Ye Shaohan still looked at his fingers, and then his body moved slightly, turning into a phantom and shooting forward.
The man did not expect that Ye Shaohan would take action suddenly regardless of his identity. He also took a step forward and shouted angrily. The sword he wore was unsheathed instantly, and a terrifying sword energy burst out, shooting towards Ye Shaohan.
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Wherever the sword energy passed, the ground cracked, leaving a sword mark half a meter deep. In an instant, the sword energy arrived in front of Ye Shaohan.
"Suffer death, boy..."
Several cracking methods were simulated in Ye Shaohan's mind. He still stretched his right finger forward and suddenly pointed it out. It was as if he was replaying Ye Shaohan's finger just now. The sharp sword energy at his fingertips instantly hit the man's sword.
Scattered, the terrifying force hit his long sword, causing the man's entire body to fly backwards.
At this moment, he finally felt Ye Shaohan's terror, suppressed the pain in his chest, and kept retreating back.
However, Ye Shaohan's sword energy was faster, and the sharp sword instantly broke through the heavy defenses outside the body of this level 3 spiritual master warrior, directly piercing his forehead.
"It's impossible to be a level 3 spiritual master, why...what..."
A horrifying roar floated out of the man's throat. Finally, he staggered and fell to the ground. He took back his right hand. Ye Shaohan looked at the corpses around him with a calm face and slowly shook his head.
Ye Shaohan said calmly: "Isn't it stupid to leave some time for your opponents to talk? However, those opponents are even more stupid, haha, aren't they?" He seemed to be asking himself, and also seemed to be asking everyone present.
Looking at Ye Shaohan's consistent expression, the surrounding disciples of the Duan family all took a few steps back, a chill slowly spreading in their hearts, this murderous devil.
"What are you afraid of? No matter how powerful that kid is, he is just one person. Why should I, the Duan family, be afraid that behind the children of the Duan family is your home, your relatives, including your old and frail parents, and your newborn children?
, shouldn’t you pick up the sword and defend your homeland?”
A loud roar sounded from behind, and then a black shadow jumped out and landed at the front. It was an old man and the supreme elder of the Duan family.
The roar resounded through the sky like thunder, and the faces of the disciples of the Duan family who originally retreated showed a look of guilt. Immediately, their faces were full of determination, and they took a few steps forward to surround Ye Shaohan and the Ye family army.
Among them, hundreds of powerful auras gathered together and rushed towards Ye Shaohan and others like a violent storm.
Ye Shaohan still had a calm expression on his face, and his thin figure stood proudly amidst the aura.
However, the Ye Jiajun behind Ye Shaohan behaved in an extremely embarrassed manner, with pale faces and injuries on their bodies, and they all took a few steps back.
Ye Shaohao gritted his teeth and persisted. Ye Shaohan caught a glimpse of everyone's reaction and unexpectedly smiled at Ye Jiajun and said, "Are you afraid of death?"
Without waiting for Ye Jiajun's answer, Ye Shaohan turned his head and said to the Duan family: "Are you afraid of death?"
Looking at the harmless smile at the corner of Ye Shaohan's mouth, even these resolute disciples could not help but feel palpitations.
Immediately, Ye Shaohan in front of them turned into a phantom and shot forward. It was extremely rare for the sharp-eyed disciples of the Duan family to catch it, and a long sword appeared in Ye Shaohan's hand.
Sword shadows filled the sky, and an extremely dazzling sword light flashed across the sky. The body of the Supreme Elder of the Duan family fell backwards like a kite with its string cut off, as if its life had been extinguished.
The only remaining level 3 spiritual master warrior died, and he died after just one encounter. Fear spread in the hearts of these disciples of the Duan family. Ye Shaohan is undoubtedly the god of death to the disciples of the Duan family.
When the long sword was waved, there was a resounding sword chant. A circle of invisible sword energy spread out from around Ye Shaohan, turning into countless invisible energy swords and shooting in all directions. The terrifying sword energy cut off the surrounding people.
The children of the family were smashed into pieces, and wherever Ye Shaohan went, pitch-black figures fell down all around.
Looking at the figure in the bloody light, Ye Shaohao and others' eyes couldn't help but glazed over, and a fighting spirit suddenly emerged. The injuries on their bodies were not that serious at this moment. They held the sharp sword in their hands and
He turned into a savage beast and rushed towards the disciples of the Duan family, waving the sword in his hand and constantly harvesting lives.
The entire manor seemed to be filled with the pungent smell of blood, and the snow-like walls were gradually dyed red, turning it into a red world.
There were screams everywhere, the majestic attic was dyed red, flames spread everywhere, the grass and trees burned, and then turned into a raging fire.
Ye Shaohan stopped the sword in his hand, still simulating his sword skills and body skills just now in his mind, and murmured: "It's not enough, it's still a little bit behind."
Looking at the disciples of the Duan family who seemed to have lost their fighting spirit, Ye Shaohan did not swing his sword again. Only a few dozen people could be handed over to Ye Shaohao and others. Moreover, Ye Shaohan would not foolishly think that Ye Gaotong only sent himself to support him.
Around the Duan Family Manor, Ye Shaohan felt a few familiar scents, which belonged to the Ye Family Army.
