"For Mo Che's sake, we won't continue to pursue the sword god's jade that was handed over to the sword tower!" Nian Lun Samsara sighed slightly.
Hearing this, Ye Shaohan looked startled, then shook his head slightly and slashed out with his sword, breaking the aura formed by the momentum of several people.
"Oh! Do it!"
"Do it!" Nian Samsara shouted loudly, and several rays of sword light flashed across the sky and shot straight towards Ye Shaohan.
A sword broke through the aura, and the way forward was blocked. Ye Shaohan could only retreat.
However, just after taking a few steps back, Ye Shaohan suddenly stopped, and the figure of his Star Peak Master also emerged.
Seven Lingzong realm warriors stood in the sky, standing in different directions, completely locking Ye Shaohan's figure tightly.
Terrifying pressure filled the air. Under these seven powerful pressures, everyone did not dare to take a breath.
"Seven Lingzong realm warriors!" Everyone secretly smacked their tongues. Under this overwhelming siege, would Ye Shaohan have a chance to escape?
Space ripples surged up and hit the surrounding space.
Under this terrifying pressure, Ye Shaohan staggered back a few steps, a trace of blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.
In front of the pressure of seven Lingzong realm warriors, Ye Shaohan seemed extremely reluctant to even draw his sword.
In the void, Fire Qilin also felt this heart-stopping pressure, and aware of Ye Shaohan's predicament, Fire Qilin did not delay any longer, and the fire sword in his hand turned into a sky-filled Suzaku fire.
"There are actually so many Lingzong realm warriors!" Huo Qilin murmured softly.
The fire of the Suzaku turned into a fire sword, spinning at high speed in front of the Fire Qilin's chest. As the Fire Qilin drank, the long sword shot out.
"Hundred Steps Flying Sword!" Fire Qilin's shout resounded. He followed closely behind the long sword, held the long sword in vain, and dropped the sword.
The poison was spreading in the body, and the old man was extremely reluctant to deal with the fire unicorn, let alone the fire unicorn's full blow.
The fire of Suzaku flowed down, the fire sword collided with the sword, and the old man's figure retreated in an extremely embarrassed manner. Under the attack of the fire unicorn, the old man had no room for counterattack.
Seeing this, the expressions of the Star Peak Masters changed slightly and they all stepped out with their swords in hand, took a few steps across, and jumped down beside the old man.
After losing the pressure of the three Lingzong realm warriors, Ye Shaohan breathed a sigh of relief, raised his head and looked solemnly at the figures in the void.
After the three Lingzong realm warriors joined, Huo Qilin's offensive was no longer as fierce as before, but it was still able to remain undefeated.
Even so, facing the siege of the four people who read Samsara, Ye Shaohan still felt troublesome.
Whoosh! A sword energy emerged in vain in the void. Immediately, thousands of swords roared together, and the sword energy like a tide drowned Ye Shaohan's figure in an instant.
Ye Shaohan's body shook and he immediately stepped back, trying to avoid these strokes.
Ye Shaohan did not expect that the offensive of Nian Samsara and the others would be so secretive that it would be hard to guard against it.
The sword shadow swept out like a tide, and Ye Shaohan dodged awkwardly. More and more sword marks appeared on Ye Shaohan's body.
The offensive formed by the four Lingzong realm warriors was extremely terrifying. With such a huge difference in cultivation, Ye Shaohan had no time to fight back.
Blood was spilled in the sky, and everyone quietly looked at the scene in the void.
There was a sharp contrast between Ye Shaohan's strength before and now. Both Boya and Ziqi sighed slightly.
The Xuanbing spiritual energy and the Suzaku spiritual energy were flowing in Ye Shaohan's body at the same time, and the Suzaku fire and cold energy were flowing in Ye Shaohan's fingertips at the same time.
Hiss! The two met and made a burst of explosions, and several sword lights suddenly emerged from the tip of the Qilin Sword.
The electric snake spread out, and the two spiritual energies were still spinning. With this terrifying blow, Ye Shaohan finally broke through the tide of spiritual energy, but this was just the beginning.
Four powerful sword intent burst out, and Ye Shaohan didn't even have time to react. Four streams of soul-like substance rushed over.
A feeling of dizziness swept over him, and Ye Shaohan swayed slightly for a few times. He took a few steps back, ignoring the sword energy behind him.
Whoosh! The sword energy cut through the blood-stained robe on the back, and blood spilled into the sky.
The feeling of dizziness lingered, and cold sweat mixed with blood dripped down Ye Shaohan's cheeks. If it weren't for Ye Shaohan's strong soul power, just this sword-intention soul attack would have been enough to kill Ye Shaohan.
Seeing that Ye Shaohan was able to withstand the attack of the soul-transformed sword intention, Nian Samsara and others were quite surprised. However, the next attack of the few people was even more fierce.
When facing these four people, Ye Shaohan felt a long-lost despair.
No matter how much he resisted, he could not get rid of the four people's offensive at all. No matter how much he used the Transforming Wind Technique, Ye Shaohan could not avoid this unpreventable sword energy.
In the void, Ye Shaohan's whole body was completely dyed red with blood, and his long hair was also dyed blood red.
Sensing Ye Shaohan's increasingly weaker aura, the corners of Wuhen's mouth turned upward.
"Ye Shaohan, with the strength of your Ye family, I want to see who else will save you today." At this moment, Wuhen lost his previous embarrassment and looked high-spirited.
