Xiao Luo, do you think they can stop me?"
Hearing this, Xiao Luoxue shook her head and said with a smile: "Many years ago, they couldn't stop you, and many years later, they will be the same!"
"It's unstoppable!" Ye Shaohan murmured, and a long-dormant aura awakened in his body. This aura had been dormant for ten years.
The dim Moon God mark also gradually erupted with bright silver light. In an instant, a majestic momentum appeared on him. He was holding a sword alone. Just relying on this momentum, Ye Shaohan completely suppressed the white-clothed warriors.
"The most romantic thing is to slowly grow younger together, what do you think?" Ye Shaohan chuckled, his white clothes rustling.
Lifting his steps, Ye Shaohan took a step forward. With just this step, a melodious sword chant erupted in vain in the void. The aura on Ye Shaohan became more and more terrifying, Spirit Master, Spirit King Realm, Spirit Sect, Spirit Master!
A terrifying aura swept out, rushing towards the young man and the white-clothed warriors. Snowflakes danced all over the sky, bringing with them a bone-chilling killing intent.
There was a burst of exclamation, and more than a thousand white-clothed warriors retreated straight back. Under the impact of the majestic momentum, these people were like a lonely boat in the sea.
After retreating again and again, retreating hundreds of feet, blood mist spread and dyed the snow in the sky red.
Bang bang! The young man and the rest of the spiritual masters also took a few steps back. Except for the young man who had no blood on the corner of his mouth, everyone else had a trace of blood on their faces.
His face was a little pale, and there was clearly a look of shock in the young man's eyes. How could this terrifying aura come from a late visitor?
Hua Wujian and others also looked extremely stunned, with such a terrifying aura. Is he really a madman?
With his clothes fluttering, Ye Shaohan walked forward with his sword in hand, "Old man, it's time to get blood!"
"Kill him!" the young man said lightly, the sword in his hand brought up afterimages, the ice rules surged like a tide, and the surrounding snow condensed into ice swords.
Bang! As soon as the young man's footsteps fell, ten thousand ice swords shot out with his sword.
Dozens of Spirit Masters came out with swords in hand, followed by ten thousand ice swords, with stern looks in their eyes. Although the old man's aura was terrifying, he was still in the Spirit Master Realm, so how could he withstand the power of everyone.
No one can stop Ye Shaohan's pace, not even the ten thousand ice swords transformed by the rules of ice in front of him.
"Condensing the ice rules, yes, but it's a pity that you shouldn't use the ice rules in front of me!" Ye Shaohan shook his head and said lightly: "Many years ago, this ice rule was under my control, and it is still like this for many years.
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"Many years ago, the rules of ice came under my control!" A dull lingering voice hovered in the sky. In an instant, all the ice swords stood strangely still, trembling slightly.
Ye Shaohan came on the snow, looking at the passing sword light with an indifferent expression, and a smile that had not appeared in several years appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Bang bang! The sword finger was lifted up quietly. As Ye Shaohan waved his sleeves and robes, the stationary ice swords turned around in vain and fired away.
Dozens of spiritual masters showed horrified expressions in their eyes, and at the same time, an extremely terrifying will roared over. The power of this will far exceeded everyone's imagination.
Dozens of people were like targets, standing in the void unable to move, allowing the volley of sword light to shoot past them, piercing their hearts with thousands of swords.
The bloody light suddenly appeared, and dozens more ice sculptures emerged. Even until death, these warriors still retained a look of horror on their faces.
The young man's eyes showed a look of horror. Previously, he had actually lost control of the rules of ice.
Bang bang! Thousands of ice swords flew away and turned into ice shards, and two figures in white emerged from it.
The wind swept through the ice shards all over the sky, and Ye Shaohan still held Xiao Luoxue's hand. The vitality generated by the death of dozens of spiritual master realm warriors filled the void. As Ye Shaohan drew his long sword, this vitality immediately turned into a stream of light.
Integrate into his and Xiao Luoxue's bodies.
Life flowed and merged into flesh and blood, and the hands of Ye Shaohan and Xiao Luoxue were no longer so withered and weak.
Dressed in white, falling into the eyes of a young man is no less than the arrival of the God of Death, and the rusty Kirin sword is the sickle of the God of Death.
Holding the Qilin Sword tightly, Ye Shaohan chuckled: "Now I can hold the hilt firmly!"
Before he finished speaking, Ye Shaohan's white clothes fluttered and his figure swayed and merged into the flying snow.
His hair was as white as frost, and his clothes were as white as snow! The whole world turned into a white world, and the young man's heart tightened, and an inexplicable chill came over him.
