The brief exchange made Ye Shaohan's face look serious. After this battle, Luoxia Peak actually had more than twenty Spirit Emperor realm warriors, and hundreds of Spirit Master realm warriors died. This was undoubtedly a blow to Luoxia Peak.
.
Nowadays, the vitality of Luoxia Peak is severely damaged, which further confirms that Luoxia Peak is the weakest among the five peaks of Sword God.
With a slight sigh, Ye Shaohan bid farewell to Ziqi and Boya. They put their hands on their backs and walked on the mountain road like ordinary people.
The beating of the wind was no longer as cheerful as before. Standing on the rocks, Ye Shaohan looked at the sword path below and the four magnificent stone statues.
After this bloody battle, the disciples of Luoxia Peak seemed to have grown a lot, and those lazy disciples in the past were also practicing crazily.
The stone statues of the moon gods of the past have stood on the sword for tens of thousands of years. How many times has the stone statue seen such a tragic battle? Facing the stone tablet in the dense forest below, Ye Shaohan couldn't help but feel a little respect in his heart.
"I'm gradually falling in love with this place!" Ye Shaohan murmured softly.
The cold wind blew, blowing off the snow hanging on the branches, and the snow fell like rain.
Turning around, Ye Shaohan's breath blended with the surrounding snow scene, indistinguishable from each other.
With the Xuanbing Jue running in his body, Ye Shaohan walked to the courtyard where he used to be. Looking at the spotless courtyard, Ye Shaohan couldn't help but have a trace of reminiscence in his eyes: "How long has it been since you came here?"
Turning around, Ye Shaohan continued walking toward the surrounding buildings, and finally came to a courtyard.
The snow dyed the courtyard white, and also dyed the stone tablet in front of the courtyard white. However, the snowflakes could not cover the large characters on the stone tablet: You can regret it!
Raising his right hand slightly, Ye Shaohan's slender fingertips crossed over the writing, and a wave of sword intent swept over him. Feeling the sense of inspection, Ye Shaohan sighed slightly, this was Huang Shaoping's sword intent.
Huang Shaoping's plain voice seemed to be still floating in Ye Shaohan's ears: "If one day you indulge in killing, I will use my sword to pull you back!"
"I haven't indulged in killing yet, but you are not here!" Ye Shaohan murmured softly, feeling the heartache in this sword intention have become firmer, Ye Shaohan gradually understood Huang Shaoping's sword intention.
"You can feel free to leave Luoxia Peak to me!" Ye Shaohan sighed slightly: "Do you regret it?"
After closing the wooden door of the courtyard, Ye Shaohan continued to walk forward and reached the cliff where he used to practice swordsmanship. He looked up and saw Xiyue Peak opposite.
The cold wind blew the snowflakes all over the sky. The Xiyue Peak opposite was completely shrouded in the snowflakes, and it looked a bit hazy. The figure dancing the sword in the past was no longer there.
Before walking into the cliff, Ye Shaohan heard several sharp blasts of wind.
A thin figure appeared in front of Ye Shaohan's eyes.
The ponytail nose flutters in the cold wind, and the thin figure is like the drifting snowflakes in the cold wind.
But at this moment, Ye Shaohan's eyes fell on this thin figure and never moved away.
The weak sound of breaking wind sounded from time to time, and an ordinary iron sword cut through the air, making a crisp sword whistling sound, one sword after another, and although the speed of the sword was not fast, it was extremely slow.
Standing where he was, Ye Shaohan did not move forward, but quietly looked at the thin figure of the little girl with a ponytail.
One sword after another, and after hundreds of sword strikes, the little girl stopped dancing and lay tiredly on the ground, panting. The white breath she exhaled turned into ice crystals and scattered in just a few breaths.
It was freezing cold. Although he could not see the little girl's appearance clearly, Ye Shaohan saw that the girl's purple wrists were not only because of the cold weather, but also because of practicing too many times.
After a short rest, the girl stood up, held the long sword, and started dancing with the sword again, as if she was tireless.
The snow fell heavier and heavier, and gradually, the falling snowflakes drowned the girl's figure.
With Ye Shaohan's strength, he could tell at just a glance that this girl's cultivation was extremely weak and she had not even awakened her bloodline.
Standing quietly on the spot, Ye Shaohan remained motionless, quietly watching the girl dance her sword, stopping and stopping, and the snowflakes dyed Ye Shaohan's long ink-like hair white.
The hazy sky swallowed up the floating white snow, and the afterglow of the evening moon rarely fell through the clouds, falling on Ye Shaohan and the girl.
The afterglow of the evening moon stretched the shadows of the two of them very long. The girl never turned around and kept practicing a set of basic sword skills. Although the sword skills were full of loopholes in Ye Shaohan's eyes, there were even some details.
All danced wrong.
The clumsy figure, the girl dancing the sword, the boy watching, the setting moon, and the drifting snowflakes, all of them look so peaceful.
The afterglow of the evening moon dyed the clouds in the sky red. The afterglow fell on the snowflakes, and the snowflakes also lost their original coldness.
Looking at this scene, Ye Shaohan always had a faint smile on his lips.
At some point, the girl dancing the sword suddenly stopped.
Turning around, he saw a rather delicate face, which still had its childish look.
However, there is a hint of innocence in the childishness that does not belong to a child. This is just a child in his teens.