"Are you so sure?" A voice full of laughter echoed in vain.
No one would laugh on such an occasion. Everyone raised their heads and looked around.
Wuhen's face darkened slightly, he did not expect that there would be people who were not afraid of death.
"Nian Samsara, as the seniors, don't you feel ashamed to join forces to deal with the juniors?" The voice sounded again, and at the same time, the sword energy that filled the sky also dissipated strangely.
Hearing this, the expressions of Nian Samsara and others changed. As long-famous Lingzong realm warriors, they united with others to deal with the younger generation.
After the sword energy dissipated, Ye Shaohan breathed a sigh of relief, dragged his tired body back a few steps, and at the same time, raised his head and looked towards the sky.
In the void, a cloud floated from the originally cloudless void. It was said to be a cloud, but it was better to say it was a sword cloud.
Holding the sword, Wuhen took a few steps and shouted coldly: "Now that we are here, why bother hiding?"
Before he finished speaking, Wuhen swung his sword out, and his fierce sword energy directly broke through the sword cloud. The sword cloud turned into sword energy and dispersed, and a fat figure emerged from behind the sword cloud.
Although he was extremely familiar with the voice from before, when Ye Shaohan saw this figure, there was still a look of astonishment on his face, Fatty?
A crisp sword chant resounded, and a fat figure stepped out and raised his head, it was Xiao Ziyun, and the sword that made the sword chant was the Proud World Sword.
Above the Nine Heavens, proud of the Nine Heavens!
Xiao Ziyun's eyes were slightly lowered, looking down at the land below, with a hint of reminiscence in his eyes.
For some reason, when Ye Shaohan saw Xiao Ziyun again, he felt a little strange, an aura that did not belong to Fatty Xiao.
There was a hint of vicissitudes in his dark eyes. Xiao Ziyun raised his head, raised his right foot slightly, and took a step forward. As if he had traveled through space, he flew directly in front of Ye Shaohan.
Sensing Ye Shaohan's shocking sword mark, Xiao Ziyun raised his sword eyebrows slightly and said solemnly: "I didn't expect that you would be so embarrassed!"
The strange feeling from before disappeared, Ye Shaohan smiled slightly and looked at Fatty Xiao with a deep look. At this moment, Fatty Xiao gave Ye Shaohan an unfathomable feeling.
Especially the spiritual energy flowing in Fatty Xiao's body was clearly at the fake Spiritual Sect level.
In just a few months, Fatty Xiao broke through to the Spirit Emperor Realm and went straight after the Spirit Sect. All of this completely broke Ye Shaohan's cognition.
"I remember when I held this sword, I swore that one day, I would make him proud of the Nine Heavens, and today I will make him proud of the Nine Heavens!" Xiao Ziyun held the Proud World Sword and pointed at it, thinking about reincarnation.
Several people said: "Leave those people to me!"
How many people will be left to me? Everyone was in an uproar. This fat man is too arrogant.
"Tsk, tsk, another one is here to die!" Wuhen said indifferently, realizing that Xiao Ziyun was only a fake Lingzong realm practitioner.
Taking a step forward, Fatty Xiao protected Ye Shaohan's figure behind him. His eyes looked sharply at Wuhen and the disciples of the Sword God Sect below, with a trace of inexplicable sadness in his eyes.
This is the Sword God Sect tens of thousands of years later? Is this still the same sect as before?
Fatty Xiao sighed slightly, turned his back to Ye Shaohan and said: "Leave this place to me, you leave earlier!"
Standing behind Xiao Fatty, Ye Shaohan remained silent and looked at Xiao Ziyun quietly. This former fat man has now shed his childishness and become a strong man who can stand alone.
"It's a bit reluctant to deal with four people with your cultivation level!" Although he was shocked by Xiao Ziyun's cultivation level, Ye Shaohan still sighed slightly.
Hearing this, Xiao Ziyun also smiled, looked at the sword in his hand softly, and murmured: "Believe me, leave these four people to me!"
Just a plain sentence was enough to reveal Xiao Ziyun's confidence. At this moment, the third-generation Moon God Pendant inside the Qilin actually shook slightly!
Leave these four people to me
Holding the sword, Xiao Ziyun looked at the four people who read Samsara with a calm expression, and there was a hint of chill in his eyes.
Hearing this, Ye Shaohan nodded meaningfully, said nothing, and took a few steps back.
Seeing this, Xiao Ziyun did not raise a smile at the corner of his mouth, turned around, and looked at the direction of Luoxia Peak with deep meaning.
"I never thought that after so many years, I would come here in such a posture!" Xiao Ziyun murmured softly, holding the sword and stepping out, and the crisp sound of his sword resounded.
The sword roar resounded throughout the world and soared into the sky, unstoppable.
Xiao Ziyun's whole body turned into a rainbow and rushed towards the four Nian Samsara people. In the eyes of everyone, Xiao Ziyun was undoubtedly a moth flying into the flame.
After thinking about the reincarnation, one of the guardians of the Royal Academy stepped out, with a gloomy expression on his face, and shouted: "Xiao Ziyun, this matter is related to the survival of the Royal Academy, so don't back down!"
Several people in Nian Samsara had also heard about Xiao Ziyun, a useless member of the Xiao family, but they did not expect that Xiao Ziyun's cultivation would be so terrifying.