Is this another test? Putting away the Qilin Sword, Ye Shaohan slowly shook his head. He did not leave Duanjia Manor directly, but walked towards the depths of Duanjia Manor. Those who came to stop him fell down one after another, and an empty road lay in front of him.
Emerged, no one dared to block his way.
Everyone is afraid of death, right? Ye Shaohan asked himself.
A slightly majestic attic appeared in front of Ye Shaohan's eyes. He raised his head and looked at the three big characters on the attic: Library Pavilion.
Pushing open the old door, Ye Shaohan only walked into the attic for a few minutes, and then walked out again. Immediately behind him, there was a raging fire.
The martial arts contained in it were naturally put into the necklace by Ye Shaohan. Without saying hello to Ye Shaohao and others, he jumped out of Duanjia Manor and landed on the back of a wind horse. He patted the wind horse's head and the wind horse made a loud sound.
Ye Shaohan screamed and ran forward slowly, and above him, Ye Shaohan sat quietly on the horse, his eyes slowly closed, and the spiritual energy in him was constantly running according to the mental method, as if he was entering cultivation.
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The golden afterglow filled the entire earth, covering the ground with a layer of golden gauze.
After the sunset, a figure slowly emerged. Ye Shaohan kept his eyes closed and allowed the sitting horse to pace forward.
The spiritual energy followed Ye Shaohan's attraction, slowly surrounding Ye Shaohan, and finally submerged into Ye Shaohan's body.
At this moment, Ye Shaohan also opened his eyes, took out a book of martial arts from his necklace, and held a wine bottle while staring at the martial arts. He was constantly simulating sword skills in his mind, sometimes drinking, and sometimes taking action on horseback.
The sword energy spurted out around Ye Shaohan like a torrent. As Ye Shaohan's right finger continued to change, the sword energy dissipated in an instant. Therefore, wherever Ye Shaohan passed, the ground was full of messes, including one person and one horse.
, a pot, slowly disappearing into the sunset, and the sound of Tata's horse hooves sounded in the afterglow of the sunset...
In this way, Ye Shaohan walked towards Nifeng City in a hurry. After a few days, extending all the way down, Ye Shaohan saw a suspension bridge hanging in front of the upright peaks on both sides.
There were cliffs standing on both sides of the abyss. Ye Shaohan's eyes fell on the suspension bridge in the distance, and bursts of fighting sounds came from there.
A life-and-death battle between humans and ferocious beasts was slowly unfolding on the suspension bridge, with the ferocious beasts screaming incessantly and flesh and blood flying.
A few days ago, Ye Shaohan also passed by here and rushed to Yuexing City, but that day he didn't know that there were ferocious beasts around the suspension bridge.
Horned wolves, with their huge bodies and slender fangs, are equivalent to the seventh level of spiritual warriors. They often appear in groups. Obviously, the few people on the suspension bridge were unlucky to be attacked by horned wolves at this moment. However,
, the horned wolf is a ferocious beast on the grassland, why does it appear in this deep mountain?
The shouts and explosions of hundreds of horned wolves formed a symphony. It was obvious that the three people gradually fell below, and the surrounding circle gradually shrank. Ye Shaohan put down the martial arts in his hands, raised his eyes slightly, and immediately patted the wind horse.
With his back, Fengma continued to walk forward. The mountain wind blew up and rolled up Ye Shaohan's long hair on his forehead, revealing his pair of dark eyes.
The crisp clatter of horse hooves resounded above the suspension bridge, undoubtedly attracting the attention of several people, almost instantly.
All three of them shouted: "Help!" and after they finished shouting, a figure slowly emerged, a horse, a figure, and a pot of wine.
He was dressed in thin black clothes, with long black hair hanging down to his head. His eyes were bright, and his face was like white jade but not pale. At this moment, several people were all exhausted. Looking at Ye Shaohan's figure, they didn't know.
They all breathed a sigh of relief, ran towards Ye Shaohan, and gathered around Ye Shaohan.
The horned wolf also felt Ye Shaohan's aura, and stopped roaring. A low gnashing sound sounded. The horned wolf did not approach Ye Shaohan and others again. Instead, it kept wandering around, with a pair of cold beast eyes showing a trace of murderous intent.
, adding a bit of chilling air to the cold wind out of thin air.
Feng Ma felt the smell of blood around him, his body kept trembling, and he stepped back. Ye Shaohan gently patted Feng Ma's head and murmured: "Don't be afraid."
Light cyan aura emerged from the fingertips and slowly filled Feng Ma's body. Feng Ma also calmed down and walked forward.
Putting down the wine bottle in his hand, Ye Shaohan raised his eyes slightly, looked at the screaming horned wolf, and looked at the three people in front of him from the corner of his eye, two women and one man. Their faces were all pale, obviously due to excessive consumption of spiritual energy.
As a result, the cultivation of the three of them was not weak, and they were vaguely at the peak of spiritual warriors. It was seen that Ye Shaohan did not move at all.
One of the girls was extremely cold and beautiful, and her eyes were like starlight, with clear black and white. The girl slowly took a step forward and panted: "Little brother, can you help us? After the current crisis is resolved, the three of us will definitely work together again."