Chapter 703 Fighting under the Realm of False Spirits
Chapter 703 Fighting against the Fake Spirit Realm (Part 2)
Seeing the fighting spirit in Jue Lin's eyes, Ye Shaohan's expression was still so indifferent and he said calmly: "Yeah!"
The fake spirit master seems to be extremely powerful, but in Ye Shaohan's eyes, he is just like an ordinary person. In other words, the Jue Ming in front of him can no longer arouse Ye Shaohan's fighting spirit.
"Sword kill!" Jue Ming yelled in vain. He took several steps in succession, raised his sword, and the shadow of his sword intention spread out, directly piercing the surrounding space.
The space turbulence flew with the long sword. In just a moment, these space turbulence suddenly turned into the shadow of a sword. These sword shadows instantly flooded the space around Ye Shaohan. It was as if Jue Ming had cut off Ye Shaohan's power.
way out.
At the same time, the phantom of sword intent carried the long sword and shot out, and the bright sword light drowned Ye Shaohan's figure.
"Sword killing, Lao Liu is really serious about it. He will use his trump card as soon as he strikes!" an ### elder whispered. When he saw Ye Shaohan's figure being submerged by the sword light, his expression couldn't help but be anxious: "This sword can't be
It’s easy to pick up, why don’t Wudai avoid it?”
Ding! The bright sword light drowned Ye Shaohan's figure, and the shadow of his sword intent directly penetrated Ye Shaohan's head.
However, after the shadow of the sword flashed past, Ye Shaohan's figure turned into nothingness, and pieces of snowflakes passed through Ye Shaohan's body.
"Afterimage?" Jue Ming's brows jumped. At this moment, he realized that the previous figure was just the afterimage of Ye Shaohan.
However, in this case, Jue Ming, a fake Spirit Master Realm warrior, did not realize that it was an afterimage. Suddenly, a chill came to his heart in vain. Jue Ming suddenly turned around, his eyes instantly condensed.
The white snow is flying, the sun is setting in the west, and under the flying catkins, there is a person standing, as if he has merged with the vast white earth. An inexplicable loneliness spreads over this person. This person is Ye Shaohan.
The white snow fell like catkins. Ye Shaohan took a step forward and swung his sword. The bright sword light fluttered through the snowflakes.
The lonely emotion blended into Ye Shaohan's sword and into the flying white snow, and this almost incomparably beautiful sword light set off that loneliness even more.
"Thinking of the endless sorrow of heaven and earth, I burst into tears! This kind of loneliness, people in the Martial God Continent don't understand!" The second generation's sword intention was once gentle, but because of the death of that woman, the second generation's sword intention became overbearing, overbearing
His sword power overturned the entire Martial God Continent.
However, Ye Shaohan's sword intention is to forget himself. Why he forgets himself? Because I am always incompatible with this world. Who knows that kind of loneliness.
Past life, present life, where is the past life, in this life I can only forget myself! This sword light reflected in Jue Ming's eyes, and for a time, his lonely mood filled Jue Ming's heart, but Jue Ming looked at this motionless
The sword light is so beautiful.
"One sword will conquer the city!" Ye Shaohan's plain voice echoed in Jue Ming's ears. Jue Ming's sword intention shadow could not withstand the sword light. The sword intention shadow shattered. Ye Shaohan's voice fell to the ground, and the sword light fell to the ground.
dissipate.
But everyone's eyes were fixed on Jue Ming's neck, where a sword with a cold light emerged, and cold air surged on it.
"I lost!" Looking at the young face in front of him, Jue Ming knew that he had not yet unleashed the power of this sword, but he had lost, and he was convinced of his defeat.
The faces of Jue Lin and others were involuntarily filled with shock. This fake Spirit Master Jue Ming was defeated by the fifth generation with just one sword?
What is that sword? Hearing this, Ye Shaohan raised his Jue Wu Zhan sword, raised his head, looked at the flying snow in the sky, and murmured softly: "My sword can also conquer the world!"
The white snow is flying like catkins, and the undulating mountains are completely covered by snowflakes.
Under the flying snowflakes, several figures emerged one after another, the leader of which was a young man.
His expression was gentle, his thin military robe made a rustling sound, and there was always a faint smile on the corner of the young man's mouth. Looking down at the undulating mountains below, the young man whispered: "This mountain range is the Wolong Mountains?"
"Well, this mountain range is the Wolong Mountain Range, and the Qinglong tribe lives deep in the mountains!" A white-haired old man whispered, looking at the young man with a little respect in his eyes.
"Speaking of which, my Ye family has some connections with the Qinglong clan!" The young man murmured in a low voice: "Qinglong bloodline!"
This group of people was clearly Ye Shaohan and others. The young man at the head was Ye Shaohan, and the gray-haired old man was Jue Lin, as well as dozens of ### clan members behind him.
After Ye Shaohan came out of seclusion that day, Ye Shaohan agreed to accompany Jue Lin and others to the Wolong Mountains, where the Qinglong tribe lives.
Compared with the ### clan, the Qinglong clan, which was originally the leader of the four ancient clans, is even worse and has fallen to the bottom of the four ancient clans.
