The corner of his mouth raised slightly, Wuhen breathed a sigh of relief, the two masters finally showed their true feelings.
Previously, it was beyond Wuhen's expectation that Ye Shaohan could persist for so long, but this only deepened Wuhen's determination to get rid of Ye Shaohan.
"Do you know the difference?" Huo Qilin's voice echoed in Ye Shaohan's mind in vain.
"Since I know the gap, then I will do this sword!" Fire Qilin said solemnly, and the dim Qilin was shocked in vain.
An extremely clear picture emerged in Ye Shaohan's mind. This picture was the scene when Fire Qilin used its Qilin Finger.
"Concubine, you haven't reached the Lingzong realm yet, but with that terrifying energy, you have the strength to use this finger!"
Under the control of Fire Qilin, Ye Shaohan suddenly raised his left hand and pointed it as a sword. Its terrifying Suzaku fire surged out like a tide and wrapped around Ye Shaohan's arm.
The fire of Suzaku changes erratically, and a shadow of a fire unicorn emerges.
Eyes narrowed, Ye Shaohan looked at the scene in front of him. The picture in his mind became clearer and clearer. At this moment, he found that his body was completely controlled by the Fire Qilin.
"Remember this feeling, the feeling of Qilin's fingers!" Fire Qilin said solemnly. At the same time, the purple Suzaku fire gradually condensed, and the terrifying high temperature seemed to distort the surrounding space.
Two sky-reaching sword pillars swept over, and everyone looked at the thin figure in surprise.
Could it be that he just wanted to break the sword pillar with that finger?
"You don't overestimate your own capabilities!" Wuhen said disdainfully with the corner of his mouth raised slightly.
However, in the next moment, Wuhen could no longer laugh. Under the gaze of countless eyes, the two sword pillars that reached the sky suddenly shattered.
The Suzaku flame turned into a huge sword and slashed down, and a Qilin's roar resounded, deafening.
Wherever the giant sword passed through, the space rippled.
Their expressions changed slightly, and the two old men jumped forward calmly, barely resisting the sword.
A look of surprise emerged, and both of them looked at Ye Shaohan in surprise. How could his power become so terrifying after just counting his breaths?
"The strength of these two boys is quite good!" Huo Qilin said slightly weakly: "Boy, keep counting your breaths first, I will activate the secret method first!"
Before he finished speaking, Ye Shaohan regained his body's consciousness again, and was greeted by the crazy offensive of the two old men.
Picking up his sword, Ye Shaohan once again fell into the siege of the two men, and the situation was completely one-sided.
Seeing this, Wuhen groaned, stood up, jumped a few steps, and shot a long sword towards Ye Shaohan's figure.
On such an occasion, Wuhen unexpectedly made a sneak attack. Wuhen's sneak attack immediately aroused exclamations from the audience. They were obviously shocked that Wuhen did not care about his identity and made a sneak attack. At this moment, the disciples of Luoxia Peak couldn't help but sweat for Ye Shaohan!
Originally, it seemed that Ye Shaohan could be engulfed by the sword energy at any time under the attack of the two old men.
At this moment, he had no time to pay attention to Wuhen who was attacking behind him. Seeing this, Wuhen couldn't help but have a proud smile on his lips. His former enemy would fall today.
However, at this moment, Yue Jingxian, who was on the high platform, cast her gaze on the horizon in confusion. A stream of light pierced the sky and appeared on the high platform above in the blink of an eye.
Then he disappeared without a trace, a sound of surprise came, a dazzling white light flashed between the sky and the earth, the Wuhen figure couldn't help but retreated, and a thin figure slowly appeared, the dim sunlight fell on the dull face,
The four-foot-long sword, as cold as snow, was held in his hand silently, and the surroundings of the thin figure were filled with cold air.
Under the sun, her long snow-like hair was blowing in the wind.
Like the snowflake, this figure took a step forward, waved the long sword, and the extremely cold sword energy came out of the sword. The temperature in the air dropped several degrees, and a mysterious aura filled the sword energy.
It fell from the air towards the two old men.
The sudden sword energy caused the two old men to pause, and a gap suddenly appeared in the middle of the storm-like attack.
Ye Shaohan's expression changed, and he immediately seized the rare opening, transformed into a gust of breeze, avoided the side very skillfully, and jumped out of the circle surrounded by the two of them.
Seeing that Ye Shaohan was about to fall, he was interrupted by a sudden figure. Wuhen's face darkened and he shouted: "Who are you?,!.
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The calm tone was enough to reveal Wuhen's inner anger.
His clothes are as white as snow, his hair is as white as snow, and it seems that even the four-foot-long sword is as cold as the snowflakes.
Just this figure, but no one would ignore it.
In the cold wind, the white hair was blowing in the wind, and everyone actually felt a sad feeling on this thin figure.
That kind of sadness that can't be resolved or driven away! What kind of sadness is this? Why did I feel like this when I saw that figure.
"I haven't seen you in such a miserable state for a long time!" A plain voice resounded in the void, and the figure raised its head, revealing a dull face.
