Chapter 633 Disturbance in the Imperial Capital Part 3
Chapter 633: Trouble in the Imperial Capital (3)
"Life and death are eternal!" The energy of black and white was flowing in Ye Shaohan's eyes. Ye Shaohan held the Qilin Sword, stabbed forward at will, raised the sword, and drew the sword!
Rain Sword Skill! After Ye Shaohan reached the Lingzong realm, the Rain Sword Skill became more and more terrifying in Ye Shaohan's hands, as if there was only this white light left in the world.
Situ Changtian only felt that everything around him seemed to be still. Although this time was only a moment, but after the moment, Ye Shaohan's face continued to enlarge in his eyes.
"This kid is going to kill me!" Feeling the killing intent contained in this sword, Situ Changtian was afraid.
There was only this bright sword light left in the world, and just this sword light touched the hearts of countless people.
"Does this kid want to kill Situ Changtian?" The moment the murderous intention broke out, everyone could not help but come up with this idea.
The bright sword light is filled with sword intent. This is a sword move belonging to the Lingzong realm warrior!
The energy of black and white is still flowing in Ye Shaohan's eyes. Although the eternity of life and death is only a moment, this moment is eternity to Situ Changtian.
An eternity in an instant! Situ Changtian's eyes widened in vain. Looking at the blazing sword light, he smelled a long-lost aura, which was the aura of death.
Ye Shaohan's sword can make the lonely people in the sky perform the ultimate sword performance. After this touching sword light disappeared, Situ Changtian also knew that everything was over.
Life and death are eternal! At this moment, Situ Changtian felt the stillness of time, the eternity of time, and the eternity of life and death.
The body's reaction could not keep up with the beating of his mind, and Situ Changtian could only watch helplessly as the sword light passed across his neck, and blood spurted out like a fountain.
And the moment the sword tip scratched his neck, Situ Changtian knew that everything was over.
After the horror, there was endless darkness. The darkness flooded Situ Changtian's perspective. In an instant, Situ Changtian lost consciousness.
Death is fair to everyone, no matter you are in a high position, no matter you are magnificent, in the end it will just turn into a dust of time.
In the eyes of countless pairs of astonished eyes, Situ Changtian's tall figure fell down, and the blood spurted out stained the white carpet on the floor red.
Fallen! The head of the Situ Family of the five great families fell like this, just in a blink of an eye, and the murderer who caused all this was sitting on the wind horse quite gracefully.
Ye Shaohan looked at the red-stained white blanket and the corpse with a calm expression. His expression did not change at all. Killing Situ Changtian was just a trivial matter for him.
"Situ Changtian has fallen!" Unbelievable thoughts came to everyone's mind.
"How is it possible that Situ Changtian fell without even using his sword!" General Hou looked at this scene in disbelief. He still remembered Ye Shaohan's embarrassing scene under Situ Changtian's sword a year ago.
The magical power of eternal life and death caused the pause of the Instant Rain Sword Skill, and the superb speed. All of this was within Ye Shaohan's expectations.
"Situ Changtian has fallen!" Dongfang Xiongqi and Nangong Feiyu were both shocked. Without any hesitation, they stepped on the stone slab with both feet and immediately turned into ashes.
At the same time, their bodies shot out like arrows and retreated into the crowd.
At the moment when Situ Changtian died, both Dongfang Xiongqi and Nangong Feiyu realized that perhaps death was really close to them.
At the same time, Situ Changtian's death immediately caused a commotion in the audience, and Situ Rou looked at Situ Changtian with a pale face and hollow eyes.
The killing sword does not distinguish between men and women, but only between friends and foes. Ye Shaohan looked at the two figures of Dongfang Xiongqi and said calmly: "Dongfang Xiongqi!"
The plain voice rang like thunder in Dongfang Xiongqi's ears. Dongfang Xiongqi stood up and trembled, and soon he saw a thin figure emerging in front of him.
"His speed?" When he saw that harmless face, Dongfang Xiongqi was finally afraid. How could this kid's speed be so terrifying?
The level 3 Wind Transformation Technique was fully activated, and Ye Shaohan's figure was like the wind, making no sound.
Holding the sword, without any hesitation, Dongfang Xiongqi stabbed out with his sword. Although he lost his right arm, the strength of his left arm remained. Dongfang Xiongqi's sword penetrated the space in front of him.
The cracks in the dark space spread out, and the sword intent was permeated. Dongfang rose without pause and showed no mercy. Each sword fell on the previous sword shadow.
The disciples of the Situ family who had not fled around were pulled directly by the crack in the space. In an instant, flesh and blood were flying on the long street.
There were more and more cracks in the space, until Ye Shaohan's figure was distorted. Seeing this, Dongfang Xiongqi breathed a sigh of relief.
However, when the spatial cracks converged into spatial turbulence, Ye Shaohan's figure suddenly disappeared.
"Damn it, it's actually an afterimage!" Dongfang Xiong looked shocked. He raised his left hand and turned his sword in vain. The sword missed, and there was no one else behind him.
"Life and death are eternal!" It was still a plain voice, but when it fell into Dongfang Xiongqi's ears, it was like a thunderbolt from the blue.
