At this moment, seeing the sword energy in front of him, Ye Shaohan raised his eyes slightly, calmly looked at the sword energy shooting out, and murmured softly: "Is it fire?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Shaohan's left arm, which had been hanging around his waist, suddenly stepped onto the stage, pointed it as a sword, and pointed it forward like lightning.
With two thuds, Ye Shaohan was knocked back two steps by the powerful sword energy. However, the sword energy shot towards Wentian also shattered and dissipated at the same time. He flipped his right hand, and Ye Shaohan calmed down the turbulent energy and blood.
He looked up at Xiang Wentian, with a hint of ferocity flashing in his dark eyes. He took a few steps forward, and the sound of the Qilin Sword rubbing against the ground was extremely loud. With every step he took, Ye Shaohan's aura continued to rise.
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The feeling of fighting is relived again, this kind of passionate and passionate scene, this kind of exciting feeling.
Wind spiritual energy surged out from Ye Shaohan's body like a tide. Looking from a distance, Ye Shaohan seemed to be covered in blue light, followed by a trace of red light. It was fire spiritual energy, wind spiritual energy and fire spiritual energy.
There was constant exchange, and it was extremely weird.
Everyone looked at Ye Shaohan in disbelief, especially the look of surprise in Xiao Luoxue's beautiful eyes, and murmured softly: "How is it possible, with the two attributes of wind and fire?"
Red and blue alternated, and its light was no less than Xiang Wentian's sword energy in mid-air.
"This Shaohan actually has two constitutions: wind and fire?" A look of shock appeared on Ye Gaoleng's old face, and he looked at Ye Gao who was standing aside in disbelief.
Not only was Ye Gaoleng's face full of shock, but everyone present except Ye Gaotong and Zhang Ming were shocked by Ye Shaohan's two physical attributes. The whole place was as terrifying as death.
"With terrifying cultivation speed, excellent understanding, and a perverted physique, this kid is a complete combination of perverts."
In addition to the initial shock, Ye Gaoleng's face immediately showed a look of ecstasy. When such a genius appeared in the Ye family, it was God's love for the Ye family.
At this moment, Ye Gaoleng was convinced that the Ye family would reach its peak under the leadership of Ye Shaohan.
Not only Ye Gaoleng thinks so, but the other three old men and the Ye family army also believe that the Ye family will definitely rise.
At this moment, the way they looked at Ye Shaohan changed.
The most shocking person at the scene was Ye Shaolan. At this moment, Ye Shaohan had shocked her so much that she felt unbelievable.
The surprise flashed across Xiang Wentian's eyes, and the hand holding the sword trembled slightly.
At this moment, he couldn't help but regret a little. He had offended Ye Shaohan today. It was really a nightmare for such a genius to worry about him. Although he thought so, Xiang Wentian's aura surged again, and the sword energy extended from the long sword, letting him
There is a sign of distortion in the surrounding space.
"Let's get started." Ye Shaohan said calmly.
His left finger clicked forward three times again, and suddenly three sword auras more than four feet long were shot out one after another. The sword aura behind him quickly caught up with the sword aura in front, and when it reached the middle of the two people, it had merged into a number.
The phantom of sword energy, which was an inch wide and more than ten feet long, pressed hard on the surrounding air with its powerful force, pushing the air and shooting towards Wentian like a dragnet.
Countless flames hissed suddenly into the sky, surrounding them like sword energy. This was a sky filled with flames.
Feeling the pressure of the wind blowing against his face, Xiang Wentian had a solemn look on his face. The long sword drew a complete arc, as if it was as light as nothing and full of extremely fast speed. Xiang Wentian turned half of his body.
In a strange arc, the sword slashed forward with a strong wind-breaking sound, and a moon-shaped sword energy emerged. At the same time, Xiang Wentian's voice sounded: "Fire Moon Ring Slash."
Narrowing his eyes slightly, looking at the two swords that were about to collide, Ye Shaohan's body's spiritual energy surged, and he shouted in a deep voice: "Break it for me."
Following Ye Shaohan's loud roar, the sword energy at his fingertips surged again. Everyone heard a roar, and an extremely dazzling light emerged in everyone's eyes.
"Whoosh..."
Ye Shaohan's figure shot out into the air like a stream of light. Almost in an instant, Ye Shaohan and Xiang Wentian's figures collided in the air. The sword blades collided with each other, making a sharp friction sound. A ball of brilliant sparks erupted from their swords.
Spreading out between the blades, the two of them took a few steps back at the same time, and the sword energy of the other was left on their swords.
With a casual wave of his hand, the sword energy attached to the long sword was dispersed. Xiang Wentian's face became more and more solemn. The degree of Ye Shaohan's control over the sword energy was simply beyond his expectation.
Although Ye Shaohan's spiritual energy was not stronger than his own, with the mutual assistance of the two spiritual energies and the control of the sword energy, this sword was no less powerful than his own, which was why Xiang Wentian was shocked.
Ye Shaohan's face turned slightly pale, his chest heaved, and blood dripped down the corner of his mouth. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth casually, and his aura rose again. The Qilin Sword rotated in his hand, and with a clang, it fell from the tip of the sword.
The sword energy stretched out three feet, the red and blue sword energy hissed, the wind assisted the fire, the fire borrowed the wind, and the air was twisted by the heat into a ball of air smoke that quickly rose.
