As soon as Ye Shaohan smiled at the corner of his mouth, Wu Qilong also laughed. The cold murderous intention in the smile could be felt even by a blind man.
"Shu Zi, who I am has nothing to do with you. If you ### kill the leader of the Divine Thunder Sect, then ### will stay here!"
Wu Qilong took a step forward slowly, and the majestic aura, like a volcano, surged out of his body and immediately swept through the entire city gate.
The dilapidated city gate made strange noises and swayed under the wash of this majestic breath.
It seems that there is not only one person in the Shenlei Sect who feels good about himself, perhaps everyone in the entire Shenlei Sect feels good about himself.
The corner of Ye Shaohan's mouth trembled slightly. After a moment, he shook his head slightly and said calmly: "Not enough, you are not qualified to keep me!"
The voice swept through the entire audience like a cold wind, and all the disciples of the Divine Thunder Sect burst out laughing. How dare a mere young man speak so boldly?
At this moment, everyone seemed to have forgotten the previous scene of Ye Shaohan killing Lu Fan with one sword.
Lin Zhiyun smiled helplessly. Every word her master made made the other person feel annoyed.
"The technique you practice is not from a sect or aristocratic family within tens of thousands of miles. Who are you?" The corner of Wu Qilong's mouth curled up, and a hoarse and cold voice came out. This time he not only
In order to kill Ye Shaohan, we also need to bloodbath the sect that Ye Shaohan belongs to. Hearing this, Ye Shaohan smiled faintly and said calmly: "It's just a small sect!"
When he said this, Ye Shaohan couldn't help but smile. If he said it was the Sword God Sect, wouldn't this old guy dare not do it?
Hearing this, Wu Qilong's dark eyes were filled with murderous intent. His figure moved, and when he reappeared, he was already in the sky. He held his hand and the long sword flashed out.
Spiritual energy surged out of Wu Qilong's body like a tide. Wu Qilong waved his long sword and shouted: "It's okay not to say anything. Since you killed Lu Fan, I will use your head to sacrifice him today!"
Ye Shaohan smiled faintly, glanced at the four elders of the Divine Thunder Sect around him, nodded at the four of them casually, and said: "Do you want to go with him, or do you want to fight alone!"
Ye Shaohan's tone was extremely indifferent. The cultivation level of these four people was only at the first level of the Spirit Emperor Realm, so there was nothing to worry about. After speaking, his eyes fell on the void.
Hearing this, the faces of the four elders of the Divine Thunder Sect all darkened. This was a naked irony. The original fear of Ye Shaohan in their hearts dissipated with the arrival of Wu Qilong.
Before Wu Qilong could give the order, the four of them snorted coldly. They held their long swords and passed over several Divine Thunder Sect disciples. They struck Ye Shaohan in the air and the sword energy poured out like a torrent.
With a faint smile, Ye Shaohan tapped his toes on the ground and jumped towards the four people as lightly as a swallow. The spiritual energy covered Ye Shaohan's entire left hand, breaking through the four people's sword energy like a sharp knife. A metallic collision sound followed.
It sounded.
A ball of violent sparks burst out, and in everyone's shocked eyes, Ye Shaohan's left finger suddenly caught the long swords of four people at the same time.
At this moment, the four of them felt that the long sword was held by a huge force and could not move at all.
One force can defeat ten swords and break through ten thousand swords! Seeing the horrified expressions of the four people, Ye Shaohan smiled faintly. Now his body seems to be extremely powerful, especially when he has been carrying a stone sword for a long time. The strength of Ye Shaohan's body is even more terrifying.
Ye Shaohan swung his left arm, and in the horrified gazes of the four people, the long sword broke from it. The half-broken sword shot back with a hiss, and penetrated the four people's right chests with a pop.
Poof! Blood gushed out wildly, and the force on the broken sword caused the four figures to fall backwards. As Ye Shaohan casually pointed a few fingers, sharp sword energy shot out.
Before the four of them could react, the sword energy submerged their bodies, and the four of them were cut into pieces by the sword energy in the air.
Four majestic elders of the Divine Thunder Sect died tragically in the hands of this young man after just one encounter. At this moment, even if Wu Qilong was present, the disciples of the Divine Thunder Sect could not suppress the fear spreading in their hearts.
The battle in this scene is beyond their reach, and they are not even qualified to be cannon fodder.
The blood spilled down, making the already bright red snow look even scarier.
"The strength of these four people is a bit weak, but the strength of the old immortal in front of me is pretty good!" Ye Shaohan said secretly. After killing the four people, Ye Shaohan did not pause, and his figure shot into the void like an arrow from a string,
Holding the sword in his right hand, Ye Shaohan suddenly pointed his left finger towards the void and counted a few points. A huge finger shadow spread out. The several finger shadows converged into a huge sword shadow and shot towards Wu Qilong. The sound of breaking wind could be heard everywhere.
"This level of attack is far from enough, boy, is that all?" Wu Qilong suddenly stepped forward with his right foot, his eyes filled with coldness, and he waved his long sword, and the bright cold air swirled up, and then the long sword let out a crisp sound.
The sound of the sword chanting. The cold sword energy suddenly transformed into a giant ice and snow dragon, carrying the billowing cold air and rushing toward the sword shadow. The sword shadow was instantly submerged by the cold air.