The most surprising thing is that look, what kind of look it is, so hollow and lifeless.
The empty eyes, when everyone's eyes touched those eyes, they still felt sad.
The voice drifted over, and Ye Shaohan was startled when he heard the familiar voice in Zaidao. Then, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"Indeed, I haven't been so embarrassed in a long time. I don't even have the strength to resist. This is quite sad!" Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Ye Shaohan raised his head and looked at the figure in front of him.
"That's true, it's not your style!" the figure said calmly.
The powerful momentum of the two old men swept over them, but this figure didn't care at all. Just this magnanimity made people secretly admire them.
"I haven't seen you for a long time, but you talk more. This is not like your style!" Ye Shaohan said with a chuckle while holding the sword.
"People always change a little, don't they?" Turning around, Zhang Ming looked at Ye Shaohan, who looked a little pale.
"Why are you here?" Ye Shaohan took a step forward and stood side by side with Zhang Ming.
Holding the sword, Zhang Ming raised his head, looked at the two old men and said calmly: "Because you are here, I am here!"
Hearing this, Ye Shaohan was stunned, and immediately knew that it was not the time to ask further questions. He smiled, pointed his sword at the two old men, and said: "Today's battle is a bit tricky!" "Old rules, I'll deal with the one on the right, while the others will.
Leave it to you!" Holding the sword, Zhang Ming burst out with a fierce momentum.
"Tsk tsk, boy, you were surpassed by him again. This boy actually broke through the Lingzong realm in just a few months! He has the strongest artistic conception of Weiqing's artistic conception and the cultivation of the Lingzong realm, tsk tsk!" There was a wave of fluctuations.
, Fire Qilin's voice resounded in Ye Shaohan's mind. Hearing this, Ye Shaohan also looked at Ye Shaohan solemnly. At this moment, the feeling Zhang Ming gave Ye Shaohan was that unfathomable feeling.
Especially the aura flowing around Zhang Ming's body, a mysterious wave spread across Zhang Ming's body.
The Lingzong realm warriors present all looked at Zhang Ming with a little fear, it was scary!
"Who are you? Are you Ye Shaohan's accomplice?" Wuhen said coldly as he came out with a sword.
Every word and action revealed the power that a leader of a sect should have, but to Zhang Ming, this power was like air.
Seeing that the other party seemed to be ignoring him, Wuhen looked indifferently and shouted at the two old men in the group: "Senior, it's getting late now and it's time to end it!"
Hearing this, the two old men sighed, and surrounded Ye Shaohan and Zhang Ming again. The swords in their hands breathed out extremely cold sword energy, and they slowly and expressionlessly approached Ye Shaohan in the air, shortening the left and right.
The distance between Ye Shaohan.
With a cold look in his eyes, Ye Shaohan's whole body burst out with momentum again. At this moment, Ye Shaohan was running crazily regardless of whether his body could withstand this violent energy.
Energy surged through Ye Shaohan's body, and a heartbreaking feeling swept over him, but Ye Shaohan's eyes always fell on the old man on the left.
As for the right side, Ye Shaohan didn't consider it because there was Zhang Ming on the right.
His empty gaze always fell on the old man who was approaching. Zhang Ming's whole body was completely devoid of breath, as if he had blended into the world.
Seeing this, the old man was slightly startled, and a rare trace of solemnity appeared on his face.
"Fengying, you have to be careful, that kid is not simple!" The old man coming from the left suddenly said.
Feng Ying is also the old man in front of Zhang Ming. As the oldest practitioner in the Sword God Sect, he can naturally feel the strength of this kid in front of him.
"With your strength, you don't need to take a trip into this muddy water!" Feng Ying opened his eyes and said.
However, Zhang Ming, who was opposite him, ignored him and kept staring at Feng Ying with his empty eyes.
"What kind of look is that? Why do I feel sad!" Feng Ying secretly thought, holding the sword and coming out. Seeing Ye Shaohan's side was fighting fiercely again, Feng Ying no longer hesitated and took action immediately.
Whoosh! However, before the Wind Shadow Sword was released, a streak of white light came out.
The speed of the sword light is extremely fast, pulling in the power of heaven and earth, forcing it to come.
Immediately behind was Zhang Ming's figure. This sword was too fast, no less than Ye Shaohan's sword rain!
The action of drawing the sword was done in one go. In countless days and nights, Zhang Ming did not know how many times he drew the sword. Because of this, drawing the sword seemed to have become the instinct of Zhang Ming's body.
"What a fast sword!" Feng Ying took a few steps, as if his figure traveled through space, leaving several afterimages wherever he passed, hoping to avoid Zhang Ming's sword.
In the void, snowflakes were floating. Through the friction of the air, the snowflakes turned into drizzle, and a drop of water fell lightly on the tip of Zhang Ming's sword.
Ding! A crisp, ding-dong sound resounded, but it was this ding-dong sound that made people feel sad.
The sadness of losing the one you love, the loneliness, the loneliness, cannot be resolved or driven away.
A wave of waves spread along the tip of the sword and swept the entire place.