"Confining space? This is what I am good at, ice condensation!" The hand movements brought up a series of hand shadows, and the endless coldness spread out from the center of the Jue Lin, covering the entire void, and the void was frozen by the cold
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At the same time, Jue Lin raised his right hand and pointed it forward. The confining space shattered in vain, and the previous coercion disappeared.
Seeing this scene, Ye Shaohan's eyes flashed with curiosity, and Huo Qilin's voice also sounded appropriately: "This kid is good, he understands the rules of ice!"
Ice condensation! Thousands of miles of void are shrouded in cold air. The cold air condenses into layers of ice and spreads in all directions with the Jue Lin as the center.
Hiss! The ice condensed out, and the cold air also enveloped Qing Jue and the man in black.
Bang bang! Several waves of momentum erupted, and the terrifying momentum shattered the spreading figure. At the same time, the ice layer also blocked the offensive of the four men in black.
Qing Jue secretly breathed a sigh of relief, raised his left hand, and its endless strong wind surrounded him, shattering the spreading ice.
"The rules of ice!" The man in black who spoke earlier raised his sword with a sword, and the sword energy was so powerful that the ten-foot-long sword energy directly shattered the surrounding ice.
"### clan!" When they noticed this cold breath, the expressions of the men in black changed.
Jue Lin turned his head slightly and said to the several ### tribesmen behind him: "Jueyi, Jueqing, Juewu, the three of you will follow me to kill the man in black!"
"The rest of the people will go down and help the Qinglong clan members to kill the incoming enemies!" Jue Lin quickly ordered while holding the sword behind his back and looking at the man in black with a cold look in his eyes, "Two foreign enemies, very good!"
His eyes were full of murderous intent. As Jue Lin's words floated out, Jue Lin kicked his feet and his body turned into a stream of light and rushed towards the four men in black.
The three ### clan members were all behind Jue Lin, and the auras of four spiritual master realm warriors exploded, and the terrifying aura swept towards the four men in black.
For a moment, in the void, a coercion gathered on Jue Lin and the others. Seeing this, Qing Jue chuckled and said, "These bastards must be damned for colluding with foreign enemies!"
For a moment, five auras tightly locked the four men in black. Obviously, in terms of numbers, the Qinglong tribe already had an advantage.
The ### clan members originally standing behind Ye Shaohan also rushed towards the Wolong Valley below. The cold air flowed down like water, directly freezing several men in black.
The ### clan members who accompanied Ye Shaohan were all top-notch masters, and the ### clan members who rushed to Wolong Valley were all Lingzong level two or above.
The Lingzong realm warriors can influence the power of heaven and earth with just a single movement. In just an instant, several members of the ### tribe killed many men in black.
However, there is naturally no shortage of Lingzong realm warriors among the men in black. Several Lingzong realm black-clothed men solved their opponents and entangled the ### tribe members one after another.
The power of heaven and earth condensed, the strong winds around Wolong Valley dispersed, and the roar of dragons sounded from time to time.
Bang bang! The entire Wolong Valley shook from time to time, and its flying sword energy left deep sword marks on the mountain wall.
Obviously, the fighting around Wolong Valley has once again reached a stalemate. Facing the endless stream of men in black, the addition of the ### clan members has only reduced the pressure on the Qinglong clan.
However, as long as success or failure in the void is determined, the battle below will also be determined.
However, before that, the Qinglong clan had to sacrifice the lives of hundreds of clan members. The sound of fighting was like thunder, rising into the sky and deafening.
In the void, Ye Shaohan looked down at the stalemate in the battle below and murmured softly: "Those people are the Qinglong tribe!"
"Although the Qinglong people have turned into human forms, when they use their spiritual energy, dragon scales still appear on their skin. These dragon scales are extremely hard and can dissolve a lot of sword energy!" Fire Qilin's voice resounded in Ye Shaohan's mind.
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Raising his head and looking at the shocking scene of sword energy, Ye Shaohan murmured softly: "Since you are here, I will give the Qinglong Clan a gift!"
As he spoke, Ye Shaohan raised his right hand, and the Qilin Sword with cold light appeared in his hand. Holding the Qilin Sword, Ye Shaohan lowered his head and looked at the surging men in black below, and murmured softly: "Before becoming prey,
Get rid of these humble hunters first!"
Obviously, when Ye Shaohan, Wu Ling and others left the Sword God Sect, they became the prey of that mysterious force.
Endless murderous intention filled the air in Ye Shaohan's eyes. Stepping forward, Ye Shaohan rushed downwards with his sword. With a single strike of the sword, the brilliant sword light streaked across the sky, also bringing up a stream of blood flowers.
The blood dyed the snowflakes red. Under the scarlet snowflakes, what floated was the extremely bright sword light. Every sword light was so beautiful.
Ye Shaohan held the sword, stepping on the floating snowflakes, and gently lifted the long sword. No matter he was a spiritual master realm warrior, a spiritual emperor realm warrior, or a spiritual sect realm warrior, just one sword was enough to overwhelm the entire world.
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For anyone, Ye Shaohan never differentiated between them and treated them equally. The beautiful sword light brought them into the world called death.