As Ye Shaohan's Qilin Sword danced rapidly, dozens of three-foot-long red and blue sword energy roared out. The sword energy brought up long red light tails like meteors, and the space passing by was burned by the heat.
The air seemed to turn into a calm lake, and was hit by falling rocks, completely distorting and shattering the scenery reflected in it.
With a calm expression on his face, Xiang Wentian swung his sword and blew up a strong wind, which started to dance along with Ye Shaohan's movements. In an instant, the sword energy turned into a long dragon, drowning Ye Shaohan's figure.
There was a huge roar in the air, and the cold air waves spread out as the two people's sword energy collided. The scattered sword energy immediately rolled up the surrounding snowflakes all over the sky, and the two of them were still there.
Constantly waving, the vitality between heaven and earth kept gathering towards the two of them, and a steady stream of sword energy burst out from their swords.
Pu Xiang Wentian's sword struck the Qilin hard.
In an instant, Ye Shaohan felt a powerful tearing force coming from the Qilin Sword, as if it was going to tear him into pieces.
Blood spurted out of Ye Shaohan's mouth as if it was free of money. Ye Shaohan's figure fell backwards like a kite with broken strings, and his head, which was originally tied with a hairpin, was scattered on his shoulders.
In mid-air, Ye Shaohan's figure fell to the ground, and he stepped back a few steps, his face extremely pale.
Compared to Ye Shaohan's embarrassment, Xiang Wentian also felt uncomfortable. His body was swaying in mid-air, and he almost couldn't even float in the air.
"Isn't it still possible?" Ye Shaohan narrowed his eyes slightly, showing a trace of contemplation. Immediately, the figure shot out again, holding the Qilin Sword.
"No, then come again." A low voice came from Ye Shaohan's throat, his eyes were filled with coldness, and he held the Qilin Sword tightly in his hand.
After a moment, his body leaned forward slightly, and his palm suddenly hit the hilt of the sword. Suddenly, the Qilin Sword was like a meteor flashing across the starry sky in the middle of the night, cutting through the space with a sharp sound of breaking wind, and pointed directly at Xiang Wentian.
The head shot away!
A dazzling sound came, and the sound of breaking wind alarmed Xiang Wentian. He looked suddenly and secretly thought that Ye Shaohan was abnormal and actually still had some strength left at this moment.
Holding the sword in his chest, channeling a small amount of spiritual energy, Xiang Wentian also threw the sword out.
The long sword of exhortation was bounced off and fell to the ground. Ye Shaohan's figure flashed towards Wentian, grabbed the Qilin Sword, and slashed it down suddenly.
It seemed that there was only that white light left in the world that made the night tremble. Ye Shaohan could also use Zhang Ming's sword. Unlike Zhang Ming's only emotion, Ye Shaohan's sword also revealed a hint of artistic conception.
Standing on the ground, looking at the scene in the sky, Ye Gaotong couldn't calm down for a long time, shouting in his heart: "The artistic conception, it is actually the artistic conception, he actually understood the artistic conception."
That flash of white light continued to magnify in Xiang Wentian's eyes, and Xiang Wentian's eyes rarely showed a trace of horror. Only at this moment, facing this same sword, could he experience that kind of terror.
Xiang Wentian was trying to circulate the spiritual energy in his whole body, but the spiritual energy in his whole body couldn't help but stagnated, as if suppressed by a terrifying force. When no one noticed, a sneer flashed at the corner of Ye Gaotong's mouth and he muttered
He said: "You actually took action? How can you not pay a price? The moment you take action, you should be prepared to be killed."
Ye Gaoleng and others beside Ye Gaotong all showed a trace of doubt, but they still looked at the white light in the sky.
Just the stagnation of this spiritual energy made Xiang Wentian feel scared. He was running the spiritual energy crazily, but the spiritual energy never flowed. What the hell happened?
At this moment, Ye Shaohan had reached Xiang Wentian's side. With a shake of his arm, the Qilin Sword stabbed Wentian's heart with incomparable accuracy.
"You regret it." Looking at the fearful face so close, Ye Shaohan grinned, a hint of ferocity reflected in Xiang Wentian's eyes, like a demon.
With a wave of the long sword, the Qilin Sword fiercely shot into Xiang Wentian's heart.
"I'm not willing to give in." Xiang Wentian's face was ferocious, as if he had lost his life.
His figure suddenly stopped, Ye Shaohan's body spun in mid-air, and he swept towards Wentian with one kick. The force was so domineering that it was comparable to a strike from a peak spiritual master realm warrior, not to mention Ye Shaohan's full blow at this moment.
"Bang!" A low muffled sound suddenly sounded. Xiao Luoxue and others looked at Xiang Wentian's body in surprise, falling weakly to the ground and rolling continuously.
A shallow trace that was dozens of meters long appeared, blood spurted out along the wound in the heart, and a trace of blood that was dozens of meters long appeared on the ground.
He looked away from Xiang Wentian and looked at Ye Shaohan, who was holding a sword in one hand, with disbelief in his eyes.
Xiang Wentian is dead?
Xiang Wentian, who covered the sky with his hands in Nifeng City, died and lay on the ground like a dead dog. Everyone's eyes only glanced at Wentian and then moved to Ye Shaohan.
A trace of blood dripped down the fingertips of Ye Shaohan's right hand, and he coughed several times.