Hearing this, no one from the Sword Valley disciples scolded Ye Shaohan for being arrogant this time!
"In that case, I'm offended!" Su Yun waved his long sword, and the blazing sword energy poured out. Almost in an instant, the sword energy came towards Ye Shaohan with the strongly distorted hot air.
At the same time, Su Yun's figure danced in the sky like a ghost, slashing out sword after sword, and the blazing red light was like the scorching sun. The disciples of Sword Valley were all waiting to see how this person from outside the valley would take over their senior brother.
The strongest sword.
The red fire shadow fell from the sky with Su Yun's strongest sword. Ye Shaohan smiled, his smile was bright and warm.
Throughout this time, Ye Shaohan has never drawn a sword!
The reason why he agreed to Huang Shaoping's sword invitation was firstly because of Huang Shaoping's guidance, and secondly because he wanted to see the sword skills of other sects.
Now that you've seen it, the warm-up should be over.
Snow was flying in the sky, and the cold seemed to freeze the whole world.
But Su Yun's figure shot out like a stream of light, and the pouring flames melted the endless snowflakes.
Raising his head and looking at the growing figure, Ye Shaohan smiled faintly.
Under the astonished gazes of everyone, Ye Shaohan took a slight step back, sheathed his sword, put his right hand behind his back, raised his left hand slightly, and pointed at it as a sword.
Ye Shaohan never moved. It was not until Su Yun's sword light was about to touch Ye Shaohan that Ye Shaohan moved. He danced to clear his shadow, just like a dancer. The wind blew his fairy mantle fluttering like a colorful dance, and the whole body moved.
Ye Shaohan's figure as white as snowflakes appeared in the sky. The figure paused, pointed forward slightly with the middle finger of his right hand, and stabbed out with one finger. In an instant, the selfless mood broke out, and this finger merged into Ye Shaohan's mood.
Luoshen finger, in this finger you can no longer see the flavor of Fengshen finger, but the real Luoshen finger.
A mysterious wave spreads at the fingertips, and the sword moves in all directions, and the spectators are as depressed as a mountain!
Ye Shaohan's finger touched the tip of the sword in Ma Zhongyi's hand with the selfless conception of pursuit. When it touched the tip of the sword, a crisp sword chant resounded in everyone's minds.
There was no gorgeous sword as imagined. With just one finger, the surrounding flames dissipated into nothing. A strange force came from the tip of the sword. Su Yun fell to the steps like a kite with broken strings, as if she had been forcibly moved.
, although her body did not move, her feet left two inch-deep footprints on the ground, and blood dripped from the corners of her mouth onto the steps. It was not until she rolled down dozens of steps that Su Yun stopped.
"Tick-tock-tock!" Blood dripped down the corner of Su Yun's mouth and the sound of knocking on the ice resounded in the ears of the Sword Valley disciples. Many women looked at the man who was on one knee in disbelief.
He was their high-spirited elder brother in the past.
Ye Shaohan casually withdrew his finger, and the blood in his chest was rolling slightly. However, relying on his cultivation, Ye Shaohan suppressed the rolling blood and looked calm.
At this time, the ever-resounding sound of the piano quietly dispersed with the wind. She raised her head, her beautiful eyes moved, and Su Feixuan looked at the figure quietly.
Ye Shaohan took a step forward, and his figure fell lightly in front of Su Yun like a fallen leaf. He said lightly: "This sword is not bad!"
Ye Shaohan's plain words undoubtedly destroyed Su Yun's proud heart, and also destroyed Jian Gu's pride.
"Ding!" The sword broke, the man fell, and the figure slowly fell to the ground. He looked at the blue sky with empty eyes and sarcastically said to himself: "I thought I could defeat you after using the secret method, but it seems I still underestimated you.
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Standing on the steps, the old man smiled casually and chuckled: "How can the flowers in the greenhouse withstand the baptism of the storm?"
Hearing this, Su Yun trembled, looking at the old man and Ye Shaohan in confusion, and then bowed slightly to Ye Shaohan.
Ever since he was known as the number one genius in Sword Valley, Su Yun's pursuit of swordsmanship has gradually been affected by the fame. But now, Ye Shaohan has undoubtedly awakened him through this finger.
Ignoring the surprised people around him, Ye Shaohan smiled slightly, took out his sword sticker and threw it towards the old man, and said calmly: "This sword sticker?"
The sword post was under the control of Ye Shaohan, and it shot towards the old man lightly. However, the pressure contained in the sword post was enough to force the people around him back.
For a moment, everyone retreated to both sides, leaving only the old man standing there.
Raising his right hand slightly, the old man casually held his right hand forward, grabbed the sword post that was shooting out, glanced at it, and said calmly: "I, Jian Gu, took this sword post!"
Hearing this, Ye Shaohan smiled faintly, turned to Su Feixuan and said, "Feixuan, come down the mountain!"
Hearing this, Su Feixuan smiled politely, stood up and hugged the guqin, following closely behind Ye Shaohan.
Step by step, life rushes towards the peak, step by step, whether going up or down the mountain, it is something that a strong person must experience. Ye Shaohan did not use any physical skills, and walked down step by step like ordinary people.
