The wind is still there, the snow is still there, and at the end of the mountain road, several figures emerge, led by a thin figure, dressed in white like snow, blending into the world.
Snowflakes were flying, and the figures were walking slowly on the mountain road. The snow was getting heavier and heavier.
Looking at that thin figure, Ye Shaolan felt a trance and an inexplicable familiarity.
At the end of the mountain road, Ye Shaohan raised his head, looked at the Wan Yu Peak that reached straight into the sky, and said softly: "The Wan Yu Sword Sect is here!"
Holding the snowflakes in his right hand, he flicked his fingers, and the snowflakes shot out, breaking through the sky. Ye Shaohan also had a sword intent coming out of his body.
For a moment, the sword intent soared into the sky, and dozens of sword intent surged in the sky above Wan Yu Peak, colliding with ripples. Wherever the ripples spread, the space was shattered in vain.
"Let's go!" Ye Shaohan suppressed the fighting spirit in his heart and took the lead to walk towards Wan Yu Peak, where he felt several powerful auras.
However, just after taking a few steps, Ye Shaohan's face changed slightly, and a trace of astonishment emerged in his clear eyes: "Why is she here!"
Above Wan Yu Peak, Ye Shaohan also felt Ye Shaolan's aura. In the fake spirit sect realm, she had become much stronger than before.
Immediately, Ye Shaohan suppressed this doubt. At this moment, his attention was completely focused on the next battle.
The sword intent soars into the sky. Under the pressure of these sword intents, Ning Binning and others' faces turned pale. Such a powerful sword intent, this is the sword intent of the Spirit Master Realm.
Qiaoying suddenly trembled, Ye Shaolan's whole body trembled, and there was a hint of disbelief in her beautiful eyes. She also felt his aura.
"It's him, Ye Shaohan, why did he come here? This is his sword intention!" Ye Shaolan bit her lip tightly and stared at the mountain road without moving.
A familiar figure will appear there, it must be him. Sensing the change in Ye Shaolan, Ning Binning whispered: "Sister Shaolan, what's wrong?"
Hearing this, Ye Shaolan shook his head first, and then whispered: "It's him! His breath, his sword intent, I didn't expect him to come here."
"Him?" Ning Binning was stunned. Ning Binning had rarely seen Ye Shaolan with such an expression. The tenderness in his eyes was something she had never seen before.
An Ye always paid attention to Ye Shaolan's expression. After hearing this, there was a hint of hostility in his eyes looking at Shandao. Who, who can make Shaolan show such tenderness.
"That sword intent is very strong and also very depressing!" Ning Binning whispered, glanced at An Ye's expression, and chuckled: "Senior Brother An Ye, maybe he is your love rival!"
Hearing this, An Ye's face became more solemn, and he held the hilt of the sword tightly with his right hand to unsheath his sword.
The whole world fell silent in vain, with only the sound of the wind remaining. Several figures emerged in everyone's sight. The wind picked up the snowflakes, and the figures became clearer and clearer.
When a thin figure appeared, the world became more and more silent, especially the sharp contrast between the white clothes and the long flowing hair.
The young face fell from the snow and was exposed to everyone's eyes. Seeing this figure, Ye Shaolan's mouth showed a smile, a smile full of joy: "We haven't seen him for a long time, he has become more mature!"
Ning Bingning's beautiful eyes stared at this figure in disbelief, and said intermittently: "It's actually him. No wonder the sword intention feels familiar. It turns out to be his sword intention!"
"Compared to a few years ago, this guy is even more terrifying!" The corner of her mouth raised, Ning Binning chuckled at Ye Shaolan: "No wonder you are so excited, it turns out to be this guy!"
Saying this, Ning Bingning's eyes showed a trace of solemnity. When facing this figure, she felt depressed, even her sword felt depressed.
"How strong is he now?" The scene of Ye Shaohan killing the Star Peak Master is still imprinted in the depths of Ning Binning's mind. Now Ning Binning is already a Lingzong realm warrior, but when facing Ye Shaohan,
The feeling of depression became even stronger.
Sensing the gazes of Ye Shaolan and Ning Bingning, Ye Shaohan raised his head, glanced at them lightly and then withdrew his gaze, continuing to walk forward. His target was Jian Yu, the leader of the Wan Yu Sword Sect.
An Ye was always suppressing his sword. However, when Ye Shaohan cast his gaze earlier, he was suddenly startled and staggered back a few steps. He was forced back by the sword intent contained in that gaze.
On the sword, An Ye felt a sense of fear. An Ye knew that he had been defeated. He was defeated completely by this young man in front of him who had never met before.
Qing Jue and others followed closely behind Ye Shaohan. When they stepped onto the square, Qing Jue and others stopped and looked at the figure in front of them quietly, with anticipation in their eyes.
Two hundred and sixty-three battles without a single defeat, which made Qing Jue and others blindly worship him. Today, the Five Generations still will not fail.
Suppressing their own swords, Wu Ling and others' eyes remained motionless. They were waiting, waiting for the exciting battle that would follow.
Every time there was a fight, Wu Ling and others were watching. Along the way, Wu Ling realized something in this fight, the sword intention of the Five Dynasties.
These insights made Wu Ling and others more concise in their sword intent. Now they have passed through the first sword intent tribulation and are already at the second level of Ling Sect.
Jian Yu opened his eyes for the first time, looked down at the young man walking in the snow, and chuckled, "You're here!"
