At this moment, they noticed the hundreds of corpses of their companions on the ground. The young man in front of them actually killed hundreds of martial master realm warriors and several spirit emperor realm warriors with one person's strength. Cold sweat broke out continuously.
Looking at Jin Qiu's leaving figure, Ye Shaohan shook his head and said calmly: "Did you run away?"
At this moment, in Ye Shaohan's eyes, Jin Qiu is no longer a Level 3 Spirit Emperor Realm warrior, but a food that allows the Suzaku Mark to evolve. Just now, Jin Qiu's Suzaku Mark entered Ye Shaohan's body, and the Suzaku Mark on Ye Shaohan's forehead trembled.
It was the trembling of food. It swallowed up Jin Qiu's Suzaku mark with overwhelming strength. After devouring it, Ye Shaohan understood why Jin Qiu showed such greedy eyes when he saw him, and only swallowed Jin Qiu's Suzaku mark.
Ye Shaohan felt that his Suzaku Jue had vaguely taken a big step. If he could swallow countless Suzaku marks, he was convinced that Suzaku's third awakening would be just around the corner.
Ye Shaohan took a step forward. His thin back seemed to be slow but in fact it was like lightning. He went straight to Jinqiu in the distance. He was only a few dozen meters away in the blink of an eye.
Vaguely, the sky cleared up, the rain dissipated, and a vague rainbow hung in the sky under the early sun. The wildly dancing black hair was deeply imprinted in everyone's eyes. At this moment, the thin figure was so...
of dazzling.
In an instant, a thin figure slowly appeared in front of Jin Qiu. Jin Qiu's figure suddenly stopped. At this moment, he realized that Ye Shaohan's speed was so terrifying.
The pale face had a hint of ruddy color under the rainbow's light, and Ye Shaohan's gaze pierced the Suzaku mark on Jin Qiu's forehead like a real sword ray.
The figure walking step by step made Jin Qiu turn pale and shouted: "Boy, even though you have awakened Suzaku for the second time, if I fight you, you will definitely pay the price."
Ye Shaohan glanced at Jin Qiu coldly, slowly raised his right hand, and moved his fingertips slightly forward. Suddenly, there were streaks of bloody flames rushing out crazily and sword energy, a slightly red phantom flame sword.
At the same time, Ye Shaohan's figure shot out like a stream of light. His figure was like the wind, erratic and unpredictable. Suddenly, a flash of red light flashed between the sky and the earth, a strange and extremely red light.
The wind god finger and the fire god finger were used together, which represented Ye Shaohan's strongest blow. The air next to Jin Qiu seemed to be torn apart, and space turbulence continued to surge around. The middle-aged man in purple turned pale for a moment, but in his mouth
But he still shouted: "You are looking for death."
There was no sound of wind, only a suffocating pressure pressing towards Jin Qiu. Jin Qiu couldn't help but pause. In his horrified eyes, a phantom appeared in front of his eyes. It was a red bird spreading its wings and taking flight.
With a sound, Jin Qiu spit out blood, his eyes were blurred and filled with bloodshot eyes, and two lines of blood flowed down his eye sockets, and his body was thrown backward like a kite with its string broken.
On Jin Qiu's forehead, the Suzaku mark became darker and darker until it disappeared. At the same time, a loud cry sounded in the sky, and the Suzaku shadow once again poured into the mark on Ye Shaohan's forehead, and a red light flashed on the surface of the mark.
, it is a lifelike Suzaku.
At the same time, Jin Qiu's figure was also submerged by the bloody flames. With his level 3 Spirit Emperor Realm strength, he was able to swallow Ye Shaohan's Suzaku mark in this battle. However, he never dreamed that even now,
They were all shocked and couldn't believe that he was killed instantly in just an instant.
Screams of reluctance and fear were heard in the bloody flames, and the figure gradually dissipated, turning into ashes and scattering in the world.
With just one finger, the level 3 Spirit King Realm warrior fell. Under the rainbow, that thin figure was deeply engraved in the hearts of many men in black and the citizens of Headwind City.
After just a glance, Ye Shaohan's figure shot out again, waving his long sword, and the figure suddenly appeared behind several Spirit King Realm warriors, harvesting lives one by one with each sword.
Waves of gasping sounds were heard. At this moment, the men in black could no longer maintain their fighting spirit and dispersed in all directions. However, in Ye Shaohan's eyes, everything was pale and feeble. The figure seemed slow, but it came in a flash.
Pointing a finger into the void, nine sword shadows, dozens of sword shadows, and even hundreds of sword shadows fell in an instant with Ye Shaohan's left hand, and hundreds of swords fell together.
It would be okay if the man in black didn't run. If he ran, his back would undoubtedly be exposed in front of Ye Shaohan's eyes. The shadow of the sword with the terrifying sword energy mercilessly penetrated into the heart of the man in black, and a large amount of blood flowed from it.
Shots shot out from the wound, spraying out continuously from the body of the man in black, staining the entire path red, which was shocking.
Hundreds of people fell to the ground and died in just an instant. Liu Yuehong opened her mouth wide and looked at Ye Shaohan in disbelief, with a hint of paleness on her face.
Even though he knew that Ye Shaohan's cultivation was terrifying and abnormal, he never expected that Ye Shaohan would be so terrifying.
