There was a look of ecstasy on everyone's originally dim faces. Today, they had no idea how many times they had experienced despair and how many desperate escapes they had.
Hong Jinhong also looked at the dozen or so figures emerging with fear, holding the hilt of his sword tightly, then shook his head, smiled, and said: "There are more ghosts who want to die."
Among the more than a dozen figures, the leader was a pretty figure. The loose black robe could not cover the convex figure. Standing on the mountain wall, his indifferent eyes glanced towards the valley. Only when Ye Shaofang
He glanced at the others and finally landed on Ye Shaohan, saying calmly: "Sorry, we are late."
"It's not too late." Ye Shaohan shook his head, paused, a look of helplessness flashed across his face, and continued: "Maybe you shouldn't come, there are two Spirit Emperor realm warriors here."
"Spirit King Realm warrior." An Meng's indifferent eyes showed a hint of solemnity, but his voice was still as calm as ever: "A guy once said that those who fail to complete their tasks are trash, but those who abandon their partners are worse than trash.
.Do you think we should come? At least I think we’re not trash, right?”
"Haha, you talked too much today." Ye Shaohan raised the corners of his mouth slightly, hinting at a smile, and then looked at Hong Jinhong and said calmly: "solve the immediate trouble first."
Looking at the conversation between the two people as if no one was there, at this moment, Hong Jinhong finally realized what Ye Shaohan was feeling just now, and snorted coldly. An Meng also anticipated the situation in front of him and jumped up. Immediately behind him, Ye Jiajun also jumped down.
A dozen figures were like fallen leaves, falling lightly beside Ye Shaohao and others.
The pungent smell of blood hit her face, Wu Yanmei frowned slightly, An Meng turned to Ye Shaohan and said calmly: "We can help you hold him off for five minutes at most."
As he spoke, he looked towards the old man in gray clothes who was slowly landing on the ground. At the same time, bows and arrows from all over the sky were fired at the old man in gray clothes, causing a sharp explosion.
This crossbow has obviously been strengthened and is very powerful. Even the Spirit Emperor realm warriors dare not touch it head-on. The old and withered palms are constantly swung forward, and a clanging sound can be heard throughout the valley.
"Your partner is right, you only have five minutes left. Boy, do you think you can kill me within five minutes?" Hong Jinhong was not in a hurry at the moment, looking at Ye Shaohan with a smile on his face.
"Five minutes?" Ye Shaohan looked at Hong Jinhong expressionlessly, with endless chill in his dark eyes. He kicked the soles of his feet towards the ground suddenly, and his body shot out in vain.
Holding the Qilin Sword tightly with both hands, Ye Shaohan shouted, raised the long sword, straight across the sky, transformed into nine sword shadows, tore apart the surrounding air, and slashed down on Hong Jinhong's head.
The wind-cutting sword skill with a full blow was not flashy at all. The wind spiritual energy surged out of the body like a tide. The terrifying sword energy in the shadow of the sword suppressed the surrounding air. Explosions continued to sound, and a vacuum brought the sword with it.
The shadow is formed as the center.
Looking at the terrifying nine sword shadows in mid-air, Ye Shaohao opened his mouth wide enough to stuff an egg into it.
With a dull look on his face, Ye Shaohao kept shaking his head and murmured: "Impossible, is this still the Wind-Slashing Sword Skill? Is the Wind-Slashing Sword Skill so terrifying?"
"I have to say, your speed is beyond my expectation. However, you are still in the spiritual master realm, so your strength is still a bit lacking."
Looking at the sword shadow that was rapidly enlarging in the eye, a dignified look flashed in Hong Jinhong's eyes. Immediately, he held the long sword tightly with both hands, and his body suddenly rotated. The long sword danced, shot out, and slashed upward.
And up.
Even though the hurricane formed, it carried the fierce sword energy, and the surrounding rocks exploded into pieces, shooting towards the nine sword shadows.
"Bang..."
When the nine sword shadows were half a meter away from Hong Jinhong, they collided with the hurricane. The force coming from the sword body made Ye Shaohan's arms numb and he almost let go of the Qilin Sword.
His body trembled, and several whirlwinds rolled up around him, removing all the force coming from the sword.
Ye Shaohan's figure did not pause at all, and he still waved the long sword. The nine terrifying sword shadows slowly moved towards the middle, and finally merged with the Qilin Sword. The sword energy, which was several feet long, surged out like a mountain.
, and fell directly towards Hong Jinhong.
"Zhan Feng..." The shouts were like thunder floating in the valley. The faces of Ye Shaofang and others instantly turned pale, and they looked at the figure in the air with dull expressions.
Once upon a time, the good-for-nothing they laughed at had grown to a point that shocked them. Only now did they realize that they were not even qualified to look up to Ye Shaohan.
A low voice came from Ye Shaohan's mouth, and the sword energy on the Qilin Sword suddenly surged. That terrifying power made even a Spirit Emperor realm warrior feel troublesome.
The sword eyebrows frowned slightly, looking at the sword energy filling the sky, the sea-like spiritual energy in Hong Jinhong's body surged out of his body like a tide, forming a dense spiritual energy shield outside his body, and at the same time, the long sword slashed upward again.
