After being trained by those two sword intents for several months, Ye Shaohan surpassed the terrifying level without any stagnation as he raised his sword and drew it out.
This movement was as smooth as clouds and flowing water. For several months, Ye Shaohan had done this movement countless times. It seemed that raising and drawing the sword had become Ye Shaohan's instinct.
The Fire Qilin inside the Qilin Ring also smacked his lips secretly. To a certain extent, Ye Shaohan's sword already had the flavor of sword intent.
The figure suddenly turned around, and what appeared in front of Ye Shaohan was an old man. At this moment, the old man's face was full of horror.
The ordinary long sword was also constantly dilated in the old man's eyes. The old man's right hand suddenly pointed forward, pointed it as a sword, and clamped the tip of the long sword. A trace of joy spread between the old man's brows, and he was filled with vitality.
Like water, it surged out from the old man's body. The true energy contained the old man's fingers, and an incomparable force burst out from the tip of the sword. The old man sneered and looked at Ye Shaohan who was just a few feet away.
Under the suppression of this terrifying force, the long sword suddenly stopped. At the same time, the force extended along the sword body, and the long sword continued to vibrate, and several cracks suddenly appeared on its surface.
However, just when the old man was about to take the next step, under his stunned gaze, Ye Shaohan let go of the sword in his hand gracelessly, and at the same time pointed his left hand together as a sword, and pointed it forward like lightning.
Standing in front of Ye Shaohan, the old man could clearly see Ye Shaohan's mouth moving, as if he was saying: "I give this finger back to you."
The wind god's sword energy extends out to form a huge wind sword, destroying everything in the world, even the old man's body-protecting energy...
The fingertips kept dilating in the old man's eyes, and the wind sword fell on the old man's body.
The sound of banging and collision continued one after another, and the old man's figure was like a kite with broken strings. His body swayed and finally fell backwards weakly.
The sword energy had penetrated the old man's heart. The old man's face was ashen, and his life was obviously gone. The blood was like rain falling on the sky, looking so eye-catching against the snowflakes.
Looking at the fallen corpse with indifferent eyes, Ye Shaohan shook his head slightly. Nowadays, it is difficult for warriors on the first level of the Spirit Emperor to arouse his interest. Perhaps this is because the improvement of his strength has also led to the improvement of his horizons.
The cold wind hit, and the strong smell of blood hit their faces. The elderly and young children of the Ye family who retreated also came back again. They sighed softly and silently packed up the bodies of their relatives. Tears dripped from the corners of their eyes, looking at
Those smiling faces in the past are now ashes, and the old people feel sad for a while. The happiest thing in the world is undoubtedly that someone will protect you with their life.
With a slight sigh, Ye Shaohan glanced at the corpses on the ground and murmured softly: "The so-called killing means death and pain accompanying both parties, nothing more."
Taking a step forward, Ye Shaohan's figure landed lightly on the ground. He took out a few bottles of pills with his right hand and handed them to Ye Durou and said softly: "For everyone's healing."
Ye Du did not show any pretense. He took the pill from Ye Shaohan and immediately distributed it to others. After coughing several times, Ye Du bowed slightly to Ye Shaohan and said, "Thank you for saving my life."
Ye Du did not ask Ye Shaohan's name, because he knew that the Ye family army had no future, no past, and naturally no name. Their existence was only to protect the family.
With a slight nod, Ye Shaohan pressed Ye Du's shoulder with his palm, and thick zhenqi surged out. A few moments later, a trace of ruddy color appeared on Ye Du's originally pale face.
In response, the expression of gratitude on Ye Du's face became even stronger. After everything was done, Ye Shaohan withdrew his hand and said softly: "The injury is not too serious, just pay attention to your cultivation."
"Thank you." Before Ye Du could say anything, Ye Fanbai, who was supporting Ye Du, said first, his clear eyes full of gratitude.
"kindness."
Ye Shaohan looked away from Ye Du, and instead looked at Ye Fanbai with deep meaning. At the same time, he also looked at the eyebrows of several corpses of people in Tsing Yi. Those small blades glowed faintly in the soft sunlight.
, In response, Ye Shaohan couldn't help but reveal a smile at the corner of his mouth, and chuckled: "The example is correct, you are very good."
Just a short sentence moved Ye Fanbai to an inexplicable impulse. He who was once called a waste could actually be praised by a strong man in the Spirit Emperor Realm. A hint of excitement emerged between his eyebrows, and he took a few deep breaths.
After speaking, Ye Fanbai's face returned to normal. Even facing Ye Shaohan, he said neither humble nor arrogantly, "My tricks are not in the eyes of the strong at all, and they are still not enough."
Saying this, Ye Fanbai couldn't help but have a hint of sadness on his face. His bloodline had not yet been awakened. He envied those who had awakened their bloodline.
Who has never had a dream when he was young, but his dream was trampled by reality and disappeared.
In the evening breeze, the pear tree that was split in half by the stone path still stood proudly. The evening breeze blew by and picked up the snowflakes on the tree trunk. The snowflakes fell with the wind onto a pool of blood on the ground.
