"However, what I can confirm now is that this snowflake is white!" The snowflakes slipped off his fingertips, and Ye Shaohan's right hand also dropped. He held the Qilin Sword, raised his head and looked at the figure flying in the sky, and chuckled: "That's right.
Kill the prey!"
"The anticipated prey, Xiao Huo, what do you think I have a chance of winning?" Ye Shaohan whispered, glancing at the unicorn necklace.
Hearing this, Huo Qilin said thoughtfully: "After all, he is a second-level spiritual master warrior. However, Qingjue and the others have been holding him back for a whole day. The spiritual energy in his body is not as good as it was in his prime. You still have a chance to kill him.
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"No, it's not that I have a chance, but I can definitely kill him. I am convinced of this." Ye Shaohan chuckled: "I believe in myself so much that my sword can kill him, there is no suspense!"
"Perhaps the price will be a bit heavy, but the feeling of brushing against death is worth enjoying." Ye Shaohan, a second-level spiritual master warrior, is not afraid. Even if he is a spiritual master realm warrior, his sword has also drunk the blood of the spiritual master realm.
"The hunting begins!" Ye Shaohan kicked his feet in vain and rushed toward the sky with his sword, causing a burst of explosions in the air.
Sensing Ye Shaohan's change, both Qing Jue and Jue Lin retreated with great tacit understanding. Qing Jue even chuckled: "Lie Lu, the hunting has begun!"
One of the Supreme Elders was isolated. For a while, everyone had a tacit understanding and did not go to surround him.
However, before the Supreme Elder could take a breath, a strange sword light appeared in front of his eyes. Snowflakes hit his face, and the soft sword light shattered the snowflakes and dissipated.
Whoosh! The broken snowflakes were dyed red, and a scarlet sword mark emerged on his neck. One sword can conquer the city, and one sword can determine life or death!
The vitality disappeared and his pupils dilated in vain. The Supreme Elder looked at the increasingly clear face in front of him in disbelief. Everything ended just like this.
"Prey No. 1 is dead, next is No. 2!" Ye Shaohan didn't hesitate at all. He stepped on his right foot and spun his body lightly 360 degrees, directly facing a Supreme Elder.
"Lie Yan is dead!" Another trapped elder shuddered suddenly. He could feel the breath of death approaching him, getting closer and closer.
Hundred Steps Flying Sword! The sword light came out of his hand, Ye Shaohan followed closely behind, and the sword intent exploded. Now Ye Shaohan must use all his strength when he strikes out, and he will definitely be able to kill with one sword.
As the rainbow penetrated the sun, Ye Shaohan suddenly summoned the eternal power of life and death, pressed forward step by step, grabbed the Qilin Sword, and stabbed out with one sword.
The strength, sword intent, and killing intent completely exploded. Just like before, Ye Shaohan killed this Spirit Master Realm warrior with just one sword strike.
The reason why Spirit Master Realm warriors are terrifying is because they understand the rules and develop magical powers, while first-level Spirit Master Realm warriors are stronger than Spirit Master Realm warriors simply because they have evolved their sword intent to its peak.
But now, Ye Shaohan's concentration of sword intent far exceeds that of these people. To a certain extent, the only advantage that the first-level spiritual master had over Ye Shaohan has disappeared.
Still killing the first-level spirit master with one sword, Ye Shaohan stagnated, turned around, looked at the remaining strong fangs, and smiled faintly: "Prey No. 2 is dead, so next is Prey No. 3, the much-anticipated prey!
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The fighting spirit rarely appeared in Ye Shaohan, and the rolling fighting spirit made Ye Shaohan's long hair float in the wind.
"Rules!" Ye Shaohan murmured softly, raised his right foot, stepped forward, and his figure disappeared strangely.
At the same time, Qing Jue and Jue Lin dispersed around, leaving the battlefield to Ye Shaohan. However, the surrounding space was still controlled by the two to prevent Lieya from escaping.
In an instant, Ye Shaohan's figure appeared in front of Lieya, the corner of his mouth was slightly raised, looking at the extremely embarrassed Lieya, he chuckled and said: "Long wait!"
"Similarly, as a prey, you must die!" Holding the Qilin Sword, the sword roared in a low voice. The originally clear sky was covered by a layer of dark clouds, like the smoke of war, and its snowflakes scattered one after another.
The snow was so white and fell lightly on Ye Shaohan's black hair.
With a sense of coercion, Lieya felt a long-lost aura from the young man in the fake spiritual realm in front of him.
That was the breath of death. After massacring the entire Lie Sun City, Ye Shaohan's murderous intent did not restrain himself, but instead spread unscrupulously.
This murderous intention not only made Lieya feel depressed, Qingjue and the others also felt depressed.
Is this the murderous intention after killing tens of thousands of people? The terrifying murderous intention is enough to destroy a person's mind. The afterglow of the evening moon and Ye Shaohan's figure gradually merged together.
A white dress is better than blood, especially the Qilin sword. The blood drops on the tip of the sword drip down and bloom in the afterglow.
Looking at each other in the air, Lieya not only felt killing intent in Ye Shaohan, but also felt fighting intent.
"Are you willing to fight? Even if we die today, the people of Lie Sun Sect cannot die in vain like this!" Lie Ya whispered, the long sword in his hand inserted directly into the wind and snow.
The snow is falling harder and harder, the cold wind is getting colder and stronger, and people are getting quieter and quieter. The whole world is quiet except for the whirring sound.