The floating black hair covered Ye Shaohan's face, but it could not cover his back. The people of Sword Valley felt helpless. Ye Shaohan came gently, but broke the myth of the undefeated genius of Sword Valley, and left softly,
From the beginning to the end, he always smiled and ignored the scoldings of himself and others. This is the strong man. Su Feixuan hugged the guqin and followed closely behind Ye Shaohan. The two equally thin figures gradually disappeared into the wind and snow.
Su Yun's eyes flickered, she bit her lip, and shouted at the figure that gradually disappeared from sight: "What's the name of that finger?"
"Luo Shen!" The cold wind carried Ye Shaohan's words and blew through the ears of the disciples of Sword Valley.
Looking at the disappearing figure, the old man smiled and said to himself: "Sword God Sect!"
At the foot of Sword Valley Peak, Ye Shaohan stopped, turned around, looked at the huge shadow behind him, and murmured softly: "The strength of Sword Valley is pretty good, but I don't know what the strength of Lianyun Sect is!"
Thinking of Wang Lin from the Lianyun Sect, a sneer appeared at the corner of Ye Shaohan's mouth.
Turning around, Ye Shaohan chuckled at Su Feixuan and said, "Feixuan, how are you? Are you used to this world of warriors?"
Hearing this, Su Feixuan was stunned for a moment, then smiled politely. Seeing this, Ye Shaohan sighed slightly, looked at the sky, and murmured softly: "This world of warriors is paved with blood, I don't know what you can do
Can you adapt to this world?"
"Let's go!" Ye Shaohan shook his head slightly, turned around, and disappeared into the wind and snow.
Hearing this, Su Feixuan glanced firmly at the sky, then smiled confidently and followed closely behind Ye Shaohan.
Lianyun Sect was hundreds of miles away from Sword Valley, and Huang Shaoping did not specify when the sword stickers would be delivered to each sect, so Ye Shaohan was not in a hurry.
For several days in a row, Ye Shaohan and Su Feixuan were both on foot. During the journey, Ye Shaohan not only guided Su Feixuan in some martial arts practices, but also taught some piano skills.
At the same time, Ye Shaohan did not forget his own cultivation and continued to practice the three fingers of Luo Shen, Wind God, and Fire God.
In the snowy sky, two thin figures slowly moved forward in the white world.
As his understanding of artistic conception deepened, Ye Shaohan became more and more comfortable with artistic conception.
The wind and snow beat at Ye Shaohan's thin clothes. Ye Shaohan was walking ahead with his eyes closed.
Su Feixuan, on the other hand, was holding the piano and followed closely behind Ye Shaohan, the only sound left in her ears was the whistling of the wind.
The right hand is pointed as a sword, and the fingers are constantly changing in front of Ye Shaohan. On the road in front of Ye Shaohan, there are sometimes strong winds, sometimes sharp energy, and sometimes white snow flying. It looks extremely strange, and the fingertips are beating more and more frequently.
If someone becomes ghostly, they will look out into the ocean again and marvel. Ye Shaohan's fingers are completely missing, only the shadow of his hand is left.
Su Feixuan raised her head and glanced ahead. Su Feixuan had long been used to this scene.
Along the way in the ice and snow, Ye Shaohan rarely saw other people, but at this moment, in the distance, dozens of figures were flying.
Bursts of fighting sounds came from a distance. Ye Shaohan raised his head and looked ahead in confusion, then continued to walk forward with his head buried in the air, Su Feixuan following closely behind.
This is obviously two parties fighting, and there is a corpse of a monster lying on the ground. It is the fourth-level monster grass dragon. The inner elixir on the grass dragon is extremely expensive. Obviously, the two sides are fighting for the corpse of the grass dragon.
And take action.
However, although the two parties were fighting, they did not make a fatal move. These people were wearing the same style of military robes, and they were obviously disciples of the same sect.
There is a floating cloud embroidered on the back of the martial robe. If anyone familiar with the Lianyun Sect sees this, they will definitely recognize that these warriors are disciples of the Lianyun Sect.
The two parties were fighting, but in the roaring wind, waves of steady footsteps resounded, which seemed so harsh at this moment.
Almost at the same time, both parties stopped and looked for news, where two thin figures slowly emerged.
The man was handsome and the woman was delicate. When these two people appeared, they immediately attracted attention and stopped. Ye Shaohan looked at the monster corpses on the ground and everyone, ignored them and continued to move forward.
With Ye Shaohan acting like this, Su Feixuan naturally ignored these people and followed Ye Shaohan without even looking.
The people who were still fighting did not stop Ye Shaohan, although in their eyes, there was no difference between Ye Shaohan and a weak scholar.
However, when Ye Shaohan was taking a few steps, several exclamations also sounded: "It's him! The person the young sect leader has offered a reward for!"
This exclamation was like a thunderbolt from the blue. In an instant, the people who had been quiet before suddenly became commotion and gathered together in perfect harmony.
The Lianyun Sect disciple's fiery gazes wandered back and forth on Ye Shaohan and Su Feixuan, as if they were looking at their prey.
At this moment, the roaring cold wind seemed to have stopped.
Even the Yun Sect disciples looked at Ye Shaohan with burning eyes, but the corpse of the monster grass dragon on the ground failed to attract their attention.
The cultivation of these Lianyun Sect disciples is not weak, and dozens of gazes gathered together are undoubtedly a huge deterrent.
Su Feixuan, who was following Ye Shaohan, looked startled and her face was slightly pale.
Su Feixuan had just started practicing, so how could she withstand this inexplicable pressure.