At the same time, the old man belonging to the Ye family forced back the seven men in black who formed a sword formation, and suddenly looked at the sky, with a slight doubt on his brows. For some reason, that aura was familiar to him?
On the attic on the ground, Ye Shaoping, whose face was full of exhaustion, showed a hint of ecstasy. Regardless of the reactions of other Ye family disciples, he danced with his hands and feet and said: "He is back."
The figure jumped towards the top penthouse, those eyes full of wisdom staring at the sky. Ye Shaoping was looking forward to the appearance of that very familiar figure. He was convinced of the voice he heard.
Among the crowd, a look of ecstasy appeared on the pale face, and a hint of expectation appeared in An Meng's originally desperate eyes, he was here.
This sudden change caused all the warriors here to be shocked, and they all looked towards the place where the roar came from in the distance.
The clouds gradually dispersed, revealing the figure hidden behind the clouds. As far as the eye could see, a dazzling red figure looked like a pool of blood on the ground.
The man was dressed in red clothes, or more specifically, blood-stained clothes. His ink-like long hair was slowly drifting in the breeze, and his expression was indifferent, especially the coldness in his deep eyes that made them involuntarily shudder.
Got a shiver.
Sword energy filled the air around that person, stirring the surrounding clouds. Under the sun, the figure was stretched very long.
"You said the Ye family must perish...?"
The blood-red figure took a step forward, staring at Xie Tianping with cold eyes, and an extremely domineering aura rushed toward the man in black and Xie Tianping.
The calm words fell into the ears of the man in black but were as loud as thunder. The man in black felt a chill for some reason. His figure was like a lonely boat in the tsunami, swaying and almost falling from the air.
"Sometimes, when you say something, you have to take responsibility."
A faint voice slowly floated out from the blood-colored figure's mouth. The breeze blew by, and the long hair covering the face was lifted up. Many Ye family disciples looked at that extremely handsome face. Don't scream in surprise, that face.
The face is very familiar to them, and the voice is also very familiar to them. He is the number one person in the younger generation of the Ye family.
The desperate face of Ye Jiajun of the seventh team gradually showed a look of joy. His hands covered with sword marks couldn't help but tremble, and he said excitedly: "Captain."
"Ye Shaohan." Several exclamations sounded from every corner of the Ye family manor. Everyone in the Ye family knew the name of Ye Shaohan, the number one among the younger generation.
Ye Shaohan calmly looked at An Meng and others on the ground, and said calmly: "Sorry, I seem to be late."
After Ye Shaohan appeared, the killing below stopped. Everyone looked at the bloody shadow in the void in shock. Unlike the admiration in the eyes of the Ye family disciples, the men in black looked more mocking. This
The young man was so arrogant and spoke to his superiors like this, but they couldn't help but feel confused when they saw the expressions of the Ye family children, and they each took a few steps back.
Xie Tianping and the two men stared at Ye Shaohan with solemn faces. Ye Shaohan always made them feel very frightened, especially the murderous intention in Ye Shaohan, which made people shudder.
"You die..."
Ye Shaohan's voice was calm, but there was an invisible coercion shrouded in it. He took a step forward. At this moment, Ye Shaohan's right finger slowly lifted up and pointed toward Xie Tianping's chest seemingly slowly.
, a sword energy surrounded Ye Shaohan's fingertips, and the pressure dissipated.
Xie Tianping had just fought hard with an elder of the Ye family. At this moment, his whole body was more or less injured. He couldn't help but pause. A figure slowly appeared in front of him, and this figure was Ye Shaohan, who was rushing towards him. Ye Shaohan pointed with his right hand.
Transforming into a sword, he raised his right hand and landed directly on Xie Tianping's chest, tapping it several times.
"puff..."
Xie Tianping's face suddenly turned pale, his eyes showed shock, blood spurted out, his chest was immediately bloody, and his figure fell downwards like a kite with a broken string.
However, at this moment, a bloody flame flashed through, and the space around Xie Tianping was instantly wrapped in a cluster of flames, which was very strange. However, Xie Tianping's figure turned into ashes under the bloody flame, scattered in the sky, and drifted in the wind.
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However, this scene was like lightning, so fast that people could not react at all. In the eyes of many warriors, Ye Shaohan just took a step forward, and his body disappeared. Then Xie Tianping fell to his death.
No bones were left.
The man in black, who was called the immortal by Xie Tianping, was horrified. He looked at Ye Shaohan with a look of horror. He destroyed a Spirit Emperor realm warrior with just a few movements. What kind of strength did this require? Cold sweat continued to flow down his face.
dripping.
At this moment, the man in black felt that death was so close to him, not to mention Liu Tian, let alone the people in black in the spiritual master realm below.
An Meng and the children of the Ye family all stared blankly at Ye Shaohan, who was dressed in blood. At this moment, Ye Shaohan's figure became eternity-like and extremely profound in their hearts.
With his blood-stained clothes and indifferent expression, he resembles an invincible and earth-shattering God of Death, which invites all those who look forward to worship him.
Ye Shaohan looked indifferent and without any pause, he took another step forward. This step fell, and he rushed towards the man in black with endless killing intent.
