A look of astonishment flashed in Yue Wuxie's eyes. He didn't expect that Ye Shaohan, who had previously occupied the top, would be defeated so completely.
Yue Wuxie clenched her fists and shouted to Ye Shaohan on the martial arts stage: "Suifeng, stand up!"
The disciples of Luoxia Peak also cheered for Ye Shaohan. At this moment, Ye Shaohan seemed to represent them and the hope of Luoxia Peak to rise again.
Comfortable, he proudly looked at Ye Shaohan lying on the sword platform, and said proudly: "You are defeated!"
Huang Shaoping sighed sadly, the gap in cultivation was too big. Although Ye Shaohan's control of sword intent was unmatched by Wuhen, Wuhen's cultivation was too strong now.
Glancing at the shocking blood on the fighting stage, Huang Shaoping sighed slightly: "You have done a good enough job!"
"It's over!" Liu Yuyan, the leader of Xiyue Peak, sighed, "It's as dazzling as a shooting star!"
Feeling Ye Shaohan's increasingly weaker aura, the cheering sounds of the Luoxia Peak disciples also became weaker and weaker.
The sharp aura dissipated from Ye Shaohan. Ye Shaohan looked extremely weak and his face was extremely pale.
Su Yun and Qi Jian both sighed slightly. For some reason, seeing Ye Shaohan's defeat, they both had complicated emotions in their hearts.
Encouragement, sighs, and different expressions were performed on everyone's faces, but Ye Shaohan on the martial arts stage turned a blind eye to these.
Just when Yue Jingxian was about to announce the results, a tyrannical and domineering momentum broke out in an instant and filled the entire place in the blink of an eye.
Everyone looked at Ye Shaohan's figure in surprise. Ye Shaohan staggered up from the martial arts platform. Although Ye Shaohan barely stood up, his body was no longer shaking. At this moment, most people thought that the outcome was decided and couldn't bear to persuade Ye Shaohan.
give up.
A gust of breeze suddenly blew across the field, and immediately swept away the dust at Ye Shaohan's feet. Ye Shaohan's figure was like a willow floating in the wind, as if it could fall down at any time.
Ye Shaohan glanced at the moon in the sky, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said lightly: "It's not over yet!"
Seeing this, everyone sighed slightly. Now that the Xuanbing spiritual energy in Ye Shaohan's body is so weak, how can he withstand Wuhen's offensive?
Wuhen smiled proudly and swung out several sword energy towards Ye Shaohan, smashing the gravel at Ye Shaohan's feet. Dust filled Ye Shaohan's body. Ye Shaohan's figure looked extremely desolate. Wuhen said proudly: "Don't you accept it?"
Raising his head and looking at the figure in the void, Ye Shaohan smiled faintly.
Xuanbing spiritual energy surged into Ye Shaohan's body like a tide, and its coldness gradually dissipated.
The Vermillion Bird aura and Qinglong aura were circulating crazily in Ye Shaohan's body. Under Ye Shaohan's powerful soul power, these auras were transformed into Xuanbing aura.
Ice crystals emerged along the soles of Ye Shaohan's feet.
In the surprised eyes of everyone, Ye Shaohan slowly grasped the broken sword stuck on the ground. At that moment, it was like a long sword with a cold glow.
Holding the sword, Ye Shaohan lowered his eyes slightly, looking at the broken bloody sword, with a hint of reminiscence in his eyes.
This bloody sword accompanied him for countless months, but eventually it broke into pieces.
"Old man, you must be lonely too!" Ye Shaohan murmured softly. Under the stunned gazes of everyone, the broken sword in Ye Shaohan's hand turned into a stream of light and shot towards Wuhen.
Whoosh! Wherever the broken sword passed, the space rippled and invisible ripples spread out.
Looking at the stream of light coming from him, Wuhen smiled faintly, raised his left hand slightly, and held it casually, and the cold air came out.
Exhortation! The broken sword was immediately frozen by the cold air and fell weakly on the fighting platform.
Ye Shaohan never paid attention to Wuhen's movements. At this moment, Ye Shaohan's eyes had fallen on the unicorn in his hand, and there was a trace of reminiscence in his eyes.
Exhortation! A clear and loud sword chant sounded in vain, and in the astonished eyes of everyone, a long sword appeared in Ye Shaohan's hand.
Xuanbing spiritual energy surged out crazily and turned into white energy surrounding the long sword. Therefore, everyone did not clearly see the true appearance of the long sword.
While holding the sword, a strong aura continued to rise on Ye Shaohan's body.
The shocking sword energy burst out of his body. At this moment, Ye Shaohan was completely sharp and powerful.
A cold aura swept out, especially the heart-stopping killing intent. When Ye Shaohan held the sword, everyone seemed to hear howls filling the sky.
The pungent smell of blood made Ye Shaohan feel gentle and elegant before, but now he felt murderous.
When faced with this killing intent, Yue Jingxian and others were also moved by it.
The cold air filled the Qilin Sword, and Ye Shaohan could feel the vibration of the Qilin Sword.
Holding the Qilin Sword in his hand, Ye Shaohan walked towards Wuhen in the air. With every step, his momentum increased a few points. At this moment, Ye Shaohan no longer suppressed the murderous aura in his body, and the cold and biting murderous aura swept across the entire place like a storm.
The cold and biting murderous aura suppressed everyone and made them unable to breathe. A few warriors even fainted, killing, endless killing.
