Although the reforged Qilin Sword has sharp sword energy, it does not have the slightest killing intent. A peerless sword cannot lack sword energy. Therefore, Ye Shaohan strongly agrees with Fire Qilin's suggestion. Through blood sacrifice, the Qilin Sword can transform into a real sword.
The murderous weapon cultivates the murderous intention from the blood sacrifice, and even gives birth to the evil spirit of the sword, making it a true Lingzong sword.
As he rushed into the lush forest, Ye Shaohan's figure seemed to be integrated with the surrounding environment. The leaves also blocked Ye Shaohan's thin figure. However, Ye Shaohan's eyes were looking through the gaps in the branches towards the distant sky.
There, Ye Shaohan felt a powerful aura. Ye Shaohan was a little familiar with that aura. The aura of that technique was very similar to the aura of Nangong Ye's technique.
Shortly after Ye Shaohan completely hid his figure, a sharp sound of breaking wind sounded in the sky, and a blurry black shadow suddenly appeared in the mid-air in the distance. At the moment when the figure paused, Ye Shaohan could clearly feel a
An extremely huge invisible wave spread, and the surrounding branches drooped down one after another, while a terrifying pressure exploded.
Holding the flaming stone in his hand, Nangong Ye Qi's eyes flickered slightly, and the flaming stone in his hand lost its sensitivity this time.
With a slight sigh, Nangong Ye's powerful soul power gushes out like a tide. This soul power is like a radar, constantly sweeping back and forth within a radius of several miles. However, Ye Shaohan's soul power is far stronger than Nangong Ye's, plus Ye Shaohan
Deliberately hiding it, Nangong Ye did not notice Ye Shaohan's aura. After scanning his face for a while, Nangong Ye stopped, and the black figure trembled and was about to leave.
However, the moment he turned around, a cold sword light appeared in front of his eyes.
A long sword glowing with cold light kept dilating in Nangong Ye's shrinking eyes, and an invisible spatial ripple spread out from the blade.
The trajectory of the long sword seemed slow, but it reached Nangong Ye in just the blink of an eye.
This sword speaks of endless elegance, and all the beauty is captured in this sword.
His pupils suddenly shrank, Nangong Ye jumped back suddenly, and a thin figure suddenly appeared in his sight, which was a young man in black robe.
However, that thin figure blinked in front of him like a ghost, and Nangong Ye could even detect the sneer at the corner of the black-robed boy's mouth.
"One sword can conquer the city!" A plain and speechless voice sounded in Nangong Ye's ears. One sword can conquer the city, and his grace is infinite.
The sword light disappeared, and the blood lotus bloomed instantly. Its blade slowly passed through Nangong Ye's neck, and his blood spurted out. The coldly shining sword body was instantly stained red by the blood.
A headless corpse slowly fell from the void, the blood spurted out stained the ground red, and the pungent smell of blood wafted out.
Ye Shaohan also landed lightly on the ground, his eyes sweeping back and forth on the Qilin Sword in his hand. The blood stains previously stained on the sword were slowly absorbed by the Qilin Sword, and finally submerged into the Qilin Sword.
At this moment, Ye Shaohan also noticed a slight change in the Qilin Sword, and a murderous intention vaguely emerged on the Qilin Sword.
A bunch of bloody flames emerged in vain, and finally wrapped Nangong Ye's body. In the blink of an eye, Nangong Ye's body turned into ashes.
"There's another one!" A rather powerful breath burst out in the distance, Ye Shaohan narrowed his eyes slightly, and a ferocious smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Situ Fu, the eleventh elder of the Situ family, is only in his early forties and looks as if he is middle-aged.
He had felt a sharp sword energy not far away. In response, Vice Situ rushed over without any hesitation. If he could capture the Lingzong sword, his status in the Situ family would also increase.
Thinking of his opponent's disgusting mouth, Situ Fu's desire to win the Lingzong sword became stronger. As long as I win the Lingzong sword, who in the Situ family will be my opponent except the clan leader!
His pupils shrank in vain, and a young man in black robe appeared in Situ Fu's sight. The most eye-catching thing was the long sword in the young man's hand and the blood stains on the ground.
The long sword was surrounded by a sharp aura. Regarding this, Situ Fu couldn't help but murmured in his heart: "Could that be the Lingzong sword?"
Greed emerged in his heart, but the shocking blood stains dissipated Situ Fu's greed. He suddenly paused, jumped up slightly, stepped into the air with the sole of his foot, and suddenly shot away towards the road he came from.
The body disappeared into the forest, but an uneasy feeling became clearer. For a moment, Situ Fu's whole body's momentum surged, and his true energy emerged from the soles of his feet. Every time he took a step, a thunderous roar followed.
After Situ Fu ran several thousand meters, the uneasiness receded.
Whoosh! The sharp sound of breaking wind suddenly sounded. Before Situ Fu could breathe a sigh of relief, he was horrified to find that a sudden and fierce suction force forced his forward body to stop.
Under the pull of this fierce suction, Situ Fu's figure fell crazily backward in vain!
A look of horror flashed across his face, and Situ Fu was about to resist, but a black shadow flashed past him, and the powerful wind-breaking energy directly crossed Situ Fu's chest and pierced his heart.
"Bang!" With a dull sound, Situ Fu's eyes suddenly tightened, and a seven-foot long sword suddenly appeared on his chest. The sword energy surrounding the sword began to crush Situ Fu's body.
Situ Fu was very familiar with this long sword. He had seen it in the hands of the young man in black robes a few breaths ago.
