The screams of swords sounded almost at the same time, and hundreds of sword shadows collided in the air. The huge roar carried invisible energy fluctuations and spread to the surroundings, and a burst of invisible space ripples also spread out.
The sword shadows were shattered one after another like the broken ice, and the sword shadows all over the sky turned into nothingness in an instant.
The terrifying energy spread, and finally Ye Shaohan was a little weaker, and his figure took three steps back in succession. Each time he took a step back,
Thunderous footsteps sounded in the air, and a trace of blood dripped down the corner of his mouth. However, Ye Shaohan had no time to wipe it away, and stared at Huang Lingtian with his cold eyes.
Huang Lingtian also looked at the sparks that appeared in front of his eyes in horror. A spark can start a prairie fire. In an instant, the sparks turned into flames and fell on Huang Lingtian's chest.
With a horrified look on his face, Huang Lingtian suddenly slapped his palm forward. The energy contained in the flame made his heart palpitate.
The wind from the palm swept out, but did not scatter the flames. Instead, the sharp sword energy shot out from the flames, streaking across Huang Lingtian's left arm and chest.
An extremely violent energy rushed towards his face. Even though he was a level 3 martial artist in the Lingzong Realm, Huang Lingtian felt his blood surge. A trace of blood dripped from the corner of his mouth. He who had not been injured so far actually started to bleed.
Especially the eye-catching sword marks on his left arm and chest. At this moment, Huang Lingtian actually made an unimaginable move. He turned around, jumped hundreds of meters, turned into a rainbow and shot straight into the sky.
That’s it.
This Emperor Lingtian actually escaped? A dignified Lingzong realm level 3 warrior actually escaped when facing Ye Shaohan?
Huang Lingtian was extremely fast and disappeared from everyone's sight in just a blink of an eye. A long roar floated from the distance: "Yue Jingxian, you win this round!"
Boom! Ye Shaohan took a few steps back again, and the spiritual force swept out. The terrifying energy in Ye Shaohan's body finally became uncontrollable after Ye Shaohan swung this sword.
Blood dripped from the corners of his mouth, feeling the emptiness inside his body, Ye Shaohan sighed helplessly.
"Level 3 of the Lingzong Realm?" With this terrifying energy and the help of Fire Qilin, Ye Shaohan could only cause some trouble for Huang Lingtian.
Ye Shaohan's face turned pale as a result of the heavy consumption of his spirit power. The terrifying energy once again shrank within Ye Shaohan's dantian, and the sharp aura receded from Ye Shaohan's body like a tide.
Ye Shaohan was extremely weak at this moment, but no one dared to underestimate him!
The sword energy spread out in all directions like a torrent, and the turbulent flow caused an explosion in the air.
The explosive sound seemed to still be lingering in everyone's ears, and the bloody air drifted in the wind. Looking at the thin figure in the void, everyone was speechless for a long time.
The image of forcing back a Level 3 Lingzong Realm powerhouse with one sword was deeply imprinted in everyone's minds and could not be dissipated for a long time. The bloody clothes and the flowing black hair on his head. They will never forget that genius-like young man in this life.
The thin figure, the sword represents a myth, and the finger represents a legend. They are myths and legends that they cannot touch in this life.
Ye Shaohan turned around, his expression calm, but his murderous aura slowly subsided. In an instant, Ye Shaohan seemed to transform into a weak scholar again, his eyes fell on Luoxia Peak from a distance, and he walked step by step in the air
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The phantom of the unicorn still loomed over Luoxia Peak, and Ye Shaohan's figure slowly emerged.
The surroundings were quiet, and the eyes of nearly a thousand people were focused on Ye Shaohan at this moment. The glances fell, and Ye Shaohan did not feel any discomfort.
Ye Shaohan's steps were not fast, and everyone in the Sword God Sect felt something strange every time he stepped on the air.
The pale moonlight fell down and shone on Ye Shaohan's body. At this moment, everyone in the Sword God Sect felt a hint of loneliness on that thin figure.
Lowering his head, Ye Shaohan looked at the messy sword path on the ground. Ye Shaohan murmured softly: "Sorry, I still haven't fulfilled your regret in the end!"
Facing Huang Lingtian's powerful strength, Ye Shaohan still cannot shake him now.
Turning around again, Ye Shaohan looked at the pale Liu Yuyan and said lightly: "Where did he die?"
Ye Shaohan's current state of mind could not be heard from his calm tone, and Ye Shaohan never showed a trace of sadness on his face.
However, in this gentle tone, Liu Yuyan heard a hint of sadness in the words, a touch of sadness that could not be hidden. After hearing this, Liu Yuyan's face darkened, her eyes looked towards the sword cliff below, and she murmured softly: "Sword
Cliff!"
"Sword Cliff!" A trace of sadness flashed across Ye Shaohan's face. He looked at Sword Cliff. Under the pale moonlight, there was a pool of blood all over the ground. The blood dyed the moonlight red. He shook his head slightly, and Ye Shaohan's figure slowly fell to the ground.
There was a pool of blood all over the ground, and Ye Shaohan's figure fell like a dead leaf, falling lightly on the ground littered with corpses, and knelt down in the surprised eyes of some Sword God disciples.
In the future, when you are alive and heaven and earth are kings, I have no obligation to be your disciple.
