Dressed in martial arts, Ye Shaohan held a wine bottle in one hand and watched with cold eyes.
"This place is only a few hundred miles away from the Sword God Sect, and the fluctuations here are so huge, how can the peak masters of the Sword God Sect not be able to sense it?" Ye Shaohan murmured softly.
"Boy, I think you should take action!" Huo Qilin's deep voice suddenly appeared in Ye Shaohan's mind. Hearing this, Ye Shaohan was startled and asked: "Why?"
"How could those guys from the Yi Jian Shen Sect not notice something strange here? Haha, those guys look dangerous, but they can still hold on for a while!" Fire Qilin chuckled.
"You mean, the training those peak masters gave them this time!" Jian Mei frowned slightly, Ye Shaohan closed his eyes tightly, and in his induction, the surrounding spiritual energy seemed to be imprisoned by a pressure.
"Those guys must be watching in secret. If you don't save me, you're breaking the rules!" After saying that, the fire unicorn's aura disappeared again.
With a helpless smile, Ye Shaohan took a sip casually, his eyes fell on the beautiful figure, and he sighed slightly: "This is a reason to save people!"
The wine bottle fell from Ye Shaohan's hand. Ye Shaohan held the hilt of the sword with his right hand and unsheathed it instantly. His figure shot out and jumped towards Liu Yuehong.
Being surrounded by three people, Liu Yuehong felt powerless. Now, the only way was to escape from the circle of three people and then defeat them one by one.
Swinging out a sharp sword, Liu Yuehong's figure suddenly retreated. However, at this moment, a sharp sound of breaking wind echoed in Liu Yuehong's ears. In Liu Yuehong's stunned eyes, a black shadow swept out directly from behind him,
Shooting forward, the sword light emerged, and Liu Yuehong's eyes seemed to be filled with only that white light, the intoxicating sword light.
It seemed that there was only this white light left in the sky and the earth. After the white light dissipated, its scarlet blood pillar rose into the sky.
Her eyes instantly became dull, and Liu Yuehong stared in astonishment at the thin figure standing in front of her and the pillar of blood rising into the sky.
The body stopped, and Ye Shaohan's figure emerged, his right arm stretched out, still maintaining the posture of drawing the sword.
The sword with a cold light gently passed by the middle-aged man's neck. There was still a slight dull look on the middle-aged man's face, and his head was thrown away, and finally rolled down on the snow.
The headless corpse was powerless and fell from the air to the ground, making a dent in the snow.
Originally, even though the middle-aged man was not able to defeat Ye Shaohan with his strength, he was still able to fight for several points. However, he did not expect that Ye Shaohan would suddenly attack and attack so quickly.
The terrifying speed of the Rain Sword Skill was clearly reflected in Ye Shaohan's sword. To say that it was Ye Shaohan who killed the middle-aged man, it would be better to say that the middle-aged man himself hit the tip of the sword.
With a slight glance at the rolling head, Ye Shaohan looked back.
Without the slightest pause, Ye Shaohan's figure shot out again, and his sharp sword energy shot out.
A look of horror emerged, and the remaining two men in black jumped back. However, although they were fast, they could not catch up with Ye Shaohan's sword.
Whoosh! The sword energy gently crossed their chests, and several eye-catching sword marks emerged.
Looking at the two embarrassed figures, Ye Shaohan followed them slowly, with his left hand on his back and his right hand holding a sword, but he showed no aura.
He looked like a weak scholar, but Ye Shaohan gave people a great pressure.
The ultimate display of sharpness is restraint. He raised his sword, and Ye Shaohan stabbed forward unhurriedly. The air shook, and several sword shadows emerged.
The sword seems to be slow, but it makes people addicted and unable to extricate themselves.
The sword is a murderous weapon! However, in Ye Shaohan's hands, the sword bloomed with intoxicating beauty.
If Ye Shaohan's sword makes people intoxicated, then a sword that captivates people will make people get lost in that white light.
One sword captivated the city. At this moment, the roaring cold wind seemed to have stopped. Only the sword that blended into Ye Shaohan's artistic conception truly reflected its terrifying power.
The two men in black stared blankly at the soft sword light that shot towards them and finally passed across their necks. Even until they died, the intoxicated expressions still remained on their faces.
Scarlet blood pillars rose into the sky again, and the two corpses weakly smashed downwards, landing next to Wuhen and the others.
After a wave of blood flowers were aroused, Wuhen and others suddenly looked up. In their sight, red raindrops fell from the void swallowed by black. A young man stood quietly holding a sword.
In the void.
The three headless corpses on the ground looked so eye-catching at the moment. This scene was deeply imprinted in everyone's minds and could not be erased.
Sheathing the sword, blood dripped down the tip of the sword, Ye Shaohan turned around, looked at Liu Yuehong, and said lightly: "Leave those four people to me, and you will be responsible for the rest of the men in black!"
Facing Ye Shaohan's dull expression, Liu Yuehong still felt a sense of astonishment. She really couldn't imagine why his expression was still as dull as before, even after killing three Spirit Emperor realm warriors.
Without waiting for Liu Yuehong to listen to his words, Ye Shaohan held his sword and rushed downwards.
