Time is like running water, years are like white horses passing by, and two months have passed by in a hurry.
Ye Shaohan's peaceful and lonely cultivation life flashed by in an unknown valley.
The bare tree trunks were covered with hoarfrost at some point, and then the hoarfrost turned into water droplets and slowly dripped. The deep winter in the ancient city was like a fleeting glimpse, and the months passed by in the blink of an eye. Now the weather is gradually getting warmer.
, it seems that it is early spring, and the valley is filled with vitality.
Sparse snowflakes were scattered all over the ground with the roaring cold wind, and Ye Shaohan, dressed in black robes, stood on the protruding cliff of the valley with a sword in one hand, looking at the spring rain in the sky with indifference.
The battle a few months ago made Xiaoyao Yingxue, who was originally angry, even more crazy. He chased Ye Shaohan frantically. Because of that battle, Ye Shaohan separated from Li Zishan and others. Although after the war, he spent several days looking for the two
Unfortunately, he couldn't find the two of them at all.
More than a month ago, Ye Shaohan lived in seclusion in this valley and began to practice hard for more than a month.
Ye Shaohan raised his eyes slightly, and his figure suddenly rose into the air. A burst of light blue light suddenly flashed on his body. However, this light flashed away, but it seemed to be pulled by something, and it instantly condensed on the sword held by the figure's right hand.
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Then, the sword held in his right hand made a sharp sound of breaking through the air, and struck a huge boulder not far below him!
"boom!"
A ray of light cyan sword energy swelled out the moment the sword was drawn out, and then struck the boulder at its feet at an extremely fast speed.
There was only a violent explosion sound, and the boulder that was more than two people tall was instantly exploded by the light blue sword light! It turned into countless rubbles, flying all over the sky!
If anyone looks carefully, they will be shocked to find that the gravel flying all over the sky has a light green color.
Wisps of breeze emerged among the gravel, and soon the gravel was crushed by the breeze, turning into dust and scattering all over the ground, forming a sharp contrast with the stones on the ground.
After several crazy fights, Ye Shaohan's swordsmanship only gained a hint of sharpness.
Sword Qi Slash is no longer the so-called Sword Qi Slash. The seemingly ordinary sword moves are gradually integrated into Ye Shaohan's killing intent, and are even more powerful than before.
Ye Shaohan tapped the sword lightly, his eyes slowly caught a glimpse of the necklace on his chest, and he couldn't help but pull out a wry smile. After several months, Huo Qilin still hadn't woken up.
Within a few months, Ye Shaohan continued to fight with the pursuers and monsters, so the originally dim Qilin Ring gradually began to glow with white light.
Ye Shaohan rubbed his forehead helplessly, sighed secretly, and landed lightly on the broken rocks.
He bent down and took off the two bags of heavy objects tied to his legs. After the heavy objects were taken off, his whole body relaxed. He took a deep breath, jumped up and disappeared.
His figure disappeared and appeared in the valley like a ghost. As his cultivation level increased, Ye Shaohan's speed became faster and faster, and ordinary people could no longer catch his figure.
At this time, Ye Shaohan's long hair was fluttering, and with his hand, several sword energy surged out wildly, and the sound of explosions could be heard everywhere!
"Why do I always feel like something is wrong!" Suddenly Ye Shaohan's figure paused and landed lightly on a piece of green rock, frowning and thinking intently.
The Feng Ying Body Technique seems to be a complete success, but it is still not at the point where the mind can move at will. Ye Shaohan vaguely seems to be able to grasp some of the key points, but he is completely unable to grasp it.
The highest state of the Wind Shadow Movement is that I am the wind and the wind is me, but Ye Shaohan cannot do that.
"Boom!...'
Several spring thunders suddenly exploded from the sky, awakening Ye Shaohan who was deep in thought.
He looked up and saw the flash of blue lightning that followed. The blue lightning continued to crisscross the sky, and the roar roared crazily in the sky.
It is already early spring, and the spring thunder is also very frequent. However, when there is thunder in the sky, there is rarely heavy rain. Instead, there is a continuous drizzle. The drizzle flutters freely with the wind, as if it will turn into heavy raindrops and fall at any time.
At this time, the spring breeze blew the black robe, roaring wildly, and the black robe made a hunting sound.
Ye Shaohan frowned and sat in a twisted position, like an ancient pine on a cliff, motionless despite the wind and rain.
Suddenly, Ye Shaohan's face was stunned. He stretched out his hand, and a drop of cool rain fell on his hand. His expression moved slightly and he looked into the air.
The drizzle in mid-air finally couldn't stand the water vapor contained in the temperature, and turned into droplets of water falling to the ground. The cold winter slipped away quietly in this sudden heavy rain, silently!
In the sky, a trace of drizzle fell. Ye Shaohan was slightly startled, but within a moment, the drizzle suddenly turned into a downpour, and the sound of crackling and rapid rain resounded throughout the sky.
Ye Shaohan didn't deliberately hide from the rain. He just sat there stupidly like the eternal mountains in the distance!
