Even though these family heads have seen the world, their expressions couldn't help but change at this moment. Is this still the Han family manor? There are rivers of blood and corpses everywhere.
The bloody scenes outside the hall cannot affect the battle inside the hall at all.
In the hall, the originally dense crowds of people had long since disappeared, leaving only a few people. The tables and chairs inside had long since turned into sawdust. Sword shadows filled the sky, sawdust were flying, and the entire hall shook with the destruction of the sword energy.
After realizing the origin of the wind, Ye Shaohan's sword became even more powerful, like a violent storm, suppressing Han Zhenlong with the power of breaking a bamboo.
"City Lord! Please take Han Xiaoshuang and leave immediately!"
Han Zhenlong shouted in surprise, and quickly returned his moves. At the same time, he slashed down with the sword in his right hand, slamming into Ye Shaohan's sword with huge force. The terrifying force barely managed to slow down Ye Shaohan's attack, and at the same time, it gave him a brief moment to breathe.
"Zhenlong! Combine the strength of the two of us and kill this man first and then talk about it!"
The Lord of Tianfeng City also drew his own sword. With one sword pull out, the sword light was like a rainbow and shot directly towards Ye Shaohan's chest. Han Zhenlong suppressed the blood in his chest and launched another offensive.
The sharp sword shadows of the two men enveloped Ye Shaohan's figure. The spiritual energy surged crazily, and the offensive became more and more fierce. Nine sword shadows appeared around him, and soon the nine sword shadows merged into one, with terrifying power.
, shattering the sword energy containing Han Zhenlong and the Lord of Tianfeng City with the might of breaking bamboo.
The terrifying force shook the two of them apart. Almost at the same time, the two of them stepped on the ground at the same time and stepped back several meters. But how could Ye Shaohan let him get his wish? His body followed him like a shadow, and a layer of cyan sword energy floated on his fingertips.
The unpredictable trajectories brought out several slow and clear afterimages.
Ye Shaohan's right finger collided with Han Zhenlong's sword, and it made a sound like gold and iron.
At the same time, the sword energy wrapped around Ye Shaohan's fingers instantly tore apart Han Zhenlong's body-protecting aura. A trace of sharp sword energy shot out from his fingertips, piercing through Han Zhenlong's entire heart. The terrifying force tore Han Zhenlong's body.
The body rolled several times on the ground.
Until his death, Han Zhenlong didn't know how his Han family had recruited this mortal enemy!
A green tornado shot out from the soles of his feet. Ye Shaohan's figure instantly changed direction and shot towards the Lord of Maple City.
A hint of horror flashed in Tianfeng City's eyes, and he flew back as fast as possible.
At this moment, he kept cursing in his heart why he was so kind just now and actually wanted to join forces with Han Zhenlong to kill the man in black. Looking at the sword light that was getting closer and closer, his retreat speed reached the limit.
But he retreated quickly, and Ye Shaohan advanced even faster. The light of the Qilin Sword quickly shortened the distance between them visible to the naked eye...
"I am the City Lord of Tianfeng City! If you kill me, you will be hunted down by the Tianfeng City guards!"
As the guards chased after them, Ye Shaohan's dark eyes showed a trace of ridicule, and his figure accelerated again. The Lord of Tianfeng City only felt that a sword light that was too powerful to resist appeared in front of him, piercing directly from his forehead.
As he passed by, his figure staggered and fell to the ground.
His body suddenly stopped, and when Ye Shaohan waved his long sword to deal with several guards who rushed over, his cold eyes fell on Han Xiaoshuang on the high platform.
As if she sensed Ye Shaohan's gaze, Han Xiaoshuang stopped crying and stood up slowly. Her face was pale, and her watery eyes were full of murderous intent. It was hard to imagine that she, a lady like everyone, would be like this at this moment, with no trace of emotion on her face.
He looked panicked and said in a cold voice: "Your Excellency, you have a grudge against my Han family!"
Looking at Han Xiaoshuang, Ye Shaohan's eyes never changed. The sword rose, blood spattered, and the beautiful woman died.
Yesterday's song was still floating in Ye Shaohan's ears. However, the beautiful woman in front of him turned into a cold corpse. The long sword was swung, and the sword energy shot out like a tide at the few remaining Han family disciples in the hall.
Go, bursts of screams suddenly sounded, and with a kick, he jumped out of the hall, and the hall collapsed at this moment.
The screams around him kept ringing in Ye Shaohan's ears. Ye Shaohan raised his head, narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at the blue sky, and muttered to himself.
"No matter what the reason is, killing is always a sin! Isn't it? Isn't it stupid to turn back after you have already gone halfway?"
The killing still continued in the hands of Ye Shaohan. With the addition of Ye Shaohan and Zhang Ming, two level 3 spiritual masters, the fate of the Han family's children was undoubtedly doomed.
And those Han family children who tried to escape from the Han family manor were killed by the sword energy shooting from the front after only taking half a step out of the manor. The heads of the aristocratic families who were watching felt palpitated. What these men in black did
, undoubtedly intending to destroy the Han family.
However, what puzzles them is why the old man of the Han family hasn't appeared yet.
As the afterglow of the setting sun shrouded the entire manor, the screams in the manor disappeared. Ye Jiajun held a sword and kept flashing around the Han family manor, and from time to time he made up for those Ye Jiajun who still had some breath.
The heads of those aristocratic families were frightened to see that there were more than 600 people in the Han family, and no one was left alive.
