First there was a sound of sword chants, and then the entire hall was filled with sword chants, and the entire Sword God Peak seemed to have become a sea of sword chants.
Bang bang! Ye Shaohan was forced back by the old man with a sword blow. He retreated dozens of steps and looked at this scene in surprise.
Whoosh! Hundreds of rays of sword light shot out from below and emerged in mid-air. They were hundreds of swords. At the same time, hundreds of exclamations sounded from below.
These swords all broke away from their masters' hands and floated uncontrollably.
Even Ye Shaohan felt as if the sword in his hand was about to break free.
Zhang Ming's sword still continued, but at this moment, a sword came out, followed by hundreds of sword lights, and the terrifying power of heaven and earth spread.
With the pressure coming, Feng Ying restrained his inner contempt. The boy in front of him was only at the first level of Lingzong, but his strength was unpredictable.
"Are you competing for strength?" The sword intent erupted, and the wind shadow swept out a few steps, and the sword shadows scattered all over the sky, like the Milky Way coming from the nine heavens, in an endless stream, pressing forward step by step.
Bang bang! The sound of explosions resounded non-stop. Zhang Ming and Feng Ying were moving faster and faster. The most frightening thing was the cracks in the space that spread out.
The swords in the air broke apart under Feng Ying's relentless offensive, and for a moment, they fell downwards. Looking up, it was Zhang Ming who fell below.
However, Zhang Ming's expression remained as dull as ever, unchanged.
"The Sword God Sect is by no means a place where anyone can come and leave whenever they want, but here they are, so let's stay today!" Feng Ying shouted coldly, and the sword pillar that reached the sky swept out.
The sharp sword pillars shattered the swords one by one and shot directly at Zhang Ming.
"I really only know how to use one sword!" Facing this sword pillar, Zhang Ming still used such a simple sword.
Ding! Rain dripped on the tip of the sword again, and a sad emotion spread. What kind of sadness is this? This sadness makes the world feel sad.
In an instant, the drizzle in the sky turned into an indestructible sword.
The drizzle passed through the sword pillar and the sword pillar shattered. At the same time, the drizzle dripping on Feng Ying's body also left eye-catching sword marks on Feng Ying's body.
Boom! Feng Ying's figure stepped back several steps in a row, his martial robe was shattered, eye-catching sword marks emerged, and the blood was scattered on the sky.
Looking at this scene, the disciples of the Sword God Sect were stunned at the same time. The Supreme Elder was actually injured?
In their hearts, the most powerful elder was actually injured by the white-haired young man in front of them. This scene was unbelievable, but the scene before them told everyone that this was true.
Another old man looked at this scene in astonishment, as did Ye Shaohan.
With his eyes slightly lowered, Feng Ying looked at the dense sword marks on his body. He raised his head and looked at the drizzle in the sky, with a trace of solemnity appearing in his eyes.
Recalling the previous sadness, Feng Ying's heart suddenly sank. He was able to use the artistic conception to such a clever degree and integrate the sword's intention into the rain.
Wait? With that sad feeling, Feng Ying suddenly raised his head, looked at Zhang Ming, and said in disbelief: "It's actually Weiqing!" Weiqing! As soon as these words came out, all the Lingzong realm warriors in the audience showed their emotions.
A hint of astonishment.
However, Zhang Ming's sword did not stop because of this, and swept out again, and the drizzle in the sky once again enveloped the wind shadow.
Seeing this, Ye Shaohan breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the floating white figure, and murmured softly: "Brother Zhang is so powerful, how can I be like a sick cat!" Turning around, the sword in Ye Shaohan's hand suddenly shattered.
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The sword suddenly shattered into pieces and scattered in all directions.
Looking at this scene, everyone was in an uproar.
"It's beyond my expectation that an ordinary iron sword can hold up until now!" The old man raised his head and said lightly.
In the eyes of everyone, Ye Shaohan who lost his sword was like a tiger who lost his teeth.
Holding the sword with only the hilt, Ye Shaohan shook his head helplessly, raised his right hand slightly, and threw it forward casually.
The sword in his hand broke into pieces and shot out, like a long rainbow shooting towards the old man.
Seeing this, the old man casually moved his left hand forward, and his sword turned into nothingness. The old man took a few steps forward, and his sharp breath locked Ye Shaohan tightly.
"It's a pity. With your talent, if you are strong enough to reach the pinnacle of Lingzong in a few decades!" There was a hint of helplessness in the old man's tone. If the boy in front of him didn't have any ill intentions towards the Sword God Sect,
, then it is worth cultivating.
"Is Lingzong at its peak?" Ye Shaohan shook his head slightly but didn't say anything.
Glancing at Zhang Ming opposite, although Zhang Ming's strength cannot defeat Feng Ying, with the unique artistic conception of Weiqing, Zhang Ming will not be defeated in a short period of time.
"If a swordsman cannot even keep his sword, then he has lost the qualification to be a swordsman!" the old man said lightly.
Hearing this, Wuhen said: "Indeed, if a swordsman loses his sword, is he still a swordsman?" Looking up, Ye Shaohan glanced at Wuhen casually, shook his head helplessly and said: "He can be ignorant, so as a senior
Can you be so ignorant?"