"It's actually the self-forgetting mood?" Yue Jingxian and others had expressions of disbelief on their faces. In their impression, the self-forgetting sword intention was a fatal sword intention, which meant breaking through the Lingzong realm and finally sinking into killing.
Some of the outer sect leaders couldn't help but feel horrified. If the young man in front of them was immersed in killing, the result would definitely be a bloody storm. There was a hint of splendor in the eyes when they looked at Ye Shaohan again.
The sword eyebrows frowned slightly, and Yue Jingxian said solemnly: "You already knew his sword intention, didn't you?"
Yue Jingxian's words were undoubtedly meant for Huang Shaoping. After hearing these words, Huang Shaoping raised his head and said calmly: "If one day he indulges in killing, then I will kill him!"
Huang Shaoping's tone was so firm that no one could question it.
Above the void, Ye Shaohan stepped on the void with his right foot, and a clear circle of vacuum ripples spread. Ye Shaohan looked at Wuhen calmly.
The fighting platform below suddenly shattered, and the big rocks were enveloped by the momentum of the two men, and suddenly turned into rubble and shot away.
"How can you defeat me at the end of your strength?" Wuhen said lightly. At this moment, every warrior present felt a trace of oppression, from Wuhen's oppression.
"You'll know if you try it, won't you?" Ye Shaohan said after calming down his breath.
### Above, the faces of Huang Shaoping and Wuhen rarely became solemn. The aura created by these two people alone was enough to move people. At this moment, they were staring closely at the movements of Ye Shaohan and Wuhen, and the expressions on their faces changed.
indefinite.
At this moment, the spiritual energy in the air was extremely violent. Ye Shaohan and Wuhen were like black holes, frantically absorbing the spiritual energy around them, and the surrounding clouds were gradually attracted in.
Covered by endless clouds, the light in Sword Valley becomes extremely dark, making one feel that a storm is coming.
In the void in front of the two of them, a huge sword roar rang out for no reason, accompanied by this long sword roar.
For a moment, all the swords in the Sword Valley began to tremble slightly, and the sword roars gathered together to form a shocking roar.
"Kill!" Thunderous shouts floated out from above Ye Shaohan and Wuhen. The light curtain covering the sword platform turned into endless light spots under this shout and floated away in all directions. Hundreds of low-level warriors
They vomited blood and fainted.
Around the fighting platform, all the warriors could no longer suppress their inner excitement. They all stood up and stared into the void.
"The Sword God Sect has a sword skill called Sword Falling to the Nine Heavens!" He waved his left hand lightly, and Wuhen stared at Ye Shaohan with an indifferent expression. For a moment, the sound of sword chants all over the valley fell into silence.
There was a gasp, and all the disciples of the Sword God Sect looked at Wuhen in disbelief.
Sword Falling to the Nine Heavens is also called the Sword God Skill by the disciples of the Sword God Sect, and only the master of the Sword God Sect can learn it.
Everyone did not expect that Wuhen was not yet the master of the sect, but he had already mastered the sword skill. Regarding this, Huang Shaoping and others frowned slightly.
"Senior brother, did you teach Wuhen about Jian Luo Jiutian?" Huang Shao said calmly, but there was a rare hint of anger in his calm words.
Hearing this, Yue Jingxian Sword frowned slightly and said calmly: "Wuhen is ultimately the master of the Sword God Sect, so what's the difference between teaching him the Sword God Sect skills in advance and teaching him later!"
Regarding this, Huang Shaoping and the others sighed helplessly. How could Ye Shaohan resist this magical sword skill?
Although there was always a trace of fantasy in Huang Shaoping's heart, the fantasy that Ye Shaohan could win the Five Peaks Competition and then possess this magical sword skill, this fantasy was undoubtedly shattered.
Raising her head, Ye Muwan looked at the figure in the void with complex eyes, and murmured softly: "It's him!"
There was no doubt, only an affirmative tone. After the artistic conception exploded, Ye Muwan knew that this person was him!
Not only that, Xiao Luoxue looked at that figure with the same complicated expression and murmured: "Why is he here!"
Before facing Wuhen's terrifying pressure, both women had a look of worry in their eyes. As authentic disciples of the Sword God Sect, they naturally knew what this Sword God's sword skill meant.
The sword skills of the Sword God represent the undefeated legend in the Sword God Sect.
Ye Shaohan's soul power was enough to capture the words of Huang Shaoping and others, and his sword eyebrows also wrinkled slightly.
"Sword God's sword skills? This is ridiculous!" Huo Qilin's voice resounded in Ye Shaohan's mind in vain: "Even the fourth generation and others dare not call their sword skills as Sword God's sword skills!"
Hearing this, Ye Shaohan didn't pay attention to Huo Qilin. His eyes kept resting on Wuhen, with a hint of expectation in his eyes.
Catching a glimpse of Ye Shaohan's eyes, Wuhen shook his head slightly and chuckled: "You are quite confident!"
"You have to face it whether you have confidence or not, right?" Ye Shaohan said lightly. After saying that, he suddenly did something that shocked everyone. Ye Shaohan waved his right hand and directed his Qilin sword towards the broken martial arts platform.
Fall down and insert firmly into the ground.
At this moment, everyone looked at Ye Shaohan with greatly changed expressions, wondering why he suddenly threw away his sword.
Could it be that this kid wanted to take on the Sword God's sword skills with his bare hands? How could the physical body be able to withstand the power of the Sword God's sword skills? At this moment, endless doubts filled everyone's faces, and they all speculated on the reason why Ye Shaohan abandoned the sword.