Ye Shaohan, on the other hand, put all the elixirs, martial arts, and gold coins in the Han family's warehouse into the necklace. The air was filled with the pungent smell of blood. When Ye Shaohan stepped out of the pavilion, Ye Jiajun and Zhang Ming were already waiting for him outside, and the Han family was bloodbathed.
, which lasted for more than half an hour, among the fifty Ye Jiajun, except for several serious injuries, no one died.
Nodding towards Zhang Ming, indicating that he was ready to leave, Ye Shaohan suddenly raised his head, swung his long sword, and shot out several sword energy towards the three middle-aged people on the pavilion. The three people had not yet responded.
Coming over, the sword energy penetrated the hearts of the three of them. The heads of the surrounding families all took a step back. Could it be that this murderous star was going to take action against him?
"I know that there must be some Han family children among you! I'll count three seconds. After three seconds, the Han family children haven't come out yet! Then you will be buried with the Han family together!"
Ye Shaohan's voice was cold and cruel, without any emotion or color, just like the cold wind in winter, constantly cutting everyone's faces.
Damn, this killing star is so cruel. Being stared at by Ye Shaohan's emotionless and colorful eyes, these usually arrogant heads of the aristocratic family couldn't help but feel a wave of heart palpitations.
Almost at the same time, dozens of figures were thrown down from the pavilion. At the same time, Ye Shaohan swung his long sword again, ending those dozen lives.
At Ye Shaohan's signal, Ye Jiajun brought kerosene from the warehouse of the Han family manor and sprinkled the kerosene on each pavilion of the Han family. When the torch was lowered, the entire Han family manor instantly became a sea of fire, and Ye Shaohan
The figure of the others turned into a shadow and disappeared into the Han family manor...
...
In the Ye family, Ye Gaotong was practicing in the pavilion as usual. Suddenly, a figure appeared strangely beside him.
Slowly opening his eyes, Ye Gaotong looked forward and said to the shadow: "What's the situation?"
"Master Shaohao is still the same as before, and Master Shaohan is back!" The voice was extremely feminine, obviously a woman's voice.
"oh!"
Ye Gaotong frowned slightly, Ye Shaohan had only been away for more than ten days, and he came back so soon. Could it be that the mission had failed.
Sensing Ye Gaotong's doubts, the shadow continued: "Master Shaohan's mission has been completed, the Han family in Tianfeng City has been destroyed, and what shocked my subordinates was the Ye family army who accompanied Master Shaohan this time.
There are no casualties!" Shadow's voice was trembling, and he still can't believe the information he got.
"No casualties!"
Even Ye Gaotong can't keep calm in his heart. Although the Han family in Tianfeng City is not a top family, its strength cannot be underestimated. He had thought that Ye Shaohan would complete the task in advance, but he did not expect that Ye Shaohan would complete it so perfectly.
Let him be shocked by it.
After calming down the shock in his heart, Ye Gaotong continued: "The Ye family army who participated in the mission with Ye Shaohan this time will each be rewarded with three thousand gold coins!" The shadow responded respectfully, and the figure mysteriously disappeared into the pavilion again.
Silence returned to the pavilion again. Ye Gaotong stood up slowly, looked at the dark night sky, and said softly: "I don't know how many more shocks you are going to give me!"
In the dark night, in the courtyard, a figure swayed, and the long snow-like hair was extremely dazzling. Inside the house, a figure sat coiled up, breathing calmly, and the wind and fire aura between heaven and earth moved towards Ye Shaohan like a tide.
The body surged away, and the spiritual energy continued to surge in Ye Shaohan's body like a tide.
The originally empty meridians were filled with spiritual energy of two different attributes, and soon even the Dantian was filled with two different attributes.
Immediately, Ye Shaohan condensed two kinds of spiritual energy, and the amount of spiritual energy was reduced by half again. However, a few moments later, the spiritual energy filled Ye Shaohan's body again.
Looking from a distance, Ye Shaohan's whole body exudes a faint green and red color, and waves of weak breeze surround him. At the same time, the temperature inside the room is much higher than the outside, like a furnace, and for several seconds
After that, Ye Shaohan slowly opened his eyes, and a star-like light flashed in his eyes.
Feeling the surging spiritual energy in his body, a smile appeared on the corner of Ye Shaohan's mouth, and he murmured: "The peak of the spiritual master! Finally arrived!"
After several consecutive battles, Ye Shaohan not only exercised his sword skills, but also constantly condensed Ye Shaohan's spiritual energy. At this moment, he finally reached the peak of the spiritual master. He never relied on the effect of the elixir. Ye Shaohan always remembered Huo Qilin's words:
"Spiritual masters and spiritual masters are just the foundation. Although the children of aristocratic families who rely on elixirs to practice are much faster than ordinary people, their achievements are not as good as those of warriors who rely on themselves. This is the importance of the foundation!"
A tall building rises from the ground. The better the foundation you lay, the further you will go on the road of martial arts.
How could Ye Shaohan not know such a simple truth? Therefore, during this period of time, he has been condensing spiritual energy. Today, he has reached the peak of spiritual master. However, the spiritual energy can no longer be condensed. The spiritual energy has reached a certain limit. The origin of wind has been understood.
Now Ye Shaohan only needs to understand the origin of fire to draw wind and fire into his body again.
Wind and fire enter the body to condense one's own aura, thereby evolving the aura into wind-origin aura and fire-origin aura.