Looking at the two people talking and laughing as if no one was around, a murderous intention flashed across Ye Shaohan's expressionless face. These two old immortals were annoying, but their strength was there. No matter how conceited Ye Shaohan was, he would not
Who would be naive enough to be able to resist two Spirit Emperor realm warriors with just one person, he secretly thought, this is going to be troublesome.
Strong blue spiritual energy slowly emerged from Hong Jinhong's body, and a strong wind suddenly emerged and swirled on the mountain wall. It was obvious that the technique practiced by Hong Jinhong was of the wind attribute.
"Old Yang, I dare to bet you that this kid can be killed with just one strike from me, don't you believe it?" The withered old hand reached out from his sleeve, and the cyan spiritual energy flowed through the fingertips, constantly changing its shape.
Hong Jinhong smiled proudly at the old man in gray beside him, but that powerful aura always locked onto Ye Shaohan.
"One palm, I don't think so, Lao Hong, if you can kill him with one palm, I will give you the fruit wine that I have collected for decades. Otherwise, you can give me your fruit wine, how about it?"
Lao Yang's gray-clothed old man stroked his beard and looked at Ye Shaohan thoughtfully below, with a smile on his face.
"Okay, that's it." Hong Jinhong shouted in a deep voice. He tightened his fist, and the spiritual energy wrapped around his fist like a tornado. In an instant, his fist turned into a palm, and his body shot out in vain.
A sharp explosion suddenly sounded, and everyone reluctantly saw a black shadow flash in the air. In almost the blink of an eye, Hong Jinhong arrived in front of Ye Shaohan, and his right palm landed on Ye Shaohan with terrifying energy.
Amidst the exclamations of Ye Shaofang and others, it penetrated directly through Ye Shaohan's body, but did not bring out the slightest trace of blood.
"Afterimage?" Hong Jinhong's eyes paused and he raised his eyes slightly. Ye Shaohan's figure appeared a few meters away from where he was, and he looked at Hong Jinhong with a cold look.
"hiss..."
There was a gasp in the audience, and the expressions of Ye Shaofang and others also improved slightly, looking at that figure in disbelief, so fast.
"The speed is good, but it's still a little short of that." Ye Shaohan looked at Hong Jinhong with fear and smiled lightly. At the same time, he curled his palms, spiritual energy gushing out like a tide, and the sharp sword energy lingered around the sword body.
The sword energy that stretched out several feet left a very deep sword mark on the ground. For a moment, the entire valley was filled with sword energy.
"Haha, Lao Hong, your bottle of fruit wine is mine." The hearty laughter of the old man in gray came from the mountain wall, and his eyes looking at Ye Shaohan became softer and softer.
His face darkened, and endless killing intent surged from Hong Jinhong's body. Damn, this kid in front of him made him lose his precious fruit wine. He clenched his hands and rushed toward Ye Shaohan like lightning again.
Facing Hong Jinhong, who was full of murderous aura, Ye Shaohan's expression remained unchanged, his body skills were used to the extreme, and afterimages appeared in confusion.
Ye Shaohan waved the long sword in his hand, and the sword energy poured out, dodging all Hong Jinhong's attacks. On the contrary, for a moment, Hong Jinhong was helpless by Ye Shaohan.
"What a weird body movement, what a tricky sword move." The old man in gray clothes put his hands behind his back, with a rare look of solemnity in his eyes, and couldn't help but said loudly: "Old Hong, don't wait any longer, we'll finish it quickly."
Hong Jinhong, who was chasing after him, couldn't help but look at the old man in gray angrily, and shouted loudly. Two cyan light groups emerged from the palm of his hand, turning into two hurricanes and rushing toward Ye Shaohan.
The terrifying hurricane tore the surrounding sword energy into pieces, and Ye Shaohan's figure appeared in Hong Jinhong's sight again. The hurricane arrived in the blink of an eye, and Ye Shaohan swung several swords again, retreating wildly, and the long sword in his hand continued to move.
Trembling, under the horrified gazes of Ye Shaofang and others, he shouted and turned into pieces. In an instant, Ye Shaohan seemed to be wrapped in iron sheets.
The fragments were stirred by the hurricane, and shot out in all directions with terrifying force. With several exclamations, the disciples of the Ye family in the valley jumped behind the rocks to avoid the iron pieces that shot past in front of their faces, and the hurricane also followed.
It dissipated and turned into the wind spirit energy between heaven and earth, floating around.
"ah..."
Several screams suddenly sounded, and several black figures fell from the mountain wall. They were the men in black who came with Hong Jinhong and others, but these men in black had these things inserted into their chests.
The piece of iron glowed coldly, and blood gushed out from the chest. With a bang, it fell to the valley, completely changed beyond recognition.
"Boy, you are looking for death." The figure paused, and Hong Jinhong's face became more and more gloomy. The corpses of the men in black undoubtedly slapped Hong Jinhong hard on the face.
The face of the old man in gray was also extremely gloomy. The lives of the men in black were like ants in their eyes. They were not angry about this. They were angry because Ye Shaohan killed the man in black in front of them. He slowly raised his right hand.
, said in a cold voice: "Come on, leave no one behind."
The men in black who were already on standby pulled out their swords one after another and were about to jump down the valley. However, Hong Jinhong stopped them and took a step forward. The rocks at the soles of his feet exploded instantly. This was enough to show that Hong Jinhong was at this moment.