"The four ancient tribes can only hide in the mountains, while the three halls control the entire continent!" Ye Shaohan murmured softly: "The gap between the two is quite big!"
Hearing this, Jue Lin Jian's eyebrows couldn't help but frown. If it weren't for the suppression of the three major halls, the four ancient clans would not be in the current situation.
"If the Qinglong tribe really wants to return, then they will return. If they don't want to, then don't force it!" Ye Shaohan whispered, stepping lightly on the snowflakes and leaping into the distance.
"The Qinglong tribe will definitely return!" Jue Lin whispered, following closely behind Ye Shaohan.
In the wind and snow, several of their figures disappeared, and below were the white peaks. The cold wind rolled up the snow on the peaks, and the snow fell on the mountain streams.
The Qinglong Clan, an ancient clan that once dominated the entire Martial God Continent, had no fewer than dozens of Spirit Emperor level warriors in its heyday.
But now the Qinglong clan has been defeated, and the Spirit Emperor realm warriors will no longer return.
Wolong Mountains, this mountain range was once famous all over the world because of the Qinglong people, but now this mountain range has gradually faded out of everyone's sight.
The monsters and beasts in the snow-covered mountains were hidden in caves. For a while, the mountains were extremely quiet.
However, deep in the mountains, a fight was taking place there, with countless men in black beating on the snow, using their sharp swords to bring out scarlet blood flowers.
Among these swaying figures, there are some strange humans. These humans are covered with faint dragon scales and have two horns emerging from their heads.
Waves of dragon roars resounded, and these strange humans were fighting with the men in black. When the sword of the man in black pierced a strange human, the human's body strangely transformed into a dragon.
Obviously, these weird human beings are members of the Qinglong tribe. The sound of dragon roars resounded non-stop, shaking the surrounding void.
Above the void, three huge green dragons stood in the sky, and their endless strong wind surrounded these three green dragons, and even thunder could be heard from time to time.
"You are actually colluding with foreign enemies!" Roars resounded from the mouth of the leader Qinglong and turned into thunderous sounds that spread out.
Looking across the sky from the three green dragons are six men in black. Only four of these six men in black are from the Martial God Continent, while the remaining two are from the alien nebula.
In any case, the auras of these six people are very similar, and it is obvious that these six people have practiced the same technique.
"This is the Ancient Qinglong Clan. According to the instructions above, after today, there will be no more Ancient Qinglong Clan in the Martial God Continent!" A deep voice sounded from a man in black.
The low tone revealed endless killing intent, and as the words of the man in black floated out, bursts of fighting sounds were coming from below.
Wolong Valley, looking up from a distance, looks like a giant dragon coiling in the mountains.
Surrounding Wolong Valley is the roaring wind, and the endless wind emerges from the outside of Wolong Valley, forming a natural wind formation.
At this moment, the Qinglong clan members jumped out of the Gangfeng formation with swords, blocking the tide of men in black, and a fight was going on around Wolong Valley.
The flying sword light, the shattered void, the swirling wind, and the roar caused by this battle floated out. However, the disparity in numbers undoubtedly led to the Qinglong clan's defeat.
For a time, the Qinglong clan was defeated one by one under the violent attack of the men in black.
Scarlet blood danced in the snowflakes, the pungent smell of blood spread, and various sounds gathered together, including cold drinks, fighting, and wind.
In the void, three green dragons turned into human shapes, and they were suddenly three old men. The three old men looked down with quite angry eyes. The old man headed by them was Qing Jue, the leader of the Green Dragon Clan!
Qing Jue narrowed her eyes slightly and stared at the six people in front of her: "Is the order from above the three halls?"
A chill erupted in Qing Jue's eyes, and her gaze, as if it were real, was directed towards the six men in black. However, the expressions of the six men in black did not change, and they still looked at Qing Jue indifferently.
"Could it be that they are not from the Three Great Halls?" Qing Jue muttered, his eyes becoming more serious: "If these six people are not removed, then the Qinglong Clan will be in danger of being exterminated!"
The majestic dragon roar resounded, and a long sword with a strange shape emerged from Qing Jue's hand, and the strong wind wrapped around the sword.
"Six Spirit Master Realm warriors! I'll hold down four of them in a moment, and you guys can deal with the other two quickly!" Qing Jue whispered to the two tribesmen beside him. At the same time, Qing Jue came out with his sword, and his figure suddenly shot.
And out.
The roar of the dragon resounded loudly again, and Qing Jue's figure suddenly transformed into four shapes, each advancing towards the four men in black.
Four brilliant sword lights shot out, piercing through the figures of the four men in black. However, the figures of the men in black immediately turned into a black mist, and their true figures emerged not far away.
The man in black who spoke out before continued: "Qing Jue, the patriarch of the Qinglong clan, is also the most powerful person in the Qinglong clan, and the peak of the second-level spiritual master!"
At this point, six strands of cold murderous intent erupted in vain. Four men in black came out with swords and directly surrounded Qing Jue. Their sword energy gathered into a sword net and fell towards Qing Jue below.
The remaining two Qinglong clan members also came out with swords and faced off against the remaining two men in black.
For a moment, the entire void was filled with figures, flying sword energy, and all mysterious rules.