The light diffused by spiritual energy was extremely eye-catching on this mountain road, but Ye Shaohan and Huang Shaoping were not filled with spiritual energy. They obviously did not have the luck to resist the biting cold wind.
Mountain winds are extremely scary, especially cross-mountain winds. The cold mountain winds are enough to scratch people's skin.
Huang Shaoping and Ye Shaohan were both extraordinary people. Even though the mountain wind hit their faces, the pain that penetrated their bone marrow did not change their expressions.
Seeing that Ye Shaohan had not activated his spiritual energy, Huang Shaoping's eyes flashed with a hint of hidden admiration. The most important thing for a warrior is not talent, but perseverance. Only those with great perseverance can go further on this sword path.
The sky is getting darker and darker, and as the setting sun disappears behind the horizon, the temperature between the sky and the earth also drops rapidly.
The further up you go, the faster the temperature drops. At first, Yue Wuxie and the others were able to mobilize their spiritual energy to resist. However, in this cold and freezing sword path, the speed of this spiritual energy also became extremely slow.
In the end, the spiritual energy on Yue Wuxie and the others became increasingly dim, as if the cold air had frozen the spiritual energy.
Huang Shaoping, who was walking at the front, stopped, turned around, looked at Ye Shaohan and the others who looked extremely pale, and chuckled: "How many steps have you taken on this sword path?"
Hearing this, Ye Shaohan and others were startled. At this moment, they also forgot how many steps they had walked and how long they had walked.
Seeing that several people didn't answer, Huang Shaoping didn't care at all and said calmly: "And do you know how long this road will take?"
Hearing this, Ye Shaohan raised his head and looked at the endless steps, and his soul power also extended out. However, the soul power could only extend up to several thousand meters away, and an invisible pressure blocked it.
"How long will we have to walk on this road?" Ye Shaohan murmured softly, looking at the extremely gloomy sky, his eyes always so firm.
Yue Wuxie and others also looked at the boundless stone path and sighed slightly, wondering how long this sword path would last.
Every time it rises more than a hundred meters, the surrounding temperature drops by more than one degree, and where we are now, the temperature is already several degrees below zero.
How long does this path of swordsmanship last? At this moment, everyone is asking themselves, is this path really endless?
Seeing this, Huang Shaoping raised his sword finger slightly, pointed at the boundless sword path, and said lightly: "Since you don't even know where the end is, and you use your spiritual energy here, your spiritual energy can last until the end.
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Hearing this, Yue Wuxie and the others were all shaken. Indeed, even if they channeled their spiritual energy at this moment, they could barely resist the cold air.
Shaking his head slightly, Huang Shaoping continued to turn around and walked forward quietly, still without a trace of spiritual energy in his body.
Raising his head and looking at Huang Shaoping's figure, Ye Shaohan continued to follow behind him. He still had no spiritual energy in his body, and followed Huang Shaoping unhurriedly.
Seeing this, Yue Wuxie and others also removed the spiritual energy around them. Just the cold wind made them shiver violently, and admiration appeared in their eyes when they looked at Huang Shaoping and Ye Shaohan.
Stepping up, several people followed closely behind Ye Shaohan, and the group once again approached the sword path. The cold wind caused a dark red color to appear on the pale faces of several people.
In the silent night, this mountain stream is also silent. In the gloomy sky, a few points of light emerge.
Stars that had not been seen for several days rarely appeared again. Under the stars in the sky, the figures of Ye Shaohan and others looked so eye-catching and yet so small.
The hands and feet had been frozen by the cold air, and every step Yue Wuxie and the others took felt so strenuous.
The erected stone tablets beside the steps were already so eye-catching. The further up they went, Ye Shaohan could feel a little bit of sword intent on those cold stone tablets.
Obviously, the higher you go up, the higher the cultivation level of the people buried around you. There are thousands of artistic conceptions in the world, and each person's artistic conception is unique. In Ye Shaohan's view, each person's artistic conception has its own reference.
Soul power floated out. Every time he took a step, Ye Shaohan felt two completely different sword intentions. Previously, Ye Shaohan could still follow Huang Shaoping. However, after a while, Ye Shaohan was suddenly pulled down by dozens of swords.
steps.
Yue Wuxie and others who were originally lagging behind Ye Shaohan also caught up with Ye Shaohan and eventually surpassed him.
Turning around and looking at the figure below, a strange look flashed in the eyes of Yue Wuxie and others, while Huang Shaoping nodded slightly. This guy can detect the sword intention on the stone tablet, which is good!
No matter how many different artistic conceptions he has, I only stick to my own artistic conception. Every time Ye Shaohan takes a step, two completely different sword intentions rush into his heart.
In the end, Ye Shaohan's speed became faster and faster. Gradually, Ye Shaohan caught up with Yue Wuxie and others again.
"This road is still here, the way of swordsmanship!" Among the unicorns, Huo Qilin's soul slowly awakened, and feeling the familiar way of swordsmanship, Huo Qilin sighed softly.