At this moment, several wailing sounds sounded in vain in the distant horizon, and several lone hawks feebly crossed the sky, their voices extremely desolate.
And this miserable voice broke the long-lost peace, and Ye Shaohan's fighting spirit became stronger and stronger, reaching its peak.
"Perhaps you would come to my door even if there was no such thing as lust!" Lieya said lightly. Ye Shaohan's fighting spirit also stirred the fighting spirit in Lieya's heart.
With this long-lost aura, Lieya remembered that when he was in the Lingzong realm, he challenged the fake Lingzong realm. He had such fighting spirit at that time.
"I have dedicated my life to Lie Sun Sect, but I have neglected you!" Lie Ya murmured softly, his sharp eyes softening in vain, and he gently stroked the sword with his right hand: "Old man, it's been a long time!"
"I joined the Lie Sun Sect at the age of ten, and with one sword I am proud of all the younger disciples of the Lie Sun Sect!"
"I entered the Spirit Emperor realm at the age of fifteen, the Spirit Sect at the age of twenty, and the Spirit Master at the age of thirty-six. I killed countless powerful men of my generation with just one sword!"
"But now, I am seventy years old, but I am no longer a second-level spiritual master. I have also forgotten the heart that a swordsman should have, the heart of the sword!"
"But at this moment, I still found the heart of the sword. I am a swordsman!" Lieya's whole body momentum surged. Compared with before, Lieya at this moment is just an unsheathed sword, and no one can resist it.
Live with this sharp sword spirit.
"He is stronger than before!" Qing Jue said solemnly: "He is no longer the leader of the Lie Sun Sect, but a swordsman. Such Lie Fang is terrifying!"
"If you want to fight, then fight, a life-or-death battle!" Lieya looked up to the sky and laughed wildly. The long-lost pride, the long-lost fighting spirit, everything was long-lost.
In the wind and snow, the long sword made a melodious sword roar. The sword roar broke through the clouds in the sky, and the setting sun jumped out like a child. The afterglow of the setting sun fell on Lieya, who held the sword in the wind and snow.
With the long sword, in an instant, the floating snowflakes melted away silently.
At the same time, Lieya's figure turned into a stream of light and blended into the warm afterglow.
Wherever the afterglow shrouded the place, there was a phantom floating in the air. No one could recognize it clearly. At that time, the phantom was still real.
"Using the power of rules, this is the rule of fire?" Ye Shaohan chuckled, with a hint of solemnity in the corners of his eyes.
Ye Shaohan also took a step forward, and his figure disappeared silently. He had only scratched the surface of the rules, but this alone was enough to maximize the use of Transforming Wind Art.
How can a body art that can be integrated into the rules be an ordinary body art? Ye Shaohan increasingly felt that the person who created the Wind Transformation Art was an extraordinary person, at least a second-level spiritual master or above, or even a spiritual emperor.
There was Ye Shaohan's figure in the wind, and Lieya's figure in the afterglow. The afterglow fell in the wind, and a burst of metal clashing sounds followed.
Although his understanding of the rules is not as good as Lieya's, Ye Shaohan will not be defeated immediately due to his concentration of sword intent.
On the contrary, the eternity of life and death erupted from time to time. This strange magical power made Lieya feel helpless. The space shattered, and the space turbulence surged like a torrent. Unfortunately, the space turbulence could not swallow up the afterglow, nor could it drown the cold wind.
The extremely bright sword light flashed past, and Qing Jue and others were silent. At this moment, they were not sure who would win and who would lose.
The snowflakes were flying again, and the roaring cold wind picked up the snowflakes and fell on the afterglow. At the same time, another dull sound sounded, and two figures emerged from the void.
The white clothes were still as white as snow, but there was a plum blossom-shaped blood-red mark on the chest. Ye Shaohan held the sword and still looked at the figure in front of him coldly.
Lieya's long hair fell messily on his shoulders, and the right hand holding the sword trembled slightly, and its bright red liquid dripped down the fingertips and fell on the sword.
The two of them fired countless swords, but neither of them could do anything to the other! The cold air filled the air and froze the snowflakes. Ye Shaohan caught a glimpse of the scarlet on his chest and smiled faintly: "A very tricky sword move, and every move is unexpected!"
Hiss! A cluster of flames shot out in vain on the Qilin Sword, the flame of samsara. When the flame of samsara appeared, the surrounding snowflakes immediately turned into water vapor and dispersed. However, as soon as they dispersed, they turned into snowflakes again.
"The ultimate killing intent, the ultimate sword intent, and one more extreme, then it is the ultimate in the Reincarnation Art!" Ye Shaohan took a step forward, his body blending into the cold wind.
No, Ye Shaohan's figure even blended into the surrounding snowflakes. In the afterglow of the evening moon, Ye Shaohan's figure was everywhere in the void, and thousands of brilliant sword lights emerged.
"The only thing I was forced to do was that sword, the sword that merged into life!" Lieya also smiled at this moment, and took several steps in succession. With each step he took, his aura became stronger, heading towards the void.
Thousands of sword lights merged into one, and Ye Shaohan's figure emerged. It was still a one-sword allure, but it had an added change.
This sword determines victory or defeat! In an instant, the world was eclipsed in front of these two sword lights. The two extremely bright sword lights turned into nothingness. Blood flowers were flying in the snow. At the same time, the two figures were like kites with broken strings.
Like one after another, they fell towards the ground one after another and landed in the snowdrifts.