The huge force threw Situ Fu's body suspended in the air heavily to the ground. As dust flew, blood mixed with broken internal organs spread all over the ground, and his hot blood was also absorbed by the long sword.
With his eyes wide open, Situ Fu stared at a thin figure emerging in the distance. His eyes gradually became blurry. After a moment, Situ Fu's remaining breath also dissipated. Until his death, he didn't know who he was.
He was killed, and why he was killed by the young man in black robes. The hot blood dyed the long sword red, and the long sword vibrated in vain, and finally shot up towards the treetops.
There, Ye Shaohan's figure emerged, holding the Qilin Sword in his right hand. He glanced at the Qilin Sword slightly, and the Qilin Sword returned to its original shape without a drop of blood.
Looking indifferently at the breathless Situ Fu, Ye Shaohan gently moved the tip of the Qilin Sword and murmured softly: "The spiritual emperor's second-level peak cultivation level is a bit weak, and he can barely count as one!"
"Xiao Huo, how many Spirit Emperor realm warriors are around!" Ye Shaohan murmured softly with the corner of his mouth slightly curled.
Before he finished speaking, an invisible wave spread out from the Qilin Ring. After a few moments, the invisible wave dissipated, and the voice of Huo Qilin also sounded in Ye Shaohan's ears: "It seems that the weapon refining this time is not only
It only attracted the attention of those Lingzong realm warriors, but also attracted the attention of most Spirit Emperor realm warriors. There are dozens of Spirit Emperor realm warriors within a radius of tens of miles. Their carpet-like search is obviously after you! Haha
, those Spirit Sect Realm kids are gone, these Spirit Emperor Realm kids are full of greed, boy, most of these Spirit Emperor Realm warriors are from the Situ Family, Nangong Family, and Dongfang Family!"
"Oh! The three of them didn't give up, and actually decided on the Qilin Sword! Haha, since they plan to seize the sword, they must be prepared to be killed! Don't they?"
Ye Shaohan lightly stepped into the void with his toes, and immediately his figure was like a falling leaf, floating lightly into the mountain forest, his sneer still hovering on the top of the tree.
A hunting game gradually kicked off with Ye Shaohan's sneer. This is a game between the hunter and the prey.
To a certain extent, Ye Shaohan, who owned the Qilin Sword, was the prey of those people, and in Ye Shaohan's eyes, those people were also his prey.
The afterglow of the sunset slanted down, the breeze blew through the dense mountain forest, and the sound of rustling was endless. At this moment, the sunset was as red as blood.
The night always belongs to the killer's stage. This is a ruthless killing, a life-and-death killing between the enemy and the enemy. This is the day when the Spirit Emperor realm warrior falls.
Ye Shaohan demonstrated the Wind Transformation Technique vividly, and his figure was erratic. Under the guidance of the fire unicorn, Ye Shaohan was able to capture the opponent's figure very easily. However, due to Ye Shaohan's deliberate actions, his whole body lost all breath.
Therefore, the opponent could not capture his aura. From the beginning, this was an unfair battle. Ye Shaohan was hiding and the opponent was hiding.
Fifteen minutes later, Ye Shaohan's first target appeared. It was an elder of the Nangong family. There was no doubt that this elder of the Nangong family died under Ye Shaohan's sword with just one strike.
Thirty minutes later, Ye Shaohan's second target and third target appeared at the same time. The wind-cutting sword skill was extremely terrifying when displayed at this moment, and the two Spirit Emperor realm warriors all fell.
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An hour later, Ye Shaohan stood on the treetops, leaning his back against the tree trunk, lightly holding a grass root in his mouth, and a faint bitter taste spread in his mouth.
The entire mountain forest was filled with an extremely strong smell of blood. The smell of blood caused the monsters to tremble, and for a while, the roars of the monsters could be heard incessantly.
The setting sun had already dipped below the horizon. For a moment, the entire mountain range seemed extremely eerie, especially after the smell of blood and the roar of the monsters.
For one hour, except for a few Spirit Emperor realm warriors who had left midway, most of those Spirit Emperor realm warriors who still stayed died under the Qilin Sword, and now Ye Shaohan is waiting for the last Spirit Emperor realm warrior.
!
After a few breaths, a middle-aged man emerged from the treetops in the distance. The middle-aged man looked around with a cautious face. For some reason, this place gave him a feeling of fear.
"It's just the second level of the Spirit Emperor Realm!" A slightly plain voice sounded in the middle-aged man's ears, and a hint of horror flashed through the middle-aged man's eyes.
Without any hesitation, the middle-aged man turned around suddenly, his true energy emerged crazily from the soles of his feet, and the surrounding air also vibrated.
The moment he turned around, a look of horror flashed across the middle-aged man's face. Before he could react, a sword flashed past him, and the sword flashed across his neck seemingly gently.
In an instant, the blood lotus bloomed, and there was a faint look of horror on the middle-aged man's face. His head fell towards the ground after the sword light passed by.
The headless corpse also fell to the ground, and all the blood sprayed fell on the Qilin Sword. At this moment, Ye Shaohan's figure emerged from where the middle-aged man originally stood.
Looking indifferently at the bloody scene on the ground, Ye Shaohan stood on the branch and moved his left hand slightly, whispering softly: "The last one! The blood sacrificial sword of fifteen Spirit King Realm warriors, Xiaohuo, is it enough?"
"So-so!" Huo Qilin said with a slight regret. In his opinion, the best way is to sacrifice the sword with the blood of a Lingzong realm warrior!
"Haha, it's time to go back to Fangshi!" Ye Shaohan said with a smile, his toes gently tapped on the branches, and his figure floated up, eventually crossing the sky like a rainbow.