There was no trace of panic on Ye Shaohan's face as he struck out with a sudden sword. However, at that moment, Ye Shaohan felt the terror of Wang Tong's sword. Hundreds of phoenixes roared in unison, carrying the power of a hundred phoenixes.
The sword seemed to cut through the sky, and the sword tip collided with the sword tip. A crisp collision sound sounded, and the terrifying wave of energy slowly spread out from the sword tip.
Being hit by this wave of energy, Ye Shaohan immediately flew backwards for several meters. His figure was like a lonely boat in the sea, teetering on the edge of collapse. After a few seconds, he slowly stabilized his figure.
Blood stains dripped down the corners of Ye Shaohan's mouth again, and the blood in his chest surged!
"What a strong sword!" Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Ye Shaohan actually felt a breath of death at the previous moment. This old guy was really ruthless.
"Is it an artistic conception? Is it a me-only artistic conception? I have an artistic conception too!" Ye Shaohan looked at Wang Tong among the hundred phoenixes with cold eyes and said slowly.
Endless murderous intent surged out from Ye Shaohan's body crazily, and the murderous intent was almost solid. The frost in the air suddenly rose, and the water vapor was instantly frozen, turning into ice shavings and falling into the sky. The entire sky became extremely hazy, and the sound of the phoenix's cry also followed.
How much weaker!
"I have artistic conception, too, kill!" Ye Shaohan suddenly stepped into the void, and a circle of ripples spread out on the soles of his feet. Regardless of the blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, Ye Shaohan's body exploded in front of the hundreds of phoenixes again, and he was helpless.
fear!
Killing or being killed, I choose to kill, my artistic conception is to forget myself, forget about killing, stop and kill!
The cold wind blew, blowing everyone's face, and everyone couldn't help shaking. After the cold wind passed, everyone broke out in cold sweat!
How many battlefield baptisms does it take to have such a strong murderous aura!
Ye Shaohan raised his eyes slightly, looked up at Wang Tong who was also surprised, and murmured softly: "Impression!"
A martial robe made a hunting sound, and the long sword separated from Ye Shaohan's right hand and floated quietly in the air. A green whirlwind slowly formed under Ye Shaohan's feet, lifting Ye Shaohan up.
A trace of reminiscence flashed through Ye Shaohan's dark eyes, and he murmured: "I haven't used this trick for a long time!"
When the last sound of the word fell, his body suddenly shook, he quickly grasped the long sword, and suddenly slashed forward with the sword, the shadow of the sword flashed.
The roaring sound was as loud as thunder, the sky was covered with shadows, and a spiritual depression slowly spread in everyone's hearts.
Ding, a crisp sword roar sounded, and then several more sword roars sounded. The sword roar sounded so sweet in the roar.
An intoxicating sword light emerged from the sky, and the sword conquered the city!
All the beauty is reflected in this sword! Ye Shaohan's artistic conception is also integrated into this sword. This sword is Ye Shaohan's strongest sword!
"Qingcheng!" A calm voice sounded slowly, and soon the sword light flashed across the sky. When the sword light dissipated, Ye Shaohan's figure emerged again.
Ding! A drop of scarlet liquid fell from the sky. Before it hit the ground, the liquid turned into an ice crystal and landed on the snow.
Looking up from a distance, in the vast snow, this scarlet color looks so eye-catching.
Eyes slightly raised, everyone looked into the void in disbelief. Their eyes instantly became dull, and a sword mark suddenly appeared in front of Wang Tong.
The sword marks were like extra ink dots on a picture scroll, so dazzling.
This sect leader is actually injured? That boy can actually hurt the sect leader?
Wang Tong also looked at the sword marks emerging on his chest with a slight shock, a dignified look flashed in his eyes.
When the sword light flashed before, Wang Tong felt a long-lost threat. Wang Tong had only felt such a threat from opponents of the same level.
What shocked Wang Tong the most was the artistic conception contained in Ye Shaohan's sword. It was a heart-stopping artistic conception. Wang Tong did not expect that Ye Shaohan had such a high understanding of artistic conception.
The latter's cultivation was also beyond Wang Tong's expectations. Wang Tong shook his head slightly and said calmly: "It seems that I still underestimate you!"
Hearing this, Ye Shaohan did not respond. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the ice phoenix floating in the void with fear.
"But is that all?" Wang Tong said calmly, raising his long sword slightly, and a terrifying pressure filled the air.
Being injured by a junior in public was undoubtedly a huge blow to Wang Tong's reputation. Even though Ye Shaohan couldn't take the sword, the world would only remember him as Wang Tong, who couldn't dodge the sword of the young man in front of him.
"The song of Concubine Xuan should be over!" Ye Shaohan murmured softly, raised his head, looked at Wang Tong, and said lightly: "I haven't used that finger for a long time!"
After saying that, the long sword in Ye Shaohan's hand suddenly slipped and fell on the snow. The blood red on the blood sword formed a sharp contrast with the snow.
"One finger!" A calm voice sounded slowly, Ye Shaohan took a few steps, his sword energy surrounded his fingertips, and finally a cold wind filled the air.
A huge sword shadow stretched out, spanning the entire sky.
However, this was just the beginning. Ye Shaohan raised his sword finger slightly and pointed it out again.
The terrifying Suzaku fire filled the air at the fingertips, and immediately a huge flame-like sword shadow emerged.
Two huge sword shadows stood across each other, and their terrifying pressure spread. Under this pressure, Ye Shaohan's momentum surged again, like an unsheathed sword, unstoppable.