His eyes narrowed, and the young man suddenly stepped back, staring directly at the surging wind and snow in front of him. A beautiful sword light tore through the wind and snow and emerged.
In an instant, the area within a hundred feet was plunged into endless darkness. This darkness was like a tide, flowing continuously, and it only took an instant to drown the young man's figure.
The sky and the earth were eclipsed in the darkness, and a flash of sword light passed through this beautiful sword light and fell into the depths of the young man's eyes. At this moment, the young man realized that everything was over.
Bang! The sword light dissipated, bringing with it a striking bloody light. The darkness was gone and the young man's body drew a long arc in the air like a meteor, and was thrown far away.
A striking sword mark spread across the young man's neck. This sword not only wiped out the young man's vitality, but also wiped out his soul.
His clothes were dancing, and Ye Shaohan's figure landed lightly on the snow. His expression was still calm and light. He was a Level 3 Spirit Master. He had killed him many years ago.
"The sky will always belong to his stage. No matter how many years he disappears, once he returns to this stage, he will still be him!" Xiao Luoxue chuckled and her former appearance was gone, but this smile gave people a feeling of spring breeze.
In just a few breaths, dozens of Spirit Masters fell in such a strange way. The void seemed to fall into deathly silence. Both the white-clothed warriors and Hua Wujian and others were staring straight at the flying white-clothed one, "
Have they all perished?”
"Dead!" Wang You climbed up from the flowers with shock in his eyes: "Is this the strength of a madman?"
The dancing clothes became eternity in Wang You's eyes, and a memory that had been silent for a long time also awakened in the depths of Wang You's mind.
Wang's right eye showed a dazed look, and he murmured: "I saw a madman many years ago. Was it a previous life? Why do I feel so far away? How long has it been?"
Blood stains circled around the Qilin Sword, and a cold light filled the dull sword body. The blood washed away the traces of time, and the rust gradually fell off.
The sword conceals its edge because of the swordsman, and the sword also reveals its edge because of the swordsman.
"The vitality is still not enough!" Ye Shaohan walked toward the white-clothed warrior in the distance with his sword, dragging the Qilin Sword.
Ding! All the swords within a radius of ten thousand feet emitted a crisp sword roar, as if being suppressed by an invisible force, groaning sadly.
Hua Wujian's eyes were slightly lowered, and he noticed the change in the sword, with a look of astonishment in his eyes, "How is this possible?"
On the sword, Hua Wujian actually felt a sense of surrender, as if welcoming the emperor in the sword, all the swords roared in unison.
Ding Ding! Everything can be a sword. In the Flower City, the dead leaves all over the ground suddenly fluttered and shot out, like a sword off the string, pointing at Ye Shaohan.
The wildly dancing snowflakes circled around, and Ye Shaohan's area within a thousand feet was covered with dead leaves and snowflakes.
"I'm back!" Ye Shaohan whispered, but his deep voice was like the sound of heaven and earth, echoing in the nine heavens and lingering for a long time.
A melodious sword chant also sounded between heaven and earth. Thousands of sword chants formed terrifying sound waves. The sound waves turned into sound swords and shot out.
Whoosh! The sound swords shot out in volleys pierced the sky, and the dark turbulence surged around the swords. Every warrior in white was directly wiped out by the sound swords, leaving no ashes behind.
More than a thousand white-clothed warriors looked horrified and stepped back, walking in unison as if they had been trained.
“The moment you hold the sword, you must be prepared to kill, and you must also be prepared to be killed.
"There is no crime in killing. As long as you think you can kill, you should persist." Ye Shaohan walked slowly and slowly. Every time he took a step, the world suddenly trembled. He raised his left hand, stood his sword fingers side by side, and pointed out lightly.
Ding! Thousands of sword leaves shot out, and the entire void became a sea of sword leaves, with blood lotuses blooming in it.
The screams gathered into a sad song, just a few breaths away. Thousands of corpses fell straight down, blood dancing in the air, adding a touch of red to the white world.
The vitality of more than a thousand warriors was extremely majestic. At the moment when these vitalities were about to dissipate, Ye Shaohan grabbed them forward with one hand, and the vitality continued to flow towards him and Xiao Luoxue and merged into his body.
As vitality filled the air, in Ye Shaohan's mind, the dull soul bloomed with bright white light, and the white light drove away all the aura of death.
Ye Shaohan turned around and raised his sword finger again. As the sword finger moved, a series of air swords emerged.
Looking down at the Flower City below, the former Flower City has become a hell on earth.
Ye Shaohan sighed slightly. Thousands of qi swords dragged the bright sword light across the sky. Thousands of swords came down together with a huge momentum.