Before he finished speaking, Ye Shaohan's figure rushed out, and a Qi Sword emerged from Ye Shaohan's hand.
Sword Qi Slash! The sword Qi shot out in a fan shape, and at the same time, Ye Shaohan's figure disappeared.
Hearing this, the old man frowned slightly and swung his sword several times at will to resolve the sword energy. However, at this moment, a figure appeared behind the old man.
Transforming Wind Technique! A sky-reaching tornado was produced in vain, and the sword energy tornado rotated around Ye Shaohan.
Ye Shaohan's speed was already incredibly fast, but with the addition of the tornado, his speed became even more terrifying, like a sword light that could reach him in the blink of an eye.
Finger of the God of Wind! A huge sword with strong wind fell from the sky.
Looking at Ling Luo's huge Gangfeng Sword and Ye Shaohan, the old man shook his head. This level of attack was far inferior to the long sword slashing downwards and upwards. The terrifying energy burst out with just one sword. That huge Gangfeng sword
The sword turned into nothingness.
"Is this the only level of offensive?" Wuhen said disdainfully, how could he escape from his master with just this level of offensive?
After displaying the Wind God Finger, Ye Shaohan's figure still ran towards the old man.
The speed became faster and faster, afterimages spread out, and for a while, dozens of figures emerged in the void.
Dozens of rays of light flashed across the sky and the earth. These rays of light were like sword light, disappearing as quickly as they came.
Bang bang! A dull sound suddenly sounded, and before anyone could react, a thin figure fell feebly toward the high platform below like a kite with its string broken.
For a moment, countless eyes were cast towards Ye Shaohan.
However, when everyone's eyes touched the old man, their eyes instantly became dull. A dagger had been inserted into the old man's right shoulder at some point.
Blood dripped down the old man's shoulder, and the dripping blood was actually mixed with a little black.
The master was actually injured? Wuhen and Yue Jingxian also looked stunned. Now Ye Shaohan can actually hurt the master!
The figure fell towards the high platform below, and a striking sword mark appeared on Ye Shaohan's chest. Looking at the figure above, a smile appeared at the corner of Ye Shaohan's mouth.
Although I took a beating, the price was still worth it.
Like a falling meteor, Ye Shaohan's body was getting closer and closer to the high platform. However, when Ye Shaohan's body was about to touch the high platform, he suddenly stopped, spun, kicked his feet in the air, and shot out.
The tornado turned into nothingness, and Ye Shaohan's body speed surged again. He actually spanned tens of meters in the blink of an eye and appeared directly in front of Wuhen.
A sharp blade glowing with cold light appeared and struck without any pause.
The dangerous aura rushed towards his face, and Wuhen's heart suddenly sank. He did not expect that Ye Shaohan could actually take action at this moment.
Moreover, the speed of this move was too fast.
Boom! Wuhen's figure jumped back directly, but just as he took a step back, a terrifying pressure locked Wuhen tightly.
Killing intent broke out, and the cold killing intent locked Wuhen, causing Wuhen's figure to stagnate.
Just this short breath was enough for Ye Shaohan, but when the sharp blade was about to touch Wuhen, two slender fingers emerged and clamped the sharp blade.
"Yue Jingxian!" Without any hesitation, Ye Shaohan jumped back directly.
The sharp blade in his hand also shattered instantly, turning into dense fragments and shooting toward Wuhen.
Ye Shaohan's sword energy was already contained in these fragments, and the fragments finally turned into a sword strangely, and fell towards Wuhen in the air.
Bang bang! Wuhen blocked it with his sword, but his body still took a few steps back.
Seeing that this sword attack only made Wuhen embarrassed, Ye Shaohan sighed slightly and stopped again.
Looking at this scene, everyone was confused, what on earth happened?
"You have been hiding your strength from beginning to end, which is interesting!"
Yue Jingxian, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said: "The sudden burst of body speed, at the cost of his own body, just to tie down the master, and finally suddenly took action against Hen'er!"
"It seems that your ultimate goal is the Moon God Pendant, and you are worthy of being the head of the Ye family!" Yue Jingxian said in rare admiration.
Raising his head, Ye Shaohan didn't say anything, but looked at Yue Jingxian fearfully.
Covering his injured shoulder, a numb feeling swept over him. The old man looked at the dagger inserted in his shoulder thoughtfully and said lightly: "Poisonous dagger, this is quite interesting!"
The blood had turned black, and the dripping blood actually corroded the gravel.
Hearing this, Wuhen stepped out, pointed his sword at Ye Shaohan, and said in a cold voice: "Ye Shaohan, you are actually applying poison with your dagger!"
The terrifying energy in his body became weaker and weaker, and Ye Shaohan knew that this energy would eventually be exhausted. Hearing this, Ye Shaohan did not pay attention to Wuhen, but looked at the Lou Zhe in the void.
"As a swordsman, don't you feel ashamed?" Wuhen continued to taunt.
Standing up, Ye Shaohan also covered the sword mark on his chest with one hand to stop the gushing blood, without saying anything.
"You have lost the qualifications to be a swordsman!" the old man said calmly, using all his spiritual energy to seal his shoulders to prevent the poison from spreading.