Ye Shaohan suddenly opened his eyes, his dark eyes as deep as ever, an invisible ripple of space spread out in all directions, and at the same time, his energy swept away aimlessly in all directions.
Huo Qilin raised his hand, removed the aroused energy, and chuckled: "You are quite capable, you actually use those two sword intents to promote your breakthrough!"
Hearing this, Ye Shaohan also smiled, his eyes moved downwards from Huo Qilin's face, and then fell on the two jade pendants in Huo Qilin's hands. There was a rare trace of fiery fire in his eyes. The two sword intents exploded like this.
Come out, I wonder if you can control those two sword intents!" After saying this, the fiery color in Ye Shaohan's eyes became even stronger.
In response to this, Huo Qilin couldn't help but smile. This Shaohan actually dared to use the swordsmanship of the second and fourth generations to hone himself.
"Why, haven't you experienced enough suffering just now!" Huo Qilin placed two jade pendants in Ye Shaohan's hands and explained: "I can help you introduce the sword intent contained in the jade pendants!"
Hearing this, Ye Shaohan couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief, and also chuckled: "I use other people's sword will to hone my sword will, and the pain caused by the training of those two sword wills is also a kind of enjoyment, isn't it?
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Enjoy? Huo Qilin couldn't help but roll his eyes. Perhaps only a lunatic like Ye Shaohan could say enjoyment.
After a pause, Huo Qilin showed a rare look of solemnity on his face. Then under Ye Shaohan's questioning, Huo Qilin recounted what happened just now. After speaking, both of them fell into deep thought.
Ye Shaohan also looked at the surrounding walls again and found that the reliefs had disappeared strangely. Feeling that there was nothing strange in his body, Ye Shaohan said softly: "There is nothing abnormal in my body. I'm afraid that the thin sword disappeared out of thin air and did not enter my body.
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In response to this, Huo Qilin also sighed lightly, but Huo Qilin and Ye Shaohan did not appear, and there was a vague moon-shaped trace on the Suzaku mark in front of Ye Shaohan's forehead.
The moon-shaped trace was like a silver moon. However, as Ye Shaohan began to practice, the moon-shaped trace also disappeared, as if it had never appeared.
In response, Ye Shaohan raised his head, and the two jade pendants in his hands floated strangely again. Looking at the two jade pendants, Ye Shaohan turned to Huo Qilin and said, "Come on!"
Come on! A trace of astonishment appeared on Huo Qilin's face. When he saw Ye Shaohan holding the Qilin Sword, he couldn't help but smile. This kid was looking for abuse.
With a kick of his feet, Ye Shaohan retreated to the wall, and an invisible air shield emerged, wrapping the entire ancestral pavilion from the inside. At the same time, two sword intents that pierced the sky exploded again.
This time, the two sword intents were not suppressed at all. The one who bore the brunt was Ye Shaohan, who retreated wildly, with a trace of blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.
However, there was always a smile of enjoyment on the corner of Ye Shaohan's mouth. He struck out with a sword and suddenly took a few steps forward. He moved forward, retreated, stood, and fell. A series of actions appeared on Ye Shaohan's body.
As if like a machine, Ye Shaohan never knew what fatigue was until his whole body was exhausted. After resting for a few moments, Ye Shaohan started practicing again.
However, a few moments later, under the stunned gaze of Huo Qilin, Ye Shaohan once again had a smile on his lips and said with a smile: "Come again!"
When you persist to a certain point, it becomes crazy.
For two consecutive months, it was like deep winter outside the Zuge Pavilion, with white snow flying everywhere. From a distance, it looked like a snow-white world.
However, in the ancestral pavilion, the two jade pendants were still suspended in mid-air, while Ye Shaohan had his upper body naked, and streams of white energy emerged around his body.
Holding the Qilin Sword firmly in his right hand, Ye Shaohan was able to move as easily as a normal person under the suppression of the two sword intents.
At this moment, Ye Shaohan's mind was completely focused on the Qilin Sword, as if the Fire Qilin standing next to him did not exist. He raised the sword, drew the sword, and retracted the sword. His smooth movements were reflected on Ye Shaohan's body.
However, a few months ago, it was extremely difficult for Ye Shaohan to even draw his sword under the suppression of these two sword intents. Huo Qilin, who was standing aside and watching, sighed repeatedly. At this moment, he truly understood the power of Ye Shaohan's cultivation.
crazy.
For two consecutive months, he spent almost all his rest time as cultivation. Ye Shaohan simply lived a life without distinction between day and night. Even though Ye Shaoping and others came to find him several times, Ye Shaohan went into seclusion again after understanding the situation a little bit.
But despite this, with the help of countless resources, the Ye family is in a prosperous situation.
Ye Shaohan's craziness in cultivation seemed to be contagious among the Ye family's children, and countless Ye family's children also practiced day and night.
Tianwai Tower, the team composed of elite disciples of the Ye family that Ye Shaohan had placed great hope in, has now added two more Spirit Emperor realm warriors.
Therefore, the number of Ye family's Linghuang realm warriors has once again exceeded ten. Although the number is still not as good as when Ye Gaotong was in power, and even less than a fraction of what it was when the Ye family reached its peak, everyone in the Ye family always believes that the Ye family will rise again.
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There is always a figure deep in the hearts of everyone in the Ye family, and that thin figure is the hope in their hearts.