"Three fingers!" The left finger was slightly raised, and a wave of waves appeared at Ye Shaohan's fingertips. Endless cold air spread out, and the shadow of a sword composed of cold air also appeared.
However, it was still not over. Ye Shaohan took several steps in succession, and with each step he took, his sword finger pointed forward.
When he took seven steps in succession, the shadows of seven swords several feet long slowly appeared around Ye Shaohan, slowly surrounding Ye Shaohan.
When Ye Shaohan entered the Luoxia Pavilion for the first time, the first martial skill he came into contact with was the sword chain finger, where several finger shadows converged together to produce a terrifying explosive power.
Ye Shaohan originally combined the Wind God Finger, Luo God Finger, and Fire God Finger into one, and called it Soul Killing!
After coming into contact with the sword chain finger, Ye Shaohan naturally improved this soul-killing weapon, making its power even more terrifying. This finger is also one of Ye Shaohan's final killing moves.
"Kill the Soul!" It's called Soul Killing, so the one who wants to be killed is the Lingzong realm warrior!
Raising his sword finger slightly, Ye Shaohan finally took the final step. His sword finger pointed out, and seven sword shadows shot out and gathered together.
The sword shadows merged into one! After the merger, the terrifying sword shadows surged and spanned the entire sky.
Seeing this, Ye Shaohan couldn't help but recall the scene of the fourth generation's ten thousand swords descending from the sky. He raised his sword finger again and pointed out.
When one finger fell, the empty sword shadow suddenly turned into tens of thousands of sword shadows. The sound of swords continued, and the sword shadows blasted around like a violent storm. The dense sword shadows were like ocean waves, one after another, heading towards
surge forward.
In front of the endless shadow of the sword, the sky, the earth, and the sword were eclipsed at this moment.
When faced with Ye Shaohan's finger, Wang Tong could no longer keep his composure on his face. This finger was too strong!
The previous sense of crisis came again. Wang Tong's body moved, his sword shadow flashed, and a loud sword roar slowly sounded. Hundreds of ice phoenixes turned into several streams of light and shot toward the tens of thousands of sword shadows.
The high-pitched loud sound mixed with the crisp sword chant turned into waves of sound that spread wildly around, and the air vibrated crazily.
The space slowly burst apart, turning into darkness. A vortex was formed where the two collided, and both the sword shadow and the ice phoenix surged towards the vortex.
Immediately, a shocking explosion shook everyone's eardrums and caused pain. The sky suddenly darkened, and the terrifying space waves spread toward the surrounding void like a shocking ocean wave.
"Back away!" Wang Tong's exclamation resounded in the sky. This voice was not only addressed to Ye Shaohan, but also to the disciples of the Lianyun Sect below.
Feeling the terrifying pressure, the disciples of Lianyun Sect fled around in horror, and their spiritual energy surged out and retreated towards the mountain.
At the same time, Wang Tong also swung his swords forward one after another, and the soft energy poured down, preventing the spatial crack from spreading. However, in the void, the spatial crack was still flowing.
It was the first time he felt the space crack so close, and a solemn look appeared on Ye Shaohan's face. The pulling force coming from the space crack was frightening.
Looking at the devil-like space cracks around him, Ye Shaohan could only wave his palms continuously to resolve the pulling force. At the same time, Ye Shaohan's figure also retreated crazily.
This pulling force was extremely terrifying, and Ye Shaohan's body shook slightly, losing his previous dexterity.
Bang bang! After taking a few steps back, the turbulent flow of sword energy hit Ye Shaohan hard on the chest. In this short period of several hundred meters, Ye Shaohan looked extremely embarrassed, and all the military robes on his body were shattered.
Despite the existence of the air mask, Ye Shaohan's chest was still filled with blood and energy, and he obviously suffered serious internal injuries.
Seeing that the space crack was spreading towards Lianyun Mountain, Wang Tong's expression suddenly changed, his figure flashed, and his sword shadow continued.
It was not until a few moments later that these spatial cracks dissipated, the hazy sky rarely cleared up, and the heart-stopping pressure in the void disappeared.
The long hair that was originally tied behind his back was now draped messily on his shoulders. Wang Lin looked at the figure in the distance with complicated eyes.
Compared to Wang Tong's condition, Ye Shaohan looked even more embarrassed. His long hair was draped messily on his shoulders. His face was also extremely pale. The military robe on his body could only be described as rags, with a few sword marks emerging.
Blood dripped from the corner of his mouth. Ye Shaohan raised his head and looked solemnly at the void that had returned to calm. He did not expect that his finger and Wang Tong's sword could create such a terrifying result.
However, thinking about this, Ye Shaohan felt a hint of joy in his heart. The power of this soul-killer was far beyond his expectation.
The mountain path below has been destroyed and is in a mess. The rocks have collapsed. The Lianyun Sect disciples are scattered on the rocks, looking at the two people in the void with dull eyes.
Previously, everyone felt the breath of death. In front of the crack in space, their proud strength looked so pale!
Looking at the two figures, everyone asked themselves, are these strong men?
With his eyes almost dull, Wang Lin stared blankly at the figure in the void.
"It turns out that the gap between you and me is so big!" At this moment, Wang Lin couldn't help but have a mocking smile at the corner of his mouth, mocking his own ignorance.
Previously, Wang Lin shamelessly wanted to challenge Ye Shaohan. However, at this moment, Wang Lin realized that this was even harder than climbing to the sky.
After wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Ye Shaohan raised his head, looked at Wang Tong, and said calmly: "I have received three swords. This sword post, do you belong to the Lianyun Sect?"
"Take it!" Looking at Ye Shaohan complicatedly, Wang Tong said helplessly.