“Bang..!”
Amidst the shocking loud noise, the fierce sword energy was like a galloping horse, with a roaring sound, and the collision between the two people surged out like a crazily tidal wave.
The entire valley shook, and the bows and arrows flying in the air were instantly smashed to pieces. Even the old man in gray jumped to the side in great embarrassment, avoiding the sudden sword energy.
The sword energy shot onto the surrounding mountain walls. In an instant, the mountain walls shattered and the rocks turned into dust. The thick dust enveloped the entire valley, making it difficult for people to see clearly what was inside the valley.
Several more explosions sounded, and everyone was confused and saw several figures shaking. A minute after the explosions, a hurricane blew in, carrying heavy dust, flying to the mountain wall, and piled up on it.
On the mountain wall, the entire valley had just appeared in everyone's sight again. However, when their eyes looked at it, they suddenly froze as if they were petrified.
In the valley that was originally surrounded by mountain walls, one of the mountain walls suddenly collapsed, and the empty sight suddenly jumped into everyone's sight.
Hong Jinhong no longer looked as cool as before, and looked very embarrassed, with his hair draped messily on his shoulders. At this moment, Hong Jinhong's eyes were solemnly staring at Ye Shaohan, who was leaning against the mountain wall and gasping for air. Blood stains followed Ye Shaohan.
There were drops of water dripping from the corner of his mouth. Under the mask, Ye Shaohan's entire face was frighteningly pale. Likewise, the right hand holding the sword was shaking constantly.
He raised his eyes slightly and looked at the collapsed mountain wall behind Hong Jinhong. A smile appeared on the corner of Ye Shaohan's mouth. He finally had a way to escape. He would not definitely die here today.
An Meng was paying attention to Ye Shaohan at this moment. Seeing that Ye Shaohan was still standing, he couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief and led everyone towards the collapsed mountain wall without leaving a trace.
"Boy, I didn't expect that I still underestimated you. The power of the sword just now was pretty good, but based on your current state, do you think you can still do it?"
Hong Jinhong also reacted from the initial shock and said in a brisk tone that the sword just now was indeed powerful, but it could not defeat him.
"Haha, do you think I can still do it? I said I can still use that sword just now, do you believe it? The old immortal has just broken through to the spiritual master realm." Ye Shaohan said slowly, his dark eyes full of chill.
"Tsk, tsk, you are such a capable boy. I appreciate you a little now." Hong Jinhong actually felt a little uncomfortable being stared at by those dark eyes.
"Withdraw..." Ye Shaohan suddenly yelled out. He clenched his loose right hand instantly and kicked his feet towards the mountain wall. Two eye-catching footprints appeared on the mountain wall, and Ye Shaohan's entire body was like a string.
The arrow shot towards Hong Jinhong, holding the long sword tightly with both hands, dancing, and the nine sword shadows suddenly appeared again.
"The same sword has no effect on me." The nine sword shadows continued to enlarge in Hong Jinhong's eyes, and a sneer flashed at the corner of his mouth.
"The same sword can sometimes achieve different effects." The spiritual energy still gushes out like a tide, but the cyan spiritual energy is mixed with a faint red light. In an instant, it becomes green and red alternately, and the sword
Several pillars of fire suddenly erupted in the whirlwind around Ying. The fire took advantage of the wind and in an instant, a ball of flame appeared in the air.
In the flames, the nine sword shadows were so clearly visible that Hong Jinhong's eyes flashed with a hint of horror for the first time. He retreated in vain while the sword struck forward again.
The nine sword shadows overlapped again, and an uncontrollable earth-shaking explosion exploded throughout the valley.
"boom..."
The terrifying sword energy spread out, and ripples appeared in the empty space at this moment. The ripples spread across the three surrounding mountain walls, and the mountain walls exploded, and the broken parts were as smooth as mirrors.
"Lie down..."
An Meng's figure jumped behind a huge rock in vain and fell to the ground. Everyone also jumped around to find a shelter.
The old man in gray clothes in mid-air kept cursing: "Nah, this is still a spiritual master realm warrior." He jumped towards the outside of the valley in an extremely embarrassed figure.
At the same time, in the ancient city, countless figures stopped suddenly and looked at the valley with horrified faces.
The sword energy lasted for nearly a minute before dissipating. Thick dust enveloped the entire stone platform, blocking everyone's sight.
Anmeng coughed several times, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and stood up. The rocks that were originally covering him also broke apart and turned into gravel and scattered all over the ground. The surrounding Ye Jiajun also stood up one after another, more or less slightly injured, but
Under the protection of Ye Jiajun, Ye Shaofang and others were not seriously injured, and they all looked at the thick dust with horrified faces.
As the dust dissipated, the scene in the valley reappeared in everyone's sight. However, when their eyes looked over, they suddenly froze as if they were petrified...
They looked at the empty valley almost blankly. There were no figures on the mountain walls around them. There was only silence. It was unbelievable how terrifying the power of this sword was.