At this moment, the hope in the hearts of everyone in the Ye family was still waving their swords in the ancestral pavilion without sleep or food. It was not until night fell that Ye Shaohan stopped swinging his swords.
With his head covered in sweat, Ye Shaohan pointed his swords at the same time, looking at the two jade pendants with determined eyes, and pointed them out in Huo Qilin's helpless eyes.
The sharp sound of breaking wind resounded in the ancestral pavilion, and it stopped only when Ye Shaohan felt a wave of weakness all over his body. A trace of blood dripped down his fingertips. From this, we can see how much pressure Ye Shaohan was feeling all over his body at this moment, and how much pain he felt all over his body.
Like water sweeping over him, Ye Shaohan's face turned pale, and he resolutely took several steps forward. When he reached the fourteenth step, Ye Shaohan's body fell weakly onto the wall.
Panting heavily, Ye Shaohan stood up, immediately sat down and started practicing again.
This is the only moment where the effectiveness of cultivation is the best. Ye Shaohan did not miss any training time. A few moments later, Ye Shaohan stood up suddenly. The aura on his body was as fierce as ever. He closed his eyes tightly and took a few steps forward with his right foot.
, his figure was swaying in the ancestral pavilion like a breeze. At this moment, Ye Shaohan was already in the mysterious feeling of the Wind Transformation Art.
It wasn't until the first ray of light in the morning fell on the vast white snow that Ye Shaohan slowly stopped, raised his head, and murmured softly: "Is it another day?"
After saying that, Ye Shaohan held the Qilin Sword again and still performed the boring action of drawing out and retracting the sword. Despite this, Ye Shaohan did not feel irritated at all.
Even though it felt like he was alone in his own world for several months, Ye Shaohan's state of mind never changed, because he always believed that a master is made of countless loneliness.
If you can't bear the loneliness and irritability during cultivation, then don't be a master, and don't fantasize about being a strong person.
After thrusting hundreds of swords, Ye Shaohan suddenly sheathed his sword and looked at the two jade pendants with confused eyes. The two sword intents were like mountains pressing on his heart.
After a few breaths, Ye Shaohan suddenly turned around and jumped out of the ancestral pavilion under Huo Qilin's surprised gaze. At this moment, the area around the ancestral pavilion was completely white and there was not a single person in sight.
The snowflakes in the sky were still floating and turned into ice flakes, unable to fall down, making a ticking sound. The snowflakes fell across Ye Shaohan's handsome face. The coldness of the snowflakes did not affect Ye Shaohan at all. Suddenly, Ye Shaohan raised his head and looked at the endless void, with a trace of light in his eyes.
The confused Ye Shaohan just stood quietly, letting the snowflakes pile up on his head.
In the void, endless snowflakes were floating in the wind, some falling lightly to the ground, while others were swept up to the sky by the cold wind, drifting to no one knows where.
Someone once said that the snow will be born in the endless sky and die on the vast earth. However, in the process of falling, the same is true for snow and so is the human being.
Which of the snowflakes falling all over the sky have the same trajectory? What I once knew was buried in the depths of memory, but at this moment, it revives in Ye Shaohan's heart.
"Is it spiritual? I understood it a long time ago. How long ago? Remember that Ye Gaotong was not dead yet!"
Ye Shaohan murmured softly, and something strange flashed in his eyes. The sword in his hand quickly passed through a sword flower. The movement was extremely smooth, but Ye Shaohan seemed to feel something. He kept repeating the action just now, and the sword kept moving forward.
Stab forward, his eyes slowly closed, and the image of the flying snow in the sky appeared in his mind, and his sword kept stabbing at the two flying snows, but the flying snow was always swept away by the cold wind.
As he stood up, beads of sweat appeared on his face and slowly dripped down his cheeks, turning into ice particles and falling to the ground.
"ding ding ding" the sound of ice particles hitting the ground sounded, and a flash of light flashed in Ye Shaohan's mind, and the memory swept over him like water. The scene of the mysterious man with thousands of swords appeared in Ye Shaohan's mind again, and he could not shake it off or erase it.
Falling out, his whole body was full of murderous aura. The speed of the sword in Ye Shaohan's hand suddenly slowed down. There was no fierce feeling just now, but a hint of coolness. The Qilin Sword was as light as a feather and weightless. It was tumbling randomly in his mind.
On one side of the picture, the sword slowly thrust out, and countless snowflakes seemed to hit the tip of the sword. After hitting the tip of the sword, his eyes slowly opened, and there was a smile on his face.
At this moment, the figure of Fire Qilin also emerged from outside the ancestral pavilion. Looking at Ye Shaohan on the snow, a trace of surprise and complexity appeared in his eyes.
With a slight jump, Ye Shaohan jumped up from the ground, gently stroking the blade of the Qilin Sword with his left hand, and said to himself with a trace of pity in his eyes: "It is said that the sword god Dugu seeks defeat, and he walks the world with one sword and seeks defeat.
No, the hero is solemn, the sword is ringing in the air, so he has no choice but to look up to the sky and roar to bury the sword, accompanied by the divine eagle for the rest of his life. I have fully realized that the universe is in the sword; I just feel lonely and helpless; joy comes and sorrow comes, and sadness is sad. In the end,
The difficulty of seeking defeat is as high as climbing to the sky. Turn sideways and look to the west for consultation! His sword intention is Dugu, but what is my sword intention?"