The chill of late winter not only freezes the water vapor, but also freezes the roaring cold wind.
The sharp sound of breaking wind seemed to have stopped, and dozens of sword lights streaked across the sky, causing a stir in the space.
The sword light receded, and it was Ye Shaohan and others. Below were the mountains covered with snow, stretching endlessly, standing in the void, surrounded by the vast white sky and earth.
The world was quiet except for the roar of the wind. They stopped and Ye Shaohan, Jue Lin, Qing Jue and others all looked ahead with solemn expressions. There, they felt several powerful auras.
Those powerful auras remained motionless, as if waiting for the arrival of Ye Shaohan and others.
"The aura of the disciples of the Moon Temple!" Qing Jue whispered, and his strong wind emerged from the soles of his feet from time to time.
"A sharp aura!" Jue Lin whispered, a thin figure appearing in his eyes.
"Those who are not kind will not come!" Ye Shaohan said calmly, his eyes were slightly tilted, but from all directions, he could feel the aura of the disciples of the Moon Temple.
"It turns out that they have been waiting for our arrival!" Ye Shaohan chuckled without any panic.
"Ahem!" Several coughs resounded in vain, and a thin figure emerged dozens of meters away.
Even though they were tens of meters apart, Ye Shaohan could see that extremely pale face at a glance, a face paler than snowflakes.
On the other hand, the faces of Jue Lin and others showed solemn expressions. When the coughs started to sound, they realized that it was that person, Luo Rui.
"I haven't seen you for a long time, the leader of the Qinglong clan, cough cough, the leader of the ### clan, cough cough, and the fifth generation who is meeting for the first time! Ahem!" Luo Rui spoke intermittently, coughing from time to time, and his face became increasingly pale.
At this moment, Luo Rui looked like a terminally ill patient, and his breath was extremely weak, as if he could die at any time.
"Sword God Luo Rui!" Qing Jue whispered: "I haven't seen you for a long time, but Luo Rui, your face is paler than before!"
Hearing this, an elegant smile appeared on Luo Rui's pale face: "That's why I hate winter and these snowflakes!"
After Luo Rui appeared, Ye Shaohan remained silent. He could detect the solemn expressions on Qing Jue's and others' faces. The young man in front of him who looked terminally ill must not be simple.
"Sword God Luo Rui? Is this young man a swordsman?" His eyes were locked on Luo Rui, and Ye Shaohan showed a thoughtful look in his eyes.
The Martial God Continent respects martial arts, and swords are the king of weapons. Therefore, swords are the most commonly used weapons in the Martial God Continent, and few people use swords.
"Is this the person who had the sharp aura before?" Recalling the aura before, Ye Shaohan narrowed his eyes and looked at the young man in front of him quietly. However, Ye Shaohan found that he could not see through the young man.
"There's something wrong, you rarely appear under the white snow!" Jue Lin also whispered, his eyes fixed on Luo Rui. It was obvious that Jue Lin was extremely afraid of this young man.
Hearing this, Luo Rui shook his head, stretched out his equally pale right hand, held the falling snowflakes, and murmured softly: "There is something that needs to be troubled by Wu Dai!"
As soon as these words came out, both Jue Lin and Qing Jue tensed up, protecting Ye Shaohan and looking at Luo Rui fearfully.
These actions alone were enough to show the terror of this young man. Ye Shaohan secretly pondered: "This young man is very strong, and his strength is strong enough to make Qing Jue and the others afraid!"
"Then there are spiritual master realm warriors, at least second-level spiritual masters. There are indeed many strong men in the Moon Temple!" When Ye Shaohan was thinking deeply, his eyes were also fixed on Luo Rui.
Sensing Ye Shaohan's gaze, Luo Rui smiled gently and said: "You can't get what the prince wants, Wu Dai!"
After a pause, Luo Rui glanced at Jue Lin and chuckled: "So, you should return that tiger blade to the princeling!"
Hearing this, both Jue Lin and Qing Jue's eyes changed. The ### clan's inherited item, the Tiger Blade, was in the hands of the fifth generation, so this time Luo Rui came for the Tiger Blade.
Thinking of this, two terrifying auras burst out, locking Luo Rui tightly. If Luo Rui made any move, he would be greeted by an offensive like a violent storm.
"Why, the Qinglong clan and the ### clan are also involved in this matter and meddling in the affairs of the princelings?" Luo Rui raised the corner of his mouth slightly, coughed several times again, and his face became paler, "The chill of the Juelin clan is still as annoying as ever.
Ahem!”
Luo Rui's words undoubtedly meant that this matter is a matter between the Five Generations and the princelings. Your ### clan and the Qinglong clan should be more sensible and don't get involved.
But now that both the ### clan and the Qinglong clan have returned to the Sword God Sect, the affairs of the Five Dynasties are their business.
Therefore, the expressions of Qing Jue and Jue Lin remained unchanged, and their eyes were always so cold.
"Still the same temper!" Luo Rui shook his head and whispered. Before he finished speaking, dozens of members of the princelings appeared around him.
Some of these princeling members are disciples of the Moon Temple, and some are elders or even sect leaders of some sects.
Without exception, these people were filled with an extremely terrifying aura, which suppressed the surrounding void and made them fearful.