His eyes slowly closed, those bloody battle scenes rushed towards Ye Shaohan like a tide, and the cold rain beat on his slightly pale handsome face.
Over the past few months, Ye Shaohan has experienced hundreds of battles. At this moment, he seemed to have repeated those battles again. The difference was that he was only experiencing them from the perspective of a third party.
Ye Shaohan raised his eyes slightly and looked at the sky, but suddenly his whole body was shaken, and he suddenly stopped, looking at the ground with empty eyes following the rain.
On the stone slab, raindrops fell hard, then exploded, then dropped again, and exploded again.
Beside the stones, a few green buds and grass quietly emerged from the ground. They were tender and green. Their fat little leaves looked like fat babies who had just woken up.
Ye Shaohan stood up slowly. He looked around at the surrounding mountain walls. Inadvertently, the trees on the mountain walls were also quietly pulling out new branches, growing new shoots like grass. The branches of the willow trees hung downward, just like
It's like a thread hanging on the tree. The small bright yellow leaves are like petals tied on the thread.
A new breath of life is constantly spreading in this small valley. The rain, the mountains, the wind, and the trees are exuding the breath of life all the time.
"Life is dynamic!"
A strange color flashed in Ye Shaohan's eyes. He clenched his hands tightly, and the sword fell to the ground. His chest kept rising and falling, and the excitement in his heart slowly calmed down!
He found that although his body skills now have speed, they are less spiritual and more rigid. He cannot move at will and cannot be so natural!
That kind of nature is like the flexible body of green grass moving in the wind, like flowing clouds passing away with the wind, more like the breeze caressing the face, but the wind is still passing away.
At this moment, Ye Shaohan couldn't help but think of Tai Chi in his previous life, and the sentence "Tao follows nature."
He stood up slowly, jumped up to the empty cliff, and his figure slowly danced.
One step, two steps, in the heavy rain, Ye Shaohan's figure gradually became hazy, and the rising mist changed with his movement.
The fluttering figure was less swift than before, but more nimble, as if a spring breeze was blowing in his face.
At this moment, Ye Shaohan's mood was extremely calm, and his eyes were peaceful with a hint of depth.
The dark night covered the earth, the heavy rain continued all night, and Ye Shaohan's dancing figure also continued all night.
Nowadays, the dancing figure makes people feel a sense of ethereal nothingness. When the raindrops fall to the ground, the figure disappears like a ghost, and appears like a ghost. The heart moves at will, and the body appears!
The breeze blew across the earth, and Ye Shaohan's dancing figure suddenly disappeared. In just one breath, the figure slowly appeared at the top of the valley. The rising sun broke through the hazy clouds, and the soft sunshine spread all over the ground, followed closely by It's the tiny raindrops.
Ye Shaohan looked up at the hazy sky, letting the raindrops beat on his thin body. There was a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, quietly immersed in the drizzle, listening to the sound of raindrops falling to the ground, listening to the sound of raindrops hitting the rocks, and then He left a message: "Feng Ying's body technique, at this moment, maybe it is no longer Feng Ying, but my own body technique!"
The sound of rain remained the same, Ye Shaohan waved his right hand, took the long sword, put his left hand on his back, and took a step forward with his right foot. In the rain and mist, his figure was hazy.
The drizzle made the vision gradually become hazy, and Ye Shaohan's figure fell lightly on the rocks.
A mist filled the air in the distance, and a figure emerged slowly from there. The sword with its cold light was particularly conspicuous like the silver moon in the dark sky.
Ye Shaohan raised the corner of his mouth slightly, stepped slightly, and calmly shot forward. The pursuer, the pursuer who had disappeared for a long time, appeared again. The reward of the Dragon Blood Legion was particularly attractive, which made all the warriors in the ancient city. Crazy, facing the tide of pursuers, Ye Shaohan always dealt with it calmly.
The spiritual energy in Ye Shaohan's body was rolling, and there was a vague tendency to reach the peak of a first-level spiritual master. He stepped lightly, like a spring breeze blowing across the earth, blending into the drizzle, and appeared silently beside the figure. A sword was thrust out from the front.
Raindrops hit the sword, making a crisp ticking sound, followed immediately by a blast, and both figures fell backwards.
Ye Shaohan wiped the rain from the corner of his mouth, stared at the shaking figure like a poisonous snake, and hissed: "Second-level spiritual master! Interesting!"
The man shook his head slowly, and his figure paused. Looking at Ye Shaohan, there was a hint of fiery color in his eyes. He moved, and in the drizzle, a loud hissing sound was heard. His whole body was actually walking in a strange way. He moved forward at an extremely fast pace, like a poisonous snake, shooting towards Ye Shaohan. The long sword he carried with him stabbed out halfway, making a sharp whistle through the air.
Ye Shaohan saw that the man's blow was so powerful, his pupils narrowed slightly, and he stepped out. In the drizzle, two figures were as fast as the hissing wind, as fast as the swift arrow, invisible and without a trace.
The sword wind stirred up the rain and dispersed it with terrifying energy in all directions, leaving several sword marks on the messy blood-red land.