Once upon a time, like Ye Shaohan, he walked quietly on this sword path. After sighing, Huo Qilin entered into practice again.
The wind was still roaring, and the lonely figure was slowly advancing on the boundless sword path.
Huang Shaoping, who was walking at the top, suddenly stopped, turned around, lowered his head, looked at the figures below, and said calmly: "Other people's things are always other people's. It's good to be able to recognize this clearly!"
With his eyes closed tightly, Huang Shaoping did not continue moving forward, apparently waiting for Ye Shaohan and others.
Step after step, Yue Wuxie and others finally stepped onto the steps where Huang Shaoping and others were, stopping and breathing heavily.
Everyone was waiting for the thin figure. A few moments later, Ye Shaohan stepped onto the steps again. His face was slightly pale. He raised his head and chuckled at a few people: "Hold your fists, I kept you waiting!
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Hearing this, Huang Shaoping smiled and said nothing, turned his back to Ye Shaohan and others, looked at the endless steps, and said lightly: "I don't know how long this road will take. With your cultivation level, you may not be able to walk yet.
At the end, you will freeze to death!"
The body shook slightly, Ye Shaohan and others remained silent, guessing the purpose of Huang Shaoping's words.
After a while, Huang Shaoping continued: "Over tens of thousands of years, there have been no fewer than hundreds of thousands of disciples who have died from this swordsmanship before they climbed to Luoxia Peak!"
Hearing this, Yue Wuxie and others took a few breaths, and their eyes looking at the sword path also changed slightly, no longer as casual as before.
On the other hand, Ye Shaohan's face was as calm as before, his eyes were slowly closed, and he quietly comprehended the sword intentions on the stone tablets on both sides, his sword eyebrows slightly wrinkled from time to time.
Turning around, Huang Shaoping saw Ye Shaohan like this and couldn't help but secretly said: "This kid doesn't waste any time at all!"
His eyes moved slightly, Huang Shaoping's eyes swept back and forth on Yue Wuxie and the others, and finally landed on Yue Wuxie, and chuckled: "You have to go in and move forward!"
After a slight hesitation, Yue Wuxie also chuckled and said, "I believe I can stand at the end of the sword!"
After decades of struggling for survival, Yue Wuxie's will is extremely firm. Even in the face of life and death, his determination remains unmoved, because he has a reason to become a disciple of Luoxia Peak, just because of the man named Yue.
Those who can still stand here are all outstanding. The other people also chuckled, and there was determination in their eyes when they looked at Kendo. How could decades of hard work be in vain?
Seeing this, Huang Shaoping nodded slightly and his eyes fell on Ye Shaohan.
Feeling Huang Shaoping's gaze, Ye Shaohan raised his head, looked directly into Huang Shaoping's eyes, and said calmly: "If you have walked halfway through one road, then turn back and choose another road, wouldn't it be stupid?"
After saying that, Ye Shaohan closed his eyes again and quietly felt the two weak sword intentions. A few moments later, Ye Shaohan took a few steps forward again, walking towards the boundless sword path.
Looking at that thin figure, a hint of secret praise flashed in Huang Shaoping's eyes.
Others looked at Ye Shaohan strangely and nodded slightly. Huang Shaoping murmured softly: "Are you persistent?"
"Have faith in yourself, you weird boy!" He chuckled, and Huang Shaoping also stepped forward, followed closely by Yue Wuxie and the others.
Along the long mountain road, several figures were slowly advancing, with no concept of time. The only thing accompanying them was the roar of the cold wind.
The stars were shining all over the sky, and their light poured down and fell on the white snow. Looking up, the mountain road was extremely light.
Raising his head and looking at the mountain road, Ye Shaohan's eyes also showed a little burning color.
There must be my master among the three of us. The further up we go, the more condensed the sword intent becomes. Ye Shaohan devotes himself wholeheartedly to these sword intents.
Along the long mountain road, Ye Shaohan and others have forgotten the concept of time. At some point, white snow has fallen from the sky. The white snow is flying, and the figures of Ye Shaohan and others are submerged in this world of white snow.
The sky became clearer, and the first ray of dawn broke through the clouds and fell on Ye Shaohan and others.
Ye Shaohan woke up from his thoughts, raised his head, looked at the gray sky, and murmured softly: "It turns out that it has been more than a night!"
Hearing this, Yue Wuxie and the others also raised their heads, looked at the boundless sword path, and sighed slightly.
One night after another, Yue Wuxie and the others still did not find the end of the sword path. At this moment, they couldn't help but wonder, is there really an end to the sword path?
Looking up at the faces of several people, Huang Shaoping chuckled and said, "What, are you tired?"
"Peak Master, how long will it take to reach the end of this sword path?" One of the young men sighed slightly and said helplessly.
"Is the end of the sword?" Hearing this, Huang Shaoping shook his head slightly and put his hands behind his back. This question was asked every year, but Huang Shaoping always said calmly: "It's still far away!"
Hearing this, everyone sighed helplessly and looked at Ye Shaohan who was still moving forward with admiration. This guy was actually enjoying himself.