The wolf among the sheep describes today's Ye Shaohan.
The attack was extremely ferocious, especially after Ye Shaohan casually killed three Spirit Emperor realm warriors, everyone looked at Ye Shaohan with fear in their eyes.
"Stop him!" At this moment, the four old men in black robes finally felt threatened, and the situation turned around just because of this young man.
Before he could finish his words, the men in black who had originally besieged Wuhen and others rushed toward Ye Shaohan. Their auras gathered together, trying to overwhelm them with force.
How can the power of an ant shake the sky? After being baptized by the Moon God's sword for several generations, this momentum seemed so weak in front of Ye Shaohan.
Like the falling snowflakes, Ye Shaohan's figure was light and fluttering, and he walked directly through several men in black, and the sword in his hand seemed to gently pass through the necks of the men in black.
The passing geese leave a sound, the passing sword leaves a mark, and its scarlet blood column rises into the sky again.
Several corpses still kept charging forward, and the heads that were thrown up looked so eye-catching.
The cold wind blew by, and several corpses collapsed. The sound of falling was so harsh.
Several men in black were killed with a sword in just the blink of an eye. Looking at the figure that turned into a phantom, Liu Yuehong couldn't help but forget to take action.
A dangerous aura came, and four old men in black robes gathered together.
Therefore, the dilemma of Wuhen and the other three people was resolved. They quickly retreated back until they were tens of meters away from the four black-robed old men. They stopped and looked forward as well.
The steps were slightly stepped, and every time Ye Shaohan took a random step, his figure turned into an illusion.
A trace of shock appeared on his pale face, and Wuhen looked at this scene in disbelief. He was surprised that the boy had such a high level of attainment in the movement technique.
As soon as they appeared, they killed several Spirit King Realm warriors. Thinking of this, Wuhen's face also darkened. Compared to that kid, he was obviously in an extremely embarrassed state.
Wuhen and the others were in an extremely embarrassed state, and the old men in black robes also felt uncomfortable. The swords of Wuhen and others also left eye-catching sword marks on their bodies.
Therefore, Wuhen and the others have reached the point where their fuel is exhausted. The spiritual energy in the bodies of the black-robed old men is less than the previous two levels. Coupled with their injuries, their strength is less than 30% of the previous level.
No one expected that Cheng Yaojin, Ye Shaohan, would appear halfway. Looking at each other, the four of them retreated in perfect agreement.
Bang bang! The four people jumped in different directions. In this situation of asymmetry in strength, the four old men in black robes actually escaped?
"Now that you're here, why bother leaving!" Ye Shaohan swung forward, and in an instant he stepped through the void, heading straight into the distance, and the surrounding space rippled.
Seeing this, a complicated look flashed in Liu Yuehong's eyes, and she called softly: "Suifeng, stop chasing me, be careful of an ambush!"
Hearing this, Ye Shaohan's figure remained unchanged, and a plain voice slowly floated out of Ye Shaohan's mouth: "Don't forget, I have killed the fake Lingzong realm!"
The plain words gave people an inexplicable chill. Under the night, the sword shadow poured out like running water, connecting the sky and the earth. Hundreds of sword shadows spun weirdly around Ye Shaohan.
The sword shocked the world, and as Ye Shaohan struck down with his sword, hundreds of sword shadows shot out, directly drowning the fleeing figures.
Bang bang! Before even the screams could be heard, the bodies of the four old men in black robes turned into pieces and scattered.
The wind passed by, the sword scattered, and the village under the night became silent again. In the void, the thin figure stood proudly.
Putting away his sword, Ye Shaohan glanced at Wuhen and others lightly, then landed lightly on a dilapidated attic, ignoring Wuhen and others.
Instead, Liu Yuehong took out some elixirs and delivered them to a few people. Worried about the backup of the men in black, Liu Yuehong took Ye Shaohan and others towards the original stronghold.
After a few people left, several figures emerged from the void. They were the peak masters of the four peaks of the Sword God. The leader was Huang Shaoping.
Looking at Ye Shaohan and others leaving, Huang Shaoping murmured softly: "This kid is really ruthless!"
The peak masters of the other three peaks all smiled. Ye Shaohan was unlucky. The four old men in black robes were all weak, but Wuhen and the others suffered a lot. After struggling to survive for so long, Ye Shaohan finally allowed Ye Shaohan to show off his power.
Noticing the expressions of the other three people, Huang Shaoping shook his head slightly. He couldn't help but picture a thin figure on the long sword path before his eyes, and murmured softly: "Is it really good luck?"
This night was destined to be a night of killing. After the dawn of the sky fell, the villages within thousands of miles of the Sword God Mountain Range were more or less massacred, and the Sword God guards who came after hearing the news gradually cleaned up those black people.
The power of clothes people.
However, all this was in contrast to Ye Shaohan and others. Standing on the treetops, Ye Shaohan closed his eyes tightly and practiced slowly.
Wuhen and the other three were sitting on the ground practicing. A night of fighting made them feel physically and mentally exhausted.
Liu Yuehong, on the other hand, had not practiced yet and looked at the sky with complicated eyes, not knowing what she was thinking.