The Rain Sword Skill! It is still the Rain Sword Skill. There is only this bright sword light left in the sky and the earth. The sword light is like a rainbow, penetrating the heaven and earth, emerging in the void, and shooting directly at the rising head of the East.
At this moment, Dongfang Xiongqi finally experienced what Situ Changtian felt before. Without any hesitation, Dongfang Xiongqi forcibly mobilized his spiritual energy, and regardless of the pressure, resolutely thrust forward with a sword.
The two sword pillars met suddenly with the momentum of thousands of horses galloping. With Ye Shaohan's current cultivation level, how could it be that this sword was so easy to catch.
Bang bang! The sword light broke through the sword pillar, like a falling meteor, across Dongfang Xiong's neck. A head was thrown up, and its blood spurted out like a fountain.
Ye Shaohan's figure emerged from the void and stood in the air. Without any pause, Ye Shaohan's figure turned around, held the sword in his backhand, and thrust out the sword again. The sword light shot out, and Ye Shaohan turned into a phantom and chased Nangong Fei.
Feather away.
Sensing something strange behind him, Nangong Feiyu didn't hesitate, grabbed the sword and swung it back suddenly.
At this moment, Nangong Feiyu actually abandoned his sword and tried to stop Ye Shaohan, but all this seemed so powerless in Ye Shaohan's eyes.
When a warrior loses even the most basic will to fight, then the warrior's path ends. Ye Shaohan's pace changed unsteadily, he raised his sword and drew it out.
Between heaven and earth, the bright sword light was so dazzling, but after the sword light disappeared, there was just another corpse on the white carpet that was thousands of meters long.
Raising the sword and drawing out the sword, this series of actions was like flowing water. From killing Situ Changtian to Nangong Feiyu, Ye Shaohan did it in one breath. It only took a few breaths, but this few breaths decided the fate of the three great families.
Sheathing his sword, Ye Shaohan turned around and looked down at the completely stunned disciples of the Situ family with a dull expression.
The grass is cut without removing the root, but spring breeze blows and grows again! Thousands of sword shadows emerged from behind Ye Shaohan, and their sword shadows rotated and made a hissing sound.
"I can only blame you for having the blood of the Situ family flowing in your body!" Ye Shaohan murmured softly. He swung his sword and thousands of sword shadows shot out. Under Ye Shaohan's powerful soul power, these sword shadows pierced through one after another.
The head of a descendant of an aristocratic family.
As long as one has the aura of the Situ family's martial arts on his body, no one can escape this fate.
Even today's protagonist, Situ Rou, is like this. Ren Na is extremely graceful, but before this sword, his fate is just like this.
"Ten breaths!" Looking around, Ye Shaohan stood in the void like a murderous god, and said calmly: "Those who have nothing to do with the three major families, leave!"
Hearing this, many guests dispersed suddenly. Naturally, many of the Situ family's children in the Situ family's manor also wanted to leave. However, before they could escape, they were killed by sword energy falling from the void.
The entire long street was full of figures, and the guests who escaped subconsciously raised their heads and looked at the figure in the void, guessing what this evil star was going to do.
"Ten breaths!" Ye Shaohan said calmly, taking a step forward, and a general trend gathered around him.
He raised his sword and swung the Qilin Sword upwards. The space within several miles was imprisoned. Ye Shaohan looked at the Situ Family Manor below with indifferent eyes and a sneer on his lips.
Endless sword energy gushes out from the Qilin Sword like a tide, and the sharp sword energy converges into a sharp sword with a height of ten feet. The almost substantial giant sword exudes terrifying power.
Under this power, the children of the Situ family seemed to have a sharp edge on their backs, and pain surged in like a tide.
At the same time, a high-pitched sword chant resounded. This sword chant condensed into countless tidal air swords. Like water flowing into the sea, the sound waves rushed towards the Situ Family Manor below, and the giant sword followed closely.
Behind.
In front of everyone, the endless buildings were pierced and collapsed by the Qi. Dust and smoke were everywhere, and the loud noise in the attic continued. In an instant, they turned into nothingness under the Qi sword.
Thousands of lives of the Situ family disappeared into this world silently, and the hot blood poured out like a tide, dyeing the long white blanket red.
After doing all this, Ye Shaohan shook his head slightly, landed on the back of the wind horse, patted the horse's back, and murmured softly: "Don't be afraid!"
The originally screaming Fengma calmed down, and the man and horse disappeared at the end of the long street in the same way as when they came, leaving behind everyone with shocked faces.
One man, one horse and one sword, wherever they go, blood flows for thousands of miles.
Holding a long sword, Ye Shaohan came to the Eastern Family, just like the Situ Family. After Ye Shaohan left, this thousand-year-old family was reduced to ruins.
Yun Danfeng's sword easily wiped out the Dongfang family. Today is destined to be a crazy night.
Next came the Nangong family, and it was difficult for the Nangong family to escape this fate.
Above the magnificent palace of the Nangong family, Ye Shaohan stood with a sword in his hand, looking indifferently at the people fleeing below.
"Nangong Family!" Ye Shaohan murmured softly, his sword intent permeating his body, and his huge sword shadow floating around Ye Shaohan.