Looking at the clouds in the sky, a smile appeared on his pale face, and An Jing sighed slightly: "Another day!"
Jingjing was just an ordinary girl. In the past, she was no different from ordinary girls. At home, she was loved by her parents and often cared for by her senior brothers. However, everything began to change.
During the Battle of the Sword God, her parents died in the battle, which was undoubtedly a natural disaster for her.
For a ten-year-old child, losing his parents overnight is like the world being destroyed. Perhaps because of this, the childish Anjing grew up overnight.
Dragging the long sword, this long sword is so heavy and heavy for a little girl.
Before he had taken a few steps, a look of surprise appeared on An Jing's face!
Surprise appeared in his clear eyes.
Time seemed to have stopped, the space was frozen, and the floating snowflakes were strangely still in mid-air.
Jing Jing looked at the beautiful figure in front of her in disbelief. It gave her an extremely familiar feeling.
Feeling Ye Shaohan's gaze, a trace of blush appeared on Jing Jing's face. Holding the sword, she walked up to Ye Shaohan and said respectfully: "I have met the Peak Master!"
Ye Shaohan's eyes still fell on Jing Jing's purple wrist, with a trace of regret flashing in his eyes.
He raised his right hand slightly, and his spiritual energy danced on Ye Shaohan's fingertips.
Ye Shaohan smiled faintly and didn't say anything. His spiritual energy floated out like the floating snowflakes, and finally landed on An Jing's right wrist.
A warm feeling swept over him, Jing Jing felt refreshed, and his originally purple wrist gradually improved.
The heat flowed through Jing Jing's body, and the places where Jing Jing felt uncomfortable in the past suddenly disappeared.
An intoxicated expression appeared on Jing Jing's face, but when he thought of the Peak Master in front of him, Jing Jing's face turned red again and he lightly stuck out his tongue.
"What's your name!" Seeing Jing Jing's shy expression, Ye Shaohan said with a gentle smile.
"My name is Jingjing!" Jingjing said with a blushing face: "Mother and the others call me Jingjing!"
Mentioning her mother, a look of sadness appeared on An Jing's face, and the innocence in her eyes was replaced by deep sadness.
This sadness is like the ocean, this sadness that does not belong to a child.
Raising his head, Ye Shaohan looked at the sky and murmured softly: "Where is your mother?" Hearing this, Jing Jing was startled. He also raised his head, looked at the setting sun, and said with a choked voice: "They have gone far away.
place!”
After saying that, Jing Jing pointed to the blue sky above her head.
During this battle of the Sword Gods, Ye Shaohan knew that Luoxia Peak had lost hundreds of disciples. Not only that, hundreds of children had also lost their parents.
With a slight sigh, Ye Shaohan patted Quiet's little head with his right hand and said with a gentle smile: "Do you like swords?"
Ye Shaohan's gentle smile seemed to dispel the sadness in Anjing's eyes. When Ye Shaohan patted Anjing's face, Anjing's face suddenly turned red with shame, and he said shyly: "I don't like it!" Hearing this, Ye Shaohan was startled. He originally thought that Anjing was so diligent in practicing swordsmanship.
Because I like swords.
"That day, there were pools of blood all over the ground, and there were a lot of sword lights. My father and mother just disappeared in the sword lights and never came back!"
Jing Jing clenched her fists and said firmly: "Jing Jing doesn't want to see more and more people disappear in the sword light, so Jing Jing wants to practice swordsmanship!" After saying that, Jing Jing seemed to remember something, and suddenly made a sound and moved forward.
I ran away, but my small figure looked so thin in the cold wind.
Turning around, Ye Shaohan calmly looked at this thin figure in the wind, with his ponytail blowing in the wind.
The ponytail fluttering in the cold wind swept the snowflakes around. Anjing suddenly turned around, smiled sheepishly at Ye Shaohan and said, "Peak Master, I'm going back to help grandpa cook!" After saying that, Anjing lightly stuck out his tongue.
, tying the heavy long sword behind his back, Ye Shaohan didn't know how his small body could carry the heavy stone sword on his back.
Hearing this, Ye Shaohan still smiled gently and said, "Yeah! Be careful, don't fall!"
Hearing this, Jing Jing also smiled and ran a few steps, stopped again, turned around and asked Ye Shaohan: "Peak Master, do you like swords?"
After saying that, Anjing disappeared into the wind and snow before Ye Shaohan could reply, gradually going further and further away.
"Do I like swords?" Ye Shaohan murmured softly, as if Jing Jing's clear voice was still surrounding his ears.
Taking a few steps forward, Ye Shaohan stood on the cliff, with the rolling clouds and mist beneath his feet. The afterglow projected from his feet not only dyed the clouds red, but also dyed the clouds and mist under his feet red.
As the moon sets in the west, Ye Shaohan's figure looks a bit lonely.
"I didn't like it before, but now I like the feeling of holding a sword, old man, right?" Ye Shaohan turned his face slightly and said to the long sword behind him.
Ding! The Qilin Sword shook slightly and made a crisp sword roar, as if it was extremely cheerful.
Holding the Qilin Sword, Ye Shaohan casually swung the sword forward several times. The sharp sound of breaking wind sounded, and the force shattered the surrounding snowflakes, and the snowflakes rushed towards all directions.