"No one can take away my things!" Ye Shaohan, who had been silent all this time, chuckled as he glanced over, "The snow is still a bit small, not big enough!"
Whoosh! The endless cold air was hovering in the sky. The originally fluffy snow fell heavier and heavier, and the sight of several people was partially obscured by the flying snowflakes.
"The prince likes snowflakes, but I hate snowflakes, ahem!" Luo Rui chuckled and said, "Wudai, your behavior is very rude!"
In an instant, countless sword lights shot out in vain in all directions. These sword lights passed directly over Qing Jue and Jue Lin, and landed directly on Ye Shaohan.
Whoosh! The sword light dissipated, and Ye Shaohan's figure also dispersed, leaving an afterimage! The real Ye Shaohan appeared ten meters away, with a sneer on his lips. Ye Shaohan said lightly: "Your behavior is also very rude, isn't it?
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A sword dazzled the city, and the bright sword light suddenly appeared, and its bright sword light turned into several rays, shining directly in all directions.
In vain, these sword lights disappeared in vain, appearing silently in front of the princeling members. When the sword lights dissipated, several screams rang out.
Several corpses fell feebly downwards like floating snowflakes. The other princeling members retreated, with even a little blood on the corners of their mouths. Several of these people were first-level spiritual warriors.
"This sword is interesting, and this sword's intention is equally interesting!" Luo Rui's body burst out with a sharp artistic conception. This is the sword's intention, and this is Luo Rui's sword's intention.
At the same time, a sword intent erupted from Ye Shaohan's body. The sword intent condensed in the void and hovered above Ye Shaohan's head.
"The sword intention of the Fifth Generation does make people feel frightened!" Luo Rui murmured softly, the sword intention also condensed in the void, and a sword-shaped shadow emerged, a small and exquisite knife!
Two completely different intentions erupted. Ye Shaohan's sword intention was bone-piercingly cold, while Luo Rui's sword intention was like a spring breeze, with a killing intention as warm as the sun.
Bang bang! The collision of sword intent and sword intent caused both of them to take a step back. However, Ye Shaohan took one step back, while Luo Rui took several steps back.
The sword intention and sword intention dissipated the moment the two people stepped back, and the void regained its previous peace.
There was rare seriousness in his lazy eyes. Luo Rui coughed a few times and chuckled: "Ahem, a very strong sword intention can actually condense the sword intention to such an extent. You are worthy of being a fifth generation! Ahem!"
"It's really strong!" Luo Rui glanced at Qing Jue and Jue Lin, and sighed helplessly, "It seems that I can't get the tiger blade back today!"
Raising his head, Luo Rui looked at the endless void and chuckled: "That's why I hate snow. Once it snows, it's doomed to fail and nothing can be accomplished, so the prince can only take the tiger blade himself!"
"Ahem, let's just say goodbye to today! Ahem, Fifth Generation, Zongbi Day is coming soon, I hope you won't be late!" As he spoke, Luo Rui's figure dissipated in vain in the snow and cold wind.
Only his coughs were left.
The surrounding princeling members also retreated, and for a while, the only sound left was the roar of the cold wind.
He appeared silently and disappeared silently. This action alone was enough to make Ye Shaohan fearful. Compared with his skills, he was not as good as this Luo Rui.
Looking at the flying snowflakes, Ye Shaohan didn't look away for a long time and whispered: "Who is he?"
"The second most powerful princeling!" Jue Lin whispered, "Sword God Luo Rui!"
When Jue Lin said this name, the expressions of many Qinglong tribe members and ### tribe members were stunned.
"With the knife in his hand, he once killed a peak spiritual master warrior!" Qing Jue whispered.
"The decision between life and death only takes one moment. Either he dies or the enemy dies!" Jue Lin couldn't help but flash the extremely bright sword light in front of his eyes.
"No one has seen his sword. Everyone who has seen his sword has died!" Qing Jue whispered, with a rare look of admiration in his eyes.
"His sword?" Ye Shaohan raised his sword eyebrows slightly. Luo Rui had not drawn his sword before.
"His sword is very fast and has already broken through the space. Very few people can block it, at least not me!" Jue Lin sighed in a low voice.
As the leader of the ### clan, he couldn't resist the sword of a disciple of the Moon Temple. His sword was so fast that life and death were just a matter of seconds.
"So Jue Lin and I have always been afraid of him and his sword. His sword is everywhere, and no one knows when he will use it!" That bright sword light has intimidated countless Spirit Master Realm warriors, Qing Qing
Jue whispered: "Fortunately, he is gone!"
Even if he faced two second-level Spirit Master Realm warriors, Qing Jue would not be so afraid.
Hearing this, Ye Shaohan's eyes also showed a look of contemplation. Previously, Luo Rui's eyes seemed extremely lazy, but Ye Shaohan knew that his aura was always locked by Luo Rui.
"A knife that kills people instantly!" Ye Shaohan whispered, and a thin figure appeared in front of his eyes, Ye Shaobai, his knife is also a knife that kills people instantly.
Chill surged, and its spiritual energy transformed into a small and exquisite flying knife in Ye Shaohan's hand. Ye Shaohan raised his right hand, vibrated his long arm, and the flying knife flew out.