Jian Yu's smile dispelled the chill around him, and he looked at Ye Shaohan with a friendly expression as if he were seeing an old friend.
Hearing this, Ye Shaohan did not stop walking, but still walked forward, and also chuckled: "Long wait!"
Ye Shaohan's smile was also a very gentle smile. The first time he saw Jian Yu, Ye Shaohan knew that Jian Yu was waiting for him, and had been waiting for a long time.
"If you come today, maybe I will go find you tomorrow, because I can't wait, and so can my sword!" Jian Yu chuckled, holding the frozen wine glass, and the ice melted.
Picking up the wine glass, Jian Yu took a sip and said softly: "Jian Feng, take out the things!"
The old man who had spoken previously stood up and made a sword salute to Ye Shaohan. At the same time, with a flick of his right hand, dozens of sword skills appeared on the wine table.
Seeing this, Ye Shaohan smiled lightly and said, "Do you need me to take out the things?"
The so-called thing naturally refers to the mountain of sword skills in Ye Shaohan's unicorn necklace. Hearing this, Jian Yu shook his head and chuckled: "No need, because you have that confidence!"
"However, I am equally confident in asking you to take out the things, because my sword can do it!" A terrifying aura emerged from Jian Yu in vain, and the aura stirred the clouds in the void, and the flying snowflakes became messy.
As soon as Jian Yu's momentum exploded, the momentum of several elders of Wan Yu Sword Sect also exploded. This momentum belonged to the spirit master realm.
The auras gathered together to form a general momentum, which volleyed into the sky, and the figures of the disciples of the Wan Yu Sword Sect below also exploded with their own aura and merged into it.
Under this general trend, Ye Shaolan and others looked extremely pale, and stepped back several steps in a row, using their spiritual energy to resist this general trend.
"What is Master Jianyu Sect doing? Why did Ye Shaohan come to Wanyu Sword Sect? Could it be that something happened to the family?" Thinking of this, Ye Shaolan showed a hint of worry in his eyes.
With a carefree smile, Ye Shaohan didn't say anything, and took another step forward. He was not afraid of this trend at all, and took nine steps in succession. With each step he took, a terrifying aura erupted from Ye Shaohan's body.
Under the pressure of twenty Spiritual Sovereign Realm warriors, Ye Shaohan was just walking in a leisurely manner, let alone a few Spiritual Sovereign Realm warriors in front of him.
Two hundred and sixty-three battles without a single defeat, Ye Shaohan's aura became colder and colder. This aura was enough to frighten Jian Yu and others.
With one hand on his back, Ye Shaohan walked towards Jian Yu leisurely. He caught a glimpse of Ye Shaolan's pale expression, and his expression moved slightly. He pointed his right fingers together into a sword and pointed out with one finger. When the sword fingers fell, the trend was gone.
live.
"Well, he is indeed the one we have been waiting for for a long time!" Jian Yu chuckled and said to an old man standing at the end: "Swordsman is the best, I will leave the first battle to you!"
A first-class swordsman, an elder of the Wan Yu Sword Sect, a first-class spiritual master warrior, and his sword style is extremely tricky.
Hearing this, Jian Yiyi no longer suppressed the fighting spirit in his heart. He stood up and took a few steps forward. The sound of his steps was as loud as thunder. He held the sword and a sword roar resounded.
"Wan Yu Sword Sect, Jian Yi Yi Yi!" Jian Yi Yi Yi said in a slightly excited voice, his fighting spirit completely bursting out. Jian Yi Yi Yi Yi only lasted a moment, but his fighting spirit had reached its peak.
Seeing this, Ye Shaolan and Ning Binning both looked at each other in shock. Is this Ye Shaohan coming to challenge the Wan Yu Sword Sect?
Competitions between swordsmen and swordsmen are very common in the Martial God Continent. However, to Ye Shaolan's expectation, Ye Shaohan wants to challenge the Wan Yu Sword Sect?
"The elders of the Wan Yu Sword Sect are all in the realm of spiritual masters. Although his strength is good, if he is up against the elder of the Wan Yu Sword Sect, he has no chance of making a move!" Ning Bingning frowned slightly and whispered.
Hearing this, Ye Shaolan also sighed slightly, the gap between Lingzun and Lingzong was huge, like the difference between heaven and earth.
But Ye Shaolan knew that once Ye Shaohan made a decision, no one could change his decision.
The majestic fighting spirit burst out, and the sword intent all over Jian Yiyi's body condensed into a shadow of sword intent in the sky. This coercion alone was enough to make the Lingzong realm warrior retreat.
"Sword flow!" Jian Yiyi shouted softly, and his figure shot out in vain. Driven by the long sword, the shadow of the sword's intention was like flowing water, crashing down and hitting the surrounding void.
The man in front of him could not arouse Ye Shaohan's fighting spirit. Ye Shaohan only glanced at the shadow of the downed sword and shook his head slightly. It was too slow.
Holding the Qilin Sword, Ye Shaohan raised the sword and drew it. This extremely simple sword contained thousands of sword skills. All methods were united into one, and he could defeat thousands of swords with one sword.
The sword intent was condensed, Ye Shaohan's sword had exceeded the speed limit, and the two sword intent shadows collided with each other.
At the same time, Ye Shaohan sheathed his sword, and immediately, a series of roars resounded. Jian Yiyi's body fell backwards, and he took several steps in succession, leaving a scarlet footprint on the snow with each step.