Countless crazy beast roars suddenly sounded all around, followed closely by the thundering sound of running. Under this murderous aura, the ferocious beasts within hundreds of miles around frantically fled around.
Even Ye Gaotong and others felt a chill under the influence of this murderous aura. The murderous aura was so strong that it made people feel like they were in an ice cellar.
"Is it really him?" Ye Gaotong suddenly stood up from the rock, staring at Ye Shaohan with a hint of contemplation.
Ye Shaolan's face turned pale instantly, and then he took a few steps back with great reluctance. Is the young man in front of him still the gentle and elegant young man just now?
"It's you."
It was the same sentence again, but the tone in which it was said was extremely different. Xiao Zhiyuan's face was full of horror.
At this moment, in his eyes, Ye Shaohan's handsome face seemed to slowly overlap with a mask. In an instant, Xiao Zhiyuan softly uttered words that even he could not believe: "It's you, you are the evil wolf!"
As soon as the name "Evil Wolf" came out, the whole place fell into a deathly silence. Except for the members of the Xiao Luoxue royal family, everyone else looked at Ye Shaohan with weird eyes.
The evil wolf who single-handedly slaughtered the legion, the evil wolf who single-handedly slaughtered Xiao Zhiyuan's manor, the evil wolf who was hunted down by Xiao Zhiyuan with a reward of millions of gold coins, that evil wolf was actually Ye Shaohan in front of him.
Similarly, Ye Gaotong also showed a hint of enlightenment in his eyes. Looking at Zhang Ming with white hair, he murmured: "It seems that my guess is true."
"I remember that day, I said you would die one day. It seems that day has come."
Ye Shaohan smiled and at the same time pulled out the Qilin Sword tied to his back, the divine sword channeled spirits.
At this moment, Qilin Sword also felt the murderous intention in Ye Shaohan's heart, and made a crisp sword yin sound, which made people unable to resist the sword yin sound with luck and aura.
A seven-foot green peak appeared in Zhang Ming's hand. Zhang Ming's figure stepped forward and shot out in vain, causing a tremor in the air. A white light flashed past like a meteor between the sky and the earth. It was a long sword.
The sword was extremely fast. In just the blink of an eye, Zhang Ming's sword reached Xiao Zhiyuan's face.
Seeing Zhang Ming's sudden attack, Xiao Zhiyuan showed no panic in his eyes. He suddenly floated up, avoiding Zhang Ming's sword, and emerged in mid-air, looking down at Zhang Ming proudly.
The gap between the Spirit Emperor Realm and the Spiritual Master Realm is beyond the imagination of ordinary people. Even if he faced Zhang Ming, Xiao Zhiyuan would definitely kill him.
However, in his surprised gaze, Zhang Ming's figure was floating in the air, still holding the sword in one hand, looking at Xiao Zhiyuan with cold eyes. In that empty look, there was no existence of anything in the world, only Xiao Zhiyuan.
Suddenly, an extremely dazzling white light appeared from the dark night sky, and time seemed to freeze at this moment.
That flash of white light was like a brilliant comet, dragging a long tail flame across the sky, appearing and disappearing suddenly.
At the same time, Zhang Ming's figure disappeared in vain, and the white light seemed to break through the space, without any sharp sound of breaking wind.
Although the white light appeared and disappeared, it had already been deeply imprinted in everyone's minds. At this moment, except Zhang Ming, only one person knew the meaning of the white light. It was a sword that represented Zhang Ming's ultimate.
This sword cannot be avoided.
If the cold sword does not come out of its sheath, it will kill people when it comes out of its sheath.
Almost at the same time that the white light disappeared, a blood flower splashed up, and in the dark night, a blood lotus bloomed, flying in the sky, followed by a roar.
At this moment, everyone also felt that the still time was flowing again. Under the gazes of different emotions, Zhang Ming's figure slowly emerged. He was still holding a sword with one hand, but there was a striking red color on the tip of the sword.
, his eyes were still so empty and chilling, and in front of Zhang Ming, there was a shaky figure, it was Xiao Zhiyuan.
A sword mark several inches long appeared, and blood gushed out from it. Xiao Zhiyuan's ferocious face was covered with cold sweat. That sword made him afraid.
Even Ye Shaohan had a hint of surprise on his face at this moment. He once thought Zhang Ming's sword was scary, but it was not so scary.
Ye Shaohan couldn't help but picture Zhang Ming's sword in the past. He didn't expect that when Zhang Ming activated his spiritual energy, the sword would be so terrifying. Even he would not be able to take it.
The person with the highest cultivation among the people present was Ye Gaotong, but no one noticed the shock under Ye Gaotong's calm face.
Artistic conception! At that moment, he actually felt a hint of artistic conception in Zhang Ming's sword. Now that he was at the peak of the Spiritual Emperor, he had only been exposed to a little bit of artistic conception. However, the young man in front of him was able to reveal a hint of artistic conception so naturally.
"How is that possible?" The blood on Xiao Zhiyuan's ferocious face kept gushing out, but it could not stop, and his black robe was instantly dyed red.
"kill."
With the same sound, Zhang Ming slowly raised his long sword and pointed it at Xiao Zhiyuan. Endless sword energy extended from the long sword, forming a sword-shaped shadow.
Like a rainbow, carrying Zhang Ming's endless murderous intention, carrying Zhang Ming's ultimate love, and carrying Zhang Ming's ten years of guarding Zhang Zishan, this sword came out.