Today, when you pass away, I will kneel down three thousand times and kowtow every ten steps, just to take back your bones and repay your kindness!
In this world, no one has the obligation to care about someone. When this person cares about you, it is just because he wants to care about you.
From Huang Shaoping, Ye Shaohan felt the long-lost concern, which had nothing to do with interests, just pure concern.
Not only Ye Shaohan was like this, but Yue Wuxie and the others were also like this. Their figures fell lightly from the sword path.
In the hearts of Yue Wuxie and others, there was no difference between Huang Shaoping and their mentor. Thinking of Huang Shaoping's careful guidance for several months, Yue Wuxie and others could not suppress the sadness in their hearts.
Ye Shaohan slowly stood up from the ground. After walking ten steps forward with his strong legs, he slowly stopped and then knelt down respectfully.
Standing up again, Ye Shaohan, who also took ten steps forward, knelt down on the ground again and bowed to Jianya with a determined look on his face.
The same is true for Yue Wuxie and the others. On the long sword path, several figures appear so eye-catching.
Three thousand people knelt on the ground, kowtowing ten steps, just to recover the bones of their mentor. At this moment, the Sword God disciples were shocked by the people in front of them.
No one made a sound, all eyes were cast on Ye Shaohan's slightly thin body, silently watching this extremely pious figure slowly go away.
At this moment, in their eyes, Ye Shaohan was no longer the legendary young man who destroyed the Ling Sect with one sword, but a disciple who had lost his mentor.
It is precisely because he is afraid of losing that he is afraid of having. There are not many people that Ye Shaohan cares about, and Huang Shaoping is one of them.
The pale moonlight flowed down like water, and everyone rushed down the peak involuntarily, following closely behind Ye Shaohan. Today, they were deeply impressed by the people in front of them, and they kowtowed every step of the way. How much perseverance this requires, and how much perseverance it takes.
How much respect is needed for the teacher. Take ten steps and kowtow, stand up. Take ten steps and kowtow, get up again, and walk forward another ten steps.
During these ten steps of kowtowing, Ye Shaohan walked across the ground strewn with corpses, the ground strewn with pools of blood, and the ground strewn with swords.
When we came to the collapsed sword cliff, the piles of corpses around the collapsed sword cliff almost formed a hill. The tragic situation was even more tragic than at the foot of the Sword God Five Peaks.
At this time, the Sword God disciples who followed Ye Shaohan discovered that a hero was buried here, a hero who created vitality for the Sword God Sect.
Broken swords and corpses were everywhere on the ground. Ye Shaohan's eyes wandered over the battlefield, but he could not find Huang Shaoping's bones for a long time. There were no bones left, and Ye Shaohan's face couldn't help but darken.
Suddenly, in the center of the battlefield, Ye Shaohan found a broken sword inserted horizontally on the ground. The sword was surrounded by a trace of sword energy, and an unyielding aura spread towards the surroundings, standing proudly.
Ye Shaohan walked sadly towards the broken sword, taking every step extremely slowly, for fear of disturbing his deceased friend.
A burst of energy spread out in all directions with Ye Shaohan as the center, staining the swords all over the ground. The broken swords slowly floated up, emitting a crisp sword chant, and the sword chants formed a shocking sword.
Groan.
There is incomparable grief and indignation in this sword chant, and endless sadness!
Yes, it was grief and indignation. The disciples of the Sword God Sect and others clearly heard the meaning of grief and indignation from the thousands of sword chants.
A broken sword shattered into pieces and turned into countless iron filings that scattered around. Then the sword was shattered and fell towards the ground.
Immediately afterwards, almost at the same time, the remaining more than a thousand swords were shattered at the same time. Countless strands of residual sword energy spread out from the swords at the moment the swords were broken, and gradually gathered in mid-air, converging together.
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The sword is psychic. When the swordsman who has been accompanying him for decades dies, the sword also loses its spirituality.
The world only knows that when the sword is there, the man is there, but when the sword dies, the man dies. How can they not know that when the man dies, the sword dies?
The sword energy rolled like clouds in the sky, and a strange fluctuation spread out from the sword. Ye Shaohan looked at the mighty sword energy clouds indifferently, and still walked towards the only sword in the middle.
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Boom! An invisible spatial fluctuation spread out in vain, and the sword energy changed erratically. In the astonished eyes of everyone, an illusory figure emerged from the sword energy.
The breeze blew, and the sword energy fell to the side like the floating snowflakes.
The illusory figure emerged, and the astonishment on everyone's faces turned into the ecstasy now.
The illusory figure, the pair of eyes that seemed to see through life and death. When he touched this figure, Ye Shaohan also showed a look of astonishment on his face: "Peak Master!"
A gentle and elegant smile appeared, Huang Shaoping clasped his hands on his back, his illusory figure seemed so weak in the cold wind.
"Fortunately, I can still see you!" Huang Shaoping chuckled, his face still so calm.
"It's just a remnant soul. His obsession is supporting his remnant soul, but it can't last long!" Huo Qilin's deep voice resounded in Ye Shaohan's mind.
Hearing this, Ye Shaohan was startled and looked at Huang Shaoping complicatedly.
Sensing Ye Shaohan's gaze, Huang Shaoping smiled lightly and said, "I'm very happy because you are Sui Feng, not anyone else!"
Hearing this, Ye Shaohan lowered his head and said nothing, while the others were confused.