Hearing this, Ye Shaohan shook his head slightly. Suddenly, a very pleasant fragrance came to his nostrils. Several old people pushed a wooden cart out of the dilapidated attic. White air floated out from the wooden barrel, and this fragrance
He came from the barrel and dragged the barrel cart to the middle of the crowd. Other old people took out the bowls and chopsticks. An old man stood on the cart, holding up a large spoon with his thin arms.
Shaking slightly, the crystal clear rice porridge scooped out and flowed into the bowl, and the faint fragrance came from the rice porridge.
Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Ye Du turned away and looked at the busy figures, and said softly: "Fangshi has been attacked since this morning. After a day of hard work, no one has made any progress."
Before Ye Du finished speaking, a strong fragrance hit his nostrils, and a pale old man walked towards Ye Shaohan and others carrying several bowls of rice porridge.
The old man carefully handed the rice porridge to Ye Baifan and Ye Du. Finally, he walked to Ye Shaohan, handed the porcelain bowl in his hand to Ye Shaohan, and said with a chuckle: "Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Ye Jiajun."
Without refusing, Ye Shaohan took the porcelain bowl from the old man's hand and also chuckled: "This is my duty."
The old man smiled kindly, turned around and held the porcelain bowl and walked towards the busy young men of the Ye family. Looking at the back of the old man, Ye Du said in a deep voice: "His name is Ye Wanqing. After his son died in the Ye family army ten years ago,
, he came to the imperial capital to help the family deal with some trivial matters." After saying this, Ye Du took a breath and drank the hot rice porridge.
Ye Baifan, who was standing by, had a hint of sadness on his face. It was his dream to join the Ye Family Army. However, his unawakened bloodline undoubtedly shattered the so-called dream.
Sensing Ye Baifan's change, Ye Shaohan put the rice porridge aside and whispered: "What's your name?"
Hearing this, Ye Baifan's face couldn't help but straighten up. This was the first time someone asked him his name. Ye Baifan said loudly: "My name is Ye Baifan."
"Ye Baifan." Ye Shaohan chuckled and nodded, pointing to the military robe on his body and the mask on his face: "Have you ever thought about becoming a Ye Family Army?"
"I think" Ye Baifan answered without any hesitation, but after saying it, a trace of sadness appeared on Ye Baifan's face and he said in a low voice: "So what if I think about it? Alas"
"As long as you want to, you should strive for this goal, right?"
Ye Shaohan chuckled, patted Ye Baifan's shoulder with his right hand, raised his eyes slightly, looked at the sky with floating snowflakes, and said to himself: "Sometimes it is better to blindly believe in yourself than to give up. In my opinion, you only need to believe
If you are a genius, then you are."
After saying that, Ye Shaohan didn't say much, and took a step forward, his figure rising up into the void in vain, leaving everyone stunned.
The moment Ye Shaohan soared into the sky, the figures of Ye Shaosu and others also appeared at the end of the street. At this moment, they were rushing towards them on horseback.
Above the void, Ye Shaohan's figure disappeared into the clouds and was suspended in the void. Ye Shaohan's eyes were closed tightly, and his soul power surged around like water. The surrounding scenes also appeared very clearly in Ye Shaohan's mind.
, A few moments later, Ye Shaohan suddenly opened his eyes, and his figure was like a stream of light that disappeared into the bustling areas of the imperial capital, and the crowd also drowned Ye Shaohan's figure.
When darkness descended on the city quietly, the desolate life of the nobles of the imperial capital also surfaced. The imperial capital was even more noisy at night than during the day, and the brightly lit streets were crowded with people.
There was an endless stream of buyers shouting, and the remaining chill of early spring made the taverns full, especially the stalls on the street where countless groups of people gathered.
In the dark corner of the street, figures were swaying, and a figure wrapped in a loose black robe was looming in the dark corner. The noise around him was in sharp contrast to this.
Pulling the black cloth on his forehead, Ye Shaohan's dull eyes swept back and forth around him, and finally he took a few steps forward and disappeared into the crowd.
The Situ family, as one of the major aristocratic families in the imperial capital, has a very high prestige in the imperial capital. Not only does it control several huge markets, the Situ family's industry also penetrates into various industries. The Situ family manor is located at the center of the imperial capital.
It is a prosperous area, but the Situ family's manor alone occupies one-fifth of this area, which shows the strength of the Situ family.
Even though it was dark night, the entire Situ family manor was still brightly lit, and it was as bright as daytime. Several Situ family guards were sweeping back and forth in the area. Pedestrians passing by looked at the guards with fear. The Situ family's
He was famous for being domineering in the imperial capital. There was once a man who was beaten to a disability because he accidentally spit in front of the Situ family manor.
"Tsk tsk, have you heard? All the streets and markets of the Ye family were destroyed today."
"If the reinforcements of the Ye family hadn't arrived at the right time, all those brats would have been wiped out long ago. It's a pity that I didn't see the faces of the Ye family."
Two guards holding swords stood in front of the majestic palace and whispered. The content of their discussion was clearly about the destruction of Yejiafang City today. Perhaps in their subconscious, no one dared to come to Situ's house to cause trouble. Therefore, the two guards'
The vigilance is not as high as it was during the day, not only for these two guards, but also for the guards standing on the left and right sides.