"From now on, Luoxia Peak will be left to you!" The cold wind blew against his face, and Huang Shaoping's shadow finally turned into nothingness.
At the same time, the sword energy fell vertically towards Ye Shaohan, hitting Ye Shaohan's body hard.
Countless illusory sword shadows appeared beside Ye Shaohan, forming a sword curtain. On top of the sword curtain, each sword shadow made a shrill sword roar.
With a slight sigh, Ye Shaohan walked forward.
As Ye Shaohan continued to advance, the shadow of the sword gradually turned into countless light spots and dissipated. The moment Ye Shaohan held the broken sword, an unyielding aura spread on the battlefield, and the originally silent battlefield was once again chilled.
Covered by the aura, the chilling aura spread out in all directions with the broken sword as the center. The broken sword was his sword. With a slight sigh, Ye Shaohan bowed forward.
Turning around, Ye Shaohan calmly looked at Yue Wuxie and others, took a step forward, and disappeared into the sky into a streak of light.
Huang Lingtian's defeat showed the failure of the plan to destroy the Sword God Sect. The masters of each peak also returned to their respective peaks to deal with the aftermath.
At the foot of each peak, disciples of the Sword God were everywhere cleaning up the battlefield. Blood was flowing in the pits everywhere, while the disciples of the Sword God helplessly covered it with soil.
The corpses of the Sword God's disciples were also cleared from the battlefield and sent to a place dedicated to burying disciples, but the man in black burned them directly.
For a time, an unpleasant smell spread everywhere in the Five Sword God Peaks, and the originally beautiful scenery of the Five Sword God Peaks gradually became unsightly.
A heavy atmosphere spread in the hearts of the Sword God's disciples. Not only their amiable and respectable master died in this disaster, but also their brothers who were sincere and sincere. Silent mourning was carried out in the rapid pace of everyone.
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The law of the jungle is the theme of this world. Although the world has gradually become accustomed to this rule, when faced with the tragic death of a loved one, they still cannot suppress the sadness in their hearts.
Ye Shaohan quietly shuttled among the crowd, quietly looking at the disciples of the Sword God Sect who passed by. The pale moonlight seemed to cast a veil over the blood-soaked earth.
Perhaps after seeing it too much and getting used to it, Ye Shaohan's heart calmed down, and the previous sadness was also dispersed a lot.
The moonlight gradually became thicker, and the breeze slowly came. A slight whine echoed in the wind, blowing through the silent mountain road, making the bunches of leaves on both sides rustle and sway, and the blood stains on the leaves also followed.
It fell, as if it was raining blood.
The magnificent swordsmanship in the past has now become a bloody path. Holding the broken sword, Ye Shaohan did not fly directly into the air.
Instead, he strolled along the sword path like a normal person, looking at the collapsed tombstones and broken stone steps, speechless for a long time.
I don't know when the snowflakes fell again and hit Ye Shaohan's body. Ye Shaohan listened to the sound of the breeze blowing through the mountain stream anytime and anywhere, and Ye Shaohan's mood gradually calmed down.
There was no sound of killing in my ears, only the rustle of the breeze blowing through the sword path, and the sound of snowflakes falling to the ground.
Just like in the past, Ye Shaohan walked quietly on the sword path, feeling the weak sword intentions.
A few moments later, Ye Shaohan sighed slightly, jumped with both feet, and transformed into a long rainbow and jumped towards the top of Luoxia Peak.
The Qilin phantom was removed after Huang Lingtian's defeat, and the sword array also stopped operating.
Pointing his feet slightly, Ye Shaohan's figure slowly landed on the sword platform. The clouds and mist rolled under his feet, and he seemed to be above the clouds. When he came to see Huang Shaoping in the past, Ye Shaohan would always see Huang Shaoping standing there.
The picture of this place, but at this moment, Ye Shaohan stood here like Huang Shaoping. At this moment, Ye Shaohan actually felt a kind of loneliness, a kind of coldness at high place. Through the clouds, Ye Shaohan saw the busy scene of Luoxia Peak disciples.
The broken sword in his hand slipped away, and the broken blade was stuck horizontally on the rock.
Sword energy filled the broken sword. With his hands behind his back, Ye Shaohan stood quietly on the sword platform, his eyes slightly narrowed, and he was thinking.
Snowflakes fell on Ye Shaohan's head, dyeing Ye Shaohan's long hair white.
The eyebrows of the sword frowned slightly, Ye Shaohan sighed slightly, raised his right hand slightly, and dragged the falling snowflakes, with a hint of helplessness in his eyes.
For him, this Sword God Sect is just a stop in life. However, Huang Shaoping handed over Luoxia Peak to him first. Ye Shaohan knew that one day he would leave this Sword God Sect.
Follow the wind! Come with the wind, go with the wind!
"How do you want to treat Luoxia Peak? Huang Shaoping is no longer here. Luoxia Peak has been completely entrusted to you!" Huo Qilin's voice resounded.
Hearing this, Ye Shaohan sighed slightly and said: "I came here originally for the fourth jade pendant, not Luoxia Peak. Although this place is good, it is not suitable for me!"
"Then how should we treat Luoxia Peak?" Huo Qilin said helplessly.
"I can't afford to be the master of Luoxia Peak! If I were not the master of Luoxia Peak, then this would not conflict with our original plan!" Ye Shaohan said solemnly.