Ye Shaohan's foot seemed to be stepping on the heart of the man in black. He took another step. The billowing sword energy overflowed crazily around Ye Shaohan, forming a cloud of sword energy under Ye Shaohan's feet. When he stepped on the cloud of sword energy, Ye Shaohan looked indifferently.
The man in black said calmly: "Death."
The same sound of death falling into the ears of the man in black is undoubtedly the greeting of the God of Death. The figure stepped back a few steps, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. Facing the oppression of death, the man in black eyes ###
There was a hint of madness, and since he was going to die, he wanted to let the people in front of him die too.
As the blood filled the air, the man in black suddenly raised his head and let out an earth-shattering roar. His ferocious expression revealed madness, but this madness, in Ye Shaohan's eyes, contained despair and resentment. He looked calm and said lightly: "
Hundreds of swords strike together."
His eyes were like lightning, and as soon as a sound came out, it immediately vibrated within a hundred miles. The sound was like lightning and thunder. Although it was not loud, it was known to everyone within a hundred miles. Even in the mind, it was left.
Leaves traces.
At this moment, the sword cloud under Ye Shaohan's feet exploded, and countless sword energy formed hundreds of sharp swords. As Ye Shaohan's right hand pointed out, they shot wildly towards the man in black below.
Hundreds of swords descended from the sky, and the power at this moment was definitely beyond the imagination of ordinary warriors. The man in black looked shocked, held the sword in both hands, and slashed forward with several swords crazily.
However, at this moment, the hundred swords suddenly changed their direction and fired wildly towards the enemies below who were besieging the Ye family's children. When the enemies who were watching saw this, they were horrified.
The Hundred Swords disappeared as quickly as they came. The disciples of the sect and the men in black fled in a hurry, but died one by one under the Hundred Swords...
The moment the hundred swords disappeared, hundreds of enemy warriors were killed easily. Ye Shaohan's dark figure was undoubtedly given a bloody look. However, Ye Shaohan's expression was calm, and he took a step forward again and pointed.
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"Wind God Finger." The shout resounded through the sky like thunder, hovering in everyone's ears.
The power of one finger directly neutralized the offensive of the man in black. With this finger, the body of the man in black immediately trembled violently, the horror in his eyes was indescribable, and a scream immediately burst out of his mouth. He was originally quite majestic.
His body sank in an instant. In an instant, he looked as if he had aged by dozens of years, his face was covered with wrinkles, and his body fell precariously from mid-air.
However, before the body even touched the ground, a few sword energy smashed it into pieces. In just a few breaths, the two powerful Spirit King Realm warriors were both dead. Everyone present was a witness.
Waves of gasps sounded like bamboo shoots after rain from all over the Ye family manor and from the void. Immediately afterwards, the whole place fell into a deathly silence, and the heavy breathing of everyone could be faintly heard.
With a few gestures, he eliminated two Spirit King Realm warriors. Ye Shaohan looked calm, as if everything was so insignificant. Ignoring the shocked gazes around him, Ye Shaohan lightly scanned the Ye family manor below. All the splendid attics in the past had collapsed, and the corpses were in a mess.
Blood was everywhere around the attic, and blood was everywhere. The destruction of the Ye family this time was beyond Ye Shaohan's expectation.
With just a brief glance, the men in black on the ground all felt a chill, especially those who came from the gate of Headwind City and couldn't help but shudder.
"There are still too many people, and one time is not enough." Ye Shaohan seemed to be saying to himself, which made the surrounding Spirit King Realm warriors confused for a while, but then, Ye Shaohan slowly raised his right hand upwards.
In an instant, a sword sound like dragon silver suddenly sounded. Ye Shaohan clenched his right hand, and the Qilin Sword shot out from his back and landed on Ye Shaohan's right hand.
At this moment, those black-clothed Spirit Emperor-level warriors who had been watching reacted. Four black-clothed Spirit Emperor-level warriors emerged from the crowd on the ground. Four powerful auras instantly locked Ye Shaohan, and at the same time they pressed towards Ye Shaohan. Their figures were extremely...
The movement brought out sharp bursts of wind.
Looking from a distance, four streams of light shot towards Ye Shaohan, as dazzling as shooting stars flashing in the dark night.
In response, Ye Shaohan raised his eyes slightly, stepped forward, and shouted in a deep voice: "Back away."
In an instant, the sword energy spread out in all directions with Ye Shaohan as the center. The figures of the four people could not help but pause. Under the gaze of countless eyes, hundreds of sword shadows emerged around Ye Shaohan.
At the same time, Ye Shaohan's figure is like a dancing butterfly, swaying in the void, and the long sword in his hand dances accordingly. With a dance, the sword moves in all directions, the viewer is as depressed as the mountain, the sky and the earth are low and low, and the sword is like a Yi shot.
On the ninth day of the sunset, a sharp sound of breaking wind suddenly sounded, and hundreds of swords shot out like streams of light. Hundreds of swords came down together...
Hundreds of swords came down together, and the scene was deeply imprinted in everyone's eyes, unyielding and unable to be erased.