At the same time, countless sharp sounds of breaking wind suddenly sounded. From far to near, under the gaze of Nifeng City, hundreds of figures emerged, each wearing a white military robe with a sword embroidered on it.
, surprisingly the reinforcements from the Sword God Sect have arrived.
These Sword God Gates smelled the pungent smell of blood before they arrived. Looking at the shocking pool of blood on the ground, they were extremely shocked. At the bloody scene, a woman in white slowly stood up, and a man stood in the sky like a god descending to earth. Under the rainbow
, that thin figure became a little blurred.
The sound of gasping spread among the disciples of the Sword God Sect. This picture was undoubtedly shocking. Below was a pool of blood on the ground, as well as the fleeing man in black, and the man stood proudly in the void.
The woman in white standing slowly was no stranger to them, but they were certain that the man was definitely not a descendant of the Sword God Sect. Who was he? At this moment, many people whispered.
Seeing the sudden appearance of the Sword God Sect disciples around him, Ye Shaohan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Having these Sword God Sect disciples holding back these men in black would undoubtedly reduce the pressure on the Ye family, and they could also cooperate with the Ye family inside and outside.
Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Ye Shaohan nodded slightly to Liu Yuehong, jumped up, and shot towards the Ye family manor in vain, where there was someone he cared about.
As the sunlight breaking through the clouds gradually enveloped the earth, the rainbow also gradually disappeared. The sun was like blood, and the blood shadow slowly disappeared in the eyes of many Sword God Sect disciples and the citizens of Niefeng City.
However, the long floating figure under the rainbow will be forever imprinted in the depths of their eyes, which cannot be dispersed or erased...
...
Thousands of miles of lonely tomb, no place to speak of desolation.
The sound of killing filled the sky, and a lonely grave was dyed red by the river of blood.
The isolated tombstone is crumbling, and one side of the tomb has collapsed, revealing the coffin carved from stone inside.
The sword energy continuously shot past the coffin, and the surface of the coffin was full of cracks, as if it could be broken at any time.
When he stepped into this land again, Zhang Ming's eyes were already filled with bloodshot eyes. The lonely grave was the resting place of his beloved.
The tombstone was outlined with his fingers in one stroke, and the coffin was carved with his own hands.
In the dilapidated courtyard, several men in black were attacking the Ye family's children with all their strength. The sword energy continued to disperse in all directions, and the lonely grave was constantly being washed away by the scattered sword energy. Zhang Ming's footsteps changed.
Extremely slowly, his empty eyes were scanning the courtyard, looking for a familiar figure, and suddenly a tall figure appeared in Zhang Ming's eyes.
The figure jumped suddenly, and at the same time, the long sword shot out like a stream of light, killing several men in black, and landed next to the figure. That figure was Ye Shaoxin.
Sword marks were all over Ye Shaoxin's body, and the blood stained his robe red. At this moment, Ye Shaoxin looked slightly relaxed, as if he could dissipate at any moment, but there was always a trace of determination on his face.
Suddenly, a figure appeared next to Ye Shaoxin, as white as snow blowing in the wind. With that familiar sword, Ye Shaoxin couldn't help but stare at that familiar face, with a look of ecstasy on his face. It was extremely difficult to follow it.
He climbed up from the ground, holding the dilapidated house with his right hand with great difficulty, coughed several times, spit out a few mouthfuls of blood, and said intermittently: "Master Zhang Ming, hurry up...save Aunt Feng."
"Aunt Feng, where is she?"
Zhang Ming pressed Ye Shaoxin's shoulder with his right hand, and spiritual energy poured into Ye Shaoxin's body repeatedly, stopping Ye Shaoxin's bleeding wound. Therefore, Ye Shaoxin's complexion couldn't help but improve.
"Aunt Feng was escorted to Wutang by some Ye family disciples. However, the defense there has been breached. Go and rescue..." Before he could finish speaking, blood was dripping from the corner of Ye Shaoxin's mouth, and Zhang Ming withdrew.
With his right hand, his face became paler and paler, his figure staggered, as if he could fall down at any time, and he said weakly: "Go and save Aunt Feng, I am already mortal, don't waste your spiritual energy."
Suddenly, the sound of killing in Wutang became louder and louder, and the strong smell of blood wafted out, which undoubtedly showed the brutality of the fighting there. At this moment, Aunt Feng's life was obviously in danger.
"Take care." Zhang Ming's slightly hoarse voice rang out, and his figure suddenly shot out, over the dilapidated wall of the courtyard and shot towards the direction of the Wu Tang.
The moment he crossed the wall, Zhang Ming suddenly looked back at the dilapidated solitary grave. Two streams of clear tears washed away the blood on his face and slowly dripped down. That glance seemed to imprint that solitary grave deeply in his heart.
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The wind smells of yearning, and in that gray and blue sky stream, there is a wisp of melancholy and a gaze.
Love is like a long river. The left bank is an unforgettable memory, and the right bank is an insurmountable chasm.
Who was it that cried into song in front of the lonely grave and promised to protect her for the rest of her life and never leave her?
Who was it that was so drunk in front of the lonely grave, carving the coffin with one hand?
Who was it that stood stupidly in front of the solitary grave, sketching the tombstone in one stroke?
The boundless earth can be destroyed with a single sword, where will the prosperous music and songs fall? Leaning on the clouds, thousands of pots cover my loneliness, even if others laugh at me in vain.