At this moment, Wu Qilong could no longer suppress his momentum. His momentum completely exploded, and he was clearly in the fake Lingzong realm.
The transformed ice and snow dragon exploded in vain, turning into endless white cold air. Several sword chants sounded, and several sword shadows slowly emerged from the cold air.
As Wu Qilong waved his long arms, the sword shadow jumped towards Ye Shaohan crazily. In an instant, Ye Shaohan's surroundings were covered by the sword shadow.
However, Ye Shaohan's body seemed to be insubstantial at this moment. Occasionally, he was able to dodge the sword shadow with a slight movement.
The eyes of the whole audience kept following Ye Shaohan's figure. At this moment, everyone was shocked by Ye Shaohan's elusive figure.
Ye Shaohan has been practicing the Wind Transformation Technique, a mysterious movement martial skill, for several years. The continuous battles have made Ye Shaohan's understanding of this martial skill more profound.
Seeing this, Wu Qilong's expression couldn't help but change. He stretched out his hands and turned his left and right hands into fists. Two astonishing sword intentions burst out from the palms of his hands, and two illusory sword shadows slowly appeared.
In the artistic conception, as a fake Lingzong realm warrior, Wu Qilong turned his sword energy into reality as his sword energy rolled over, with murderous intent looming in his eyes, and he shouted: "Boy, remember that the biggest difference between Sword Sect and Sword King is that the sword intention becomes materialized.
Die!"
His body turned into a rainbow and rushed towards Ye Shaohan. Wherever it passed, ripples in space spread out. His left and right hands shot forward almost simultaneously, and two energy swords shot out, locking Ye Shaohan's figure tightly.
Live, cutting off Ye Shaohan's path forward and backward!
A burst of exclamation came from Lin Zhiyun's mouth. Lin Zhiyun couldn't bear to close her eyes. Wu Qilong was really too powerful.
After Wu Qilong appeared, Lin Ba's expression became dull. He did not expect that Wu Qilong would show up. Can this young man cope with it?
Lin Ba sighed sadly. It was wonderful to go from hell to heaven, but to go to hell again in an instant was even more disappointing.
However, at this moment, a dull voice sounded as Ye Shaohan's figure flashed!
"The sword is not a sword, the intention is not meaning, it is not the artistic conception after all!" Ye Shaohan raised the corner of his mouth slightly and glanced at the shadow of the shooting sword. There was no fear in his eyes. Instead, he looked at Wu Qilong like a wild beast staring at its prey.
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The breeze blew through Ye Shaohan's long ink-like hair, and his entire figure was quietly suspended in mid-air. His left hand was slowly raised, and a sword shadow slowly emerged.
A terrifying coercion filled Ye Shaohan's body. He also had this artistic conception.
Compared to Wu Qilong, who had just realized the artistic conception, Ye Shaohan had a deeper understanding of the artistic conception than he did.
The artistic conception of selflessness permeated Ye Shaohan, and this unique artistic conception immediately affected everyone present, and everyone couldn't help but have a little confusion in their eyes.
Feeling the fluctuation and Ye Shaohan's change, Wu Qilong couldn't help but pause, his eyes were as big as copper bells, and he exclaimed: "Impossible!"
Qi Sword Transformation! It was a sword skill that Ye Shaohan knew before he entered the Sword God Sect. Although this sword skill consumes a lot of spiritual energy, Ye Shaohan's current cultivation level is enough to ignore it.
Spiritual energy rushed toward Ye Shaohan's palm crazily, and the sword shadow gradually materialized, turning into an air sword.
After several months of training and Huang Shaoping's careful teaching, Ye Shaohan has been able to integrate his own artistic conception into every move.
A terrifying pressure filled the air on the sword, and this pressure caused no more snow to fall in the surrounding void.
Feeling the pressure, everyone looked at the Qi Sword floating in Ye Shaohan's hand with shock on their faces.
Ye Shaohan stepped forward gently, flicked his left hand, and the air sword came out, blocking the incoming sword shadow. Holding the long sword in hand, Ye Shaohan's figure turned into a rainbow and struck at Wu Qilong in the air.
Come.
Wu Qilong looked at the shooting figure with a solemn face. He raised his arms and the long sword that had been released fell into his hand again. He slashed upward with the sword, and the figure started to dance.
A sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, and the coldness in Wu Qilong's eyes became even stronger. The young man in front of him actually wanted to fight head-on. There was no showiness at all. The tip of the sword collided with the tip of the sword, and sparks shot out in all directions, followed by a crisp
The sound of collision.
The sword skills performed by Wu Qilong were extremely mysterious and terrifying, but Ye Shaohan calmly used basic sword skills to counter them.
With a seemingly simple sword, Ye Shaohan was always able to neutralize Wu Qilong's offensive.
Seeing this, Lin Zhiyun's face was full of surprise. He did not expect that his master's strength was so terrifying.
When the sword energy shocked him, Ye Shaohan's figure was always so light and nimble, and his expression was always so plain, avoiding the incoming sword energy as if he were strolling in a courtyard.
"Bang!" Wu Qilong's expression changed drastically, there was a subtle clicking sound on his wrist, and his forehead was instantly covered with cold sweat.
This tiny clicking sound seemed so loud at this moment, and everyone looked at it in astonishment. Who was injured?