The snowflakes were flying like catkins, and Ye Shaohan held his sword and shuttled among the crowd like a leisurely stroll in a courtyard. Wherever he passed, he would definitely bring up a trail of blood flowers.
For some reason, the snowflakes floating in the sky were dyed blood-colored, and under the snowflakes, this figure seemed to be integrated with the vast white land, without any life.
Another extremely strange thing is that the eyes of those dead men in black did not have any fear, but a look of peace, as if they died in a beautiful dream.
The bright sword light was looming, but the men in black never saw Ye Shaohan's figure, as if Ye Shaohan did not exist.
The people of the Qinglong tribe and the ### tribe all looked at this scene in astonishment, looking at the light and gentle figure taking away lives one by one with every movement.
The blooming blood flowers and the brilliant sword light, it turns out that killing is also an art, an extremely beautiful picture, that figure, that person, that sword light, that blood flower, became eternity in their eyes.
"Who is he?" For a time, countless questions spread among the Qinglong clan members.
Swing the sword, sheath the sword! Ye Shaohan kept repeating this action. One after another, the men in black fell at his feet, and Ye Shaohan always looked so calm.
When the number of men in black became less and less, the men in black also noticed the corpses on the ground, and inexplicable fear came to their hearts. How did they die, and by whose hands they died.
At this moment, these men in black discovered Ye Shaohan's figure, coming through the snow with a sword in hand, the sword light shining brightly.
"That kid is not a Spirit Master Realm warrior, surround him!" A cold shout resounded in the void. The men in black who were fighting in the void also noticed the situation below. Seeing that the situation was one-sided, they couldn't help but remind them.
Hearing this, the men in black who were initially hesitant gave up their opponents and rushed towards Ye Shaohan with swords in hand. Thirteen Spirit Sect warriors and more than thirty Spirit Emperor warriors rushed over at once.
But at this time, Ye Shaohan stopped, raised his head, looked up at the endless void, and murmured softly: "What is the ultimate sword intention?"
Snowflakes fluttered lightly from Ye Shaohan's face. Ye Shaohan lowered his head, looked at the man in black, and said calmly: "Killing is just reincarnation, and death is the beginning of new life. The cycle continues. I have somewhat understood the magical powers of the fourth generation!"
The sword energy reached the sky, and its violent sword energy formed the sword pillars reaching the sky. Dozens of sword pillars crashed down, but Ye Shaohan's figure still shuttled between the sword pillars lightly and lightly, like a breeze that could not be caught.
Qingfeng could not be held, nor could he hurt Qingfeng. Looking at the figure getting closer and closer, several men in black swung their swords again, and at this moment, Ye Shaohan also drew his sword.
Snow was flying all over the sky, and a brilliant sword light shattered the void, swirling the wind and snow. The sword light dissipated, leaving only a few more corpses on the ground.
Sword after sword, Ye Shaohan continued to demonstrate the art of killing. When the last man in black outside Wolong Valley died under Ye Shaohan's sword, the whole place fell into a deathly silence.
Lifting the sword, there was not a drop of blood on the Qilin Sword. Likewise, there was not a drop of blood on Ye Shaohan's snowy white robe.
Looking at the densely packed corpses at his feet, Ye Shaohan glanced past, raised his head, looked at the battle situation in the void that was about to come to an end, and said softly: "Is this a battle between Spirit Master Realm warriors?"
The collision between sword intent and sword intent, the confrontation between rules and rules, all of these attracted Ye Shaohan.
In the void, Qing Jue once again used the rules of wind to create several phantoms, and the sword shadows gathered together, forcing a second-level spiritual warrior to retreat one after another.
The space around Jue Lin was always frozen by the cold air, and the movements of the second-level spiritual master warrior were always hindered.
"Xiao Huo, if I meet a first-level spiritual master warrior now, do you think I have a chance of winning?" Looking at the flying figure, Ye Shaohan showed a little madness in his eyes,
"Spirit Master?" Sensing the fighting intent in Ye Shaohan's eyes, Huo Qilin chuckled and said, "Yes! But the chance of winning is not high!"
"If we meet these first-level spiritual warriors in front of us, our chances of winning are quite high!" Huo Qilin continued: "These men in black are already at the end of their strength!"
"Is it the end of the crossbow? That would be interesting!" Ye Shaohan chuckled, stepping on the snowflakes, and looking at the stunned eyes of the people around him, Ye Shaohan walked step by step towards the man in black in the void.
"Although Lingzun realm warriors who have not understood the rules are very strong, they are only much stronger than Lingzong!" Huo Qilin whispered, and he could feel the shocking murderous intention in Ye Shaohan's heart.
One of them was a man in black who was fighting with the ### clan's ruthless force. His sword was extremely powerful, and he was able to block the ruthless attack by himself with his sharp sword force.
However, when faced with Ye Shaohan's endless sword skills, the man in black still felt helpless.
The ruthlessness is very strong, especially his ruthless sword intent. The sword makes the man in black feel frightened.
"Retreat!" The man in black thought that after the phantom of his sword had blocked the ruthless offensive in vain, the man in black kicked his feet and retreated abruptly.
However, at this moment, a sword light so bright that it shot out like snowflakes stabbed the man in black in the back perfectly.