"If you seize the jade, your actions will be no different from betraying Luoxia Peak. At that time, Luoxia Peak may become even more ruined!" Huo Qilin sighed softly.
Hearing this, Ye Shaohan looked at Qilin thoughtfully and murmured softly: "You seem to value Luoxia Peak very much!"
Hearing this, Huo Qilin smiled faintly and said: "Because I have stayed here for too long, I still have some feelings more or less!"
Thumb thump! The sound of footsteps sounded from behind. Ye Shaohan did not turn around, but continued to look at the clouds below. Even though the figure had not arrived, Ye Shaohan knew who was coming.
A white shadow, like snowflakes, fell beside Ye Shaohan. His cold eyes looked at Ye Shaohan's handsome profile with complicated eyes.
"Yesterday and today, life suddenly changed!" A gentle voice sounded in Ye Shaohan's ears. His clothes were as white as snow. Under the moonlight, this beautiful figure looked so eye-catching.
Ye Shaohan rarely turned his head, looked at the familiar figure in front of him with a little surprise, and said lightly: "Maybe!"
Their eyes looked at each other, but neither of them moved away. In the end, Ye Shaohan turned away and continued to look at the rolling clouds.
The breeze blew, and the faint fragrance spread out from the woman next to him, wrapping around the tip of Ye Shaohan's nose. The two of them stood quietly, silent for a long time.
The cold wind made the martial robes of the two people rustle. After a few breaths, Ye Shaohan finally said: "Liu Yuehong, what would happen if a gust of wind trapped you in a valley?"
It turned out that the white figure was Liu Yuehong. Hearing this, Li Shijian was startled, looked at Ye Shaohan with a complicated look, and said softly: "The wind does not belong in the valley, that is where the wind should go!"
She raised her long and slender jade fingers and looked in the direction Liu Yuehong pointed, where was the vast starry sky.
"That's where the wind should go. The wind can't be restrained, right?" Liu Yuehong smiled gently. Perhaps she could only show such a smile when standing next to this person.
"Yes! That's the world that belongs to the wind!" Ye Shaohan looked at the vast starry sky and murmured softly.
There was another brief silence between the two. Opposite was the hazy Xiyue Peak. At this moment, Ye Shaohan noticed that there was also a figure on the top of Xiyue Peak.
Sensing the change in Ye Shaohan's gaze, Liu Yuehong sighed slightly: "That's the master!"
"It's just that Uncle Imperial Master is no longer here!" Liu Yuehong sighed: "Do you think you, the disciples of Luoxia Peak, like to peek at Xiyue Peak?"
Hearing this, Ye Shaohan just smiled faintly and said: "Perhaps the disciples of Xiyue Peak like to see Luoxia Peak, right?"
The two looked at each other and smiled. Although they were smiling, Liu Yuehong knew that the distance between the two was getting farther and farther. People from the two worlds never met again after they met.
The cold wind stirred up the snow all over the ground. Liu Yuehong took a step forward without saying anything, and her body was directly submerged by the clouds and mist.
"With the wind, the vast starry sky is where the wind should go, so where should you go? The Sword God Sect is not suitable for you, it really is not suitable for you!" Liu Yuehong's voice floated out from the clouds.
Looking at the figure gradually disappearing, Ye Shaohan's heart trembled, and an inexplicable emotion spread in his heart.
That figure was still familiar, but Ye Shaohan felt inexplicably strange.
With a slight sigh, Ye Shaohan didn't say anything and continued to turn his head to look at the rolling clouds.
Bang! The sound of footsteps sounded again. This time, Ye Shaohan still did not turn around. Instead, he said: "Yue Wuxie, since you are here, why are you standing behind?"
Before he finished speaking, a tall figure emerged from the wind and snow.
With a pale face and long hair hanging on her shoulders, Yue Wuxie smiled casually, walked forward and stood behind Ye Shaohan.
"You don't get cold at high places!" Yue Wuxie said in vain. Seeing Ye Shaohan's doubtful eyes, Yue Wuxie smiled faintly and said, "Have you noticed any changes?"
"Change?" Ye Shaohan frowned slightly and said, "What change?"
"The change in Yue Jingxian, the way he looks at you is different!" Yue Wuxie chuckled.
Hearing this, Ye Shaohan did not say anything, but continued to look at the clouds, because he knew that Yue Wuxie had something to say to him.
"Do you know? I should call Yue Jingxian my father!" Yue Wuxie said with a carefree smile, but at this moment, her smile was so lonely!
"I should call him father," Yue Wuxie said calmly, as if she was talking about something that had nothing to do with her.
Hearing this, Ye Shaohan looked stunned and didn't say anything.
Seeing Ye Shaohan's face, Yue Wuxie smiled faintly and said, "You're not surprised at all!" At the same time, Ye Shaohan casually pinched the snowflakes in his palms, looked at the snowflakes thoughtfully, and said with a chuckle: "Somewhat
You won’t be surprised if you know this, right?”
With a casual smile, Yue Wuxie continued: "I remember when I was sensible, I followed my mother to have a nose. At that time, the children next to me all had fathers, which made me envious. However, whenever I asked my mother about
When he was around, my mother would always wash her face with tears, and I began to hate this man at that time. Later, when my mother passed away, she told me this fact!"
"A man who abandons his wife for the sect! Haha!" Yue Wuxie's smile was a little bleak.