In an instant, the surrounding space was distorted, and a terrifying aura was generated within a radius of dozens of miles. Small branches turned into debris and scattered. Ye Shaohan and others had to use their spiritual energy to resist the aura.
"What the hell is going on?"
At this moment, Xiao Zhiyuan's heart was overwhelmed by endless fear. The kid in front of him was just a Spirit Master Realm ant that could be easily crushed to death a few months ago. However, at this moment, he was a Spirit Emperor Realm warrior that he had to face up to. However,
What drove Xiao Zhiyuan crazy was Zhang Ming's fighting prowess, which was not an exaggeration even if he was at the peak of the second level Spirit Emperor.
There seemed to be only a flash of white left in the world. At the moment when everyone was still surprised, Zhang Ming's sword appeared in front of Xiao Zhiyuan, and the terrifying sword energy left a trace of red on Xiao Zhiyuan's neck.
The terrifying aura suppressed Xiao Zhiyuan's body. Although it was only for one breath, it was enough to kill Xiao Zhiyuan instantly. In Xiao Zhiyuan's desperate eyes, a slight wave came from behind him, and his body that could not move suddenly jumped back.
Go, a figure appeared next to Xiao Zhiyuan, it was Xiang Wentian
Zhang Ming's sword also failed, and the long sword turned into countless sword shadows that filled the air. The sword shadows crossed the ground with the roar of the wind, leaving a deep ravine about a foot wide along the way.
, rubble was scattered everywhere, dust filled the air, and in mid-air, Zhang Ming's empty eyes showed a rare look of anger, and he said coldly: "Anyone who stands in my way will die."
"Killing the deputy city lord openly is a capital offense in Headwind City."
Occupying a high position, Xiang Wentian's gestures are filled with endless majesty. Even though he hates Xiao Zhiyuan, he will never let Xiao Zhiyuan die in front of him, not only because Xiao Luoxue is present, but also because of the fate of Niefeng City.
Prestige, therefore, he had to take action.
"Get off here." A slightly gloomy voice suddenly sounded in Ye Wentian's ears. In response, Xiang Wentian had to shake his figure several times.
The sound of shouting resounded throughout the sky. On the ground, Ye Shaohan looked at the two figures in the sky with a gloomy expression, his face full of ferocious expressions. Ye Shaolan had never seen such Ye Shaohan before.
"Young boy from the Ye family, you are so brave that you dared to scold me. Oh, Master Ye, don't you want to discipline me? Or do you want me to take charge of the Ye family?"
As the lord of a city, he was scolded in public and told to get out. How could he lose face as the lord of a city? Not to mention that Xiao Luoxue was still present today. Therefore, what Xiang Wentian said
His tone was also extremely harsh.
No matter how powerful the Ye family is, they are still the only family in Niefeng City. On the ground in Niufeng City, if it is a dragon, you will be coiled up for me, and if it is a tiger, you will be lying down for me.
However, Ye Gaotong raised his head very calmly, glanced at Xiang Wentian, and said calmly: "How can I, the son of the Ye family, be someone you can discipline?"
Although the words were plain, they were like a bolt from the blue when they fell into Xiang Wentian's ears. The majesty of the peak Spirit King Realm warrior was unmistakable at this moment, and Xiang Wentian suddenly stepped back.
At this moment, Xiang Wentian felt that the gap between himself and the peak warrior of the Spirit Emperor Realm was so huge. However, with the help of the royal family behind him, Xiang Wentian was not afraid of Ye Gaotong and said in a cold voice: "How can a junior treat an elder like this?"
It is disrespectful to be presumptuous. Doesn’t Mr. Ye think that your son’s behavior is presumptuous?”
The shouts were like thunder, but Xiang Wentian and his ilk were still out of Ye Gaotong's eyes, and his figure remained motionless. Ye Gaotong did not look at Xiang Wentian, but instead turned his gaze to Ye Shaohan.
As for the entanglement between Ye Shaohan and Xiao Zhiyuan, Ye Gaotong also understood clearly at this moment. Although Ye Shaohan's face was gloomy, there was always a trace of clarity in his eyes full of murderous intent.
In response to this, Ye Gaotong couldn't help but mutter to himself: "Ye Shaohan, Ye Shaohan, I wonder if Xiang Wentian can push you to your limit? Hehe, the spiritual emperor's second-level cultivation is pretty good."
After a pause, Ye Gaotong said: "If Xiang Wentian doesn't like me, the son of the Ye family, you can teach me a lesson."
Teach a lesson? The expressions of Ye Gaoleng and others changed slightly. Although Ye Shaohan was only at the first level of the Spirit Emperor Realm, this boy's strength was not equal to his cultivation level, so there was no need to teach him a lesson.
"Okay, then I will teach you a lesson for the Ye family leader." After saying that, Xiang Wentian burst out with a heart-stopping aura. For a moment, the entire sky seemed to become extremely hazy. Xiang Wentian was like a god of war, volleying in the sky.
Suspended in mid-air, he looked down at Ye Shaohan with indifferent eyes, as if he were looking at ants.
"bite..."
A crisp sword sound sounded, and a seven-foot long sword appeared in Xiang Wentian's hand, and he swung the sword.
Suddenly a three-foot-long red sword energy burst out, and the blazing red light almost illuminated the surrounding areas for miles. It was like the bright sun in the dark night, shining brightly. Almost in an instant, the sword energy was strongly distorted.