In such a mood, a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Boy, even though you are at the spiritual master level, you are now qualified to let me use my sword."
As soon as he grasped his hand, a sharp long sword appeared in Hong Jinhong's hand. The snow-white blade reflected a chilling light under the sunlight.
The sword body is surrounded by a faint aura of edge, and it is obviously an emperor-level sword. The strength of a Spirit Emperor realm warrior paired with an emperor-level sword is not as simple as one plus one.
A trace of worry flashed across her delicate face, Ye Shaofang quickly threw her sword towards Ye Shaohan, and at the same time shouted sweetly: "Catch the sword."
However, the moment the long sword flew over Hong Jinhong's head, Hong Jinhong just swung the sword forward casually. The long sword instantly turned into fragments and scattered all over the ground, making a clanging sound when it landed.
"Tsk, tsk, old man, it's going to be a hard fight next." A trace of nostalgia flashed in Ye Shaohan's dark eyes, and a long sword with a sharp edge suddenly jumped into Ye Shaohan's hand, and immediately, long
The sword continued to tremble, and a clear sword chant hovered over the entire valley, ringing in everyone's ears.
The Qilin Sword came out, and under the sunlight, Ye Shaohan's shadow and the Qilin Sword slowly overlapped in the eyes of others. Looking down at the sword in his hand, Ye Shaohan whispered: "I haven't felt this feeling for a long time."
After the Qilin Sword appeared, Ye Shaohao and Ye Shaofang's faces were full of astonishment. Qilin Sword, isn't that Ye Shaohan's sword?
"Ye Shaohan." The astonishment on his face was instantly replaced by shock. The Ye Jiajun in front of him was really Ye Shaohan. Thinking of Ye Shaohan's strength just now, Ye Shaohao felt bitter in his heart.
Compared with the bitterness in Ye Shaohao's heart, Ye Shaofang's face was filled with ecstasy and she murmured: "He came to save me, he really came to save me, and he forgave me."
Looking greedily at the Qilin Sword in Ye Shaohan's hand, Hong Jinhong's eyes can naturally see that the Qilin Sword is extraordinary. It is obviously more extraordinary than the sword in his own hand. Not only Hong Jinhong is like this, even the man standing on the mountain wall
The same goes for the old man in gray clothes, who does not hide the greed in his eyes. A top-notch imperial sword is fatal to a Spirit Emperor realm warrior.
Sensing the greed in Hong Jinhong's eyes, Ye Shaohan smiled mockingly and said lightly: "Do you want it?"
With his eyes focused, Hong Jinhong's face showed a trace of surprise for the first time. In Ye Shaohan's dark eyes, he actually saw a trace of enjoyment. Damn it, what does this kid enjoy? He is still enjoying it even when he is dying. Is he still enjoying it?
Enjoy the feeling before death.
Thinking of this, Hong Jinhong secretly cursed, he is really a madman, and then he said coldly: "Boy, even if you have an emperor-level sword, you can't change this situation. With just a spiritual master realm warrior and a few trash, can you
Do you think you can escape from this valley today?"
Waste? A trace of anger flashed across Ye Shaohao's face. Once upon a time, he who was known as a genius would be called a waste. However, now he is really a waste, just a burden to others.
Thinking of this, Ye Shaohao clenched his hands, and a look of determination flashed in his eyes. He must become stronger, not only Ye Shaohao, but also Ye Shaofang.
He moved his eyes away from the Qilin Sword and glanced at Ye Shaohao and the others without trace. Ye Shaohan slowly shook his head, raised his head, looked at the cloudless sky, and said to himself: "It's about time we arrived."
"It's time." An inexplicable word came out of Ye Shaohan's mouth. Not only Hong Jinhong was confused, but even Ye Shaofang and others were confused by Ye Shaohan's words.
It was time to arrive, but several screams in succession answered them for Ye Shaohan. The screams suddenly sounded, and dozens of men in black standing on the mountain wall fell down the valley one after another, and after each man in black
A hooked arrow glowing with cold light was inserted into the chest of the person. Blood surged out from the side of the hooked arrow. The blood was actually a faint black color.
This hook arrow was actually poisonous. Bang bang bang bang more than a dozen men in black fell hard to the bottom of the valley. In an instant, they burst out in front of everyone's eyes. The entire valley was filled with the pungent smell of blood.
A sharp explosion suddenly sounded in his ears. The face of the old man in gray clothes standing on the mountain wall changed slightly, and he took a step forward. At the same time, he slapped his palms back, and his fierce energy actually sparked sparks.
Ten hook arrows appeared at the place where the old man was standing. The fierce energy knocked down the hook arrows and fell to the ground.
In the astonished eyes of the old man in gray, dozens of figures emerged. He suddenly turned to look at Ye Shaohan, and then looked at the dozen figures that emerged.
The silver mask glowed with cold light, and the loose black robe covered the whole body. He held a crossbow in his hand, and the hook arrow was vaguely visible. It was obvious that this group of people was the same as that guy.
Looking at the miserable corpses on the ground, Ye Shaofang and others looked at each other, then raised their heads and followed Ye Shaohan's line of sight. In an instant, these guys couldn't help but tremble all over. Their silver masks were loose and loose.
Black robe, Ye Jiajun, that is Ye Jiajun, it turns out that Ye Jiajun has arrived.