A chill spread across Jian Yiliu's neck, and a hot liquid filled the palm of Jian Yiliu's hand holding the sword hilt. The scarlet liquid dripped on the snow and spread into plum blossoms.
Jian Yiyi raised his left hand and crossed his neck. Feeling the chill, he knew that he was defeated. If the other party had not been merciful, this sword would have been enough to cut off his neck.
"I lost!" Jian Yiyi whispered, without any look of decadence in his eyes, but with a stronger fighting spirit: "I remember this sword, and one day, I will return it to you.
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After saying that, Jian Yiyi turned around, held his sword, walked to the high platform, and stood quietly on the steps.
Looking at this scene, Ye Shaolan and Ning Binning both looked at Ye Shaohan and the bright red on the Qilin Sword in shock.
Defeat a Spirit Master Realm warrior with just one sword? In just a few years, his strength has become so terrifying?
"Every time we meet, he always brings unexpected shocks to people. This was the case before and it is still the case now." Ye Shaolan's mouth raised a hint of helplessness. She originally thought she could catch up with him soon, but now she discovered that,
I am getting further and further away from him.
"I remember that he was at the Spiritual Sect level at the beginning, but within just nearly a year, he already had the strength to defeat the Spiritual Sect level. This terrifying talent is a pervert even in the Moon Temple!"
"Sister Shaolan, compared to this pervert, I suddenly feel an inexplicable feeling of powerlessness. Oh, it's so irritating to compare one person to another!" Ning Binning said with a bitter smile.
Ning Binning did not lower her voice deliberately. When Qing Jue and others heard this, they all shook their heads. Even if you had the talent of the fifth generation, you would not be able to reach this level.
You don't understand the madness of the Five Dynasties, you really don't understand! Qing Jue whispered: "The Martial God Continent has never lacked geniuses, but without a strong heart, geniuses will eventually become ordinary people!"
"The madness of the Five Dynasties has really begun. This is the first one!" Hearing this, Jue Lin also whispered: "And we are the witnesses of all this. No one can learn from his madness.
Blood stains spread with the wind. Ye Shaohan raised the Qilin Sword and whispered: "Continue!"
"Arrogant!" An Ye whispered, just one person wanted to challenge the entire sect, this move was undoubtedly arrogant in his opinion, and it was also unwise.
Ye Shaolan frowned slightly, and rarely said: "If you don't understand him, it's impossible to understand him!"
Hearing this, An Ye did not refute Ye Shaolan's words, but looked into Ye Shaohan's eyes, which became more and more hostile.
"His sword is indeed terrifying, but how many times can he use such a sword?" A member of the Moon Temple whispered: "The most terrifying thing about a Spirit Master Realm warrior is the rules and magical powers!"
"If he masters the rules, he may be able to challenge the Ten Thousand Yu Sword Sect!" An Ye said softly: "The first-level spiritual master only evolved the sword's will to its peak and has not mastered the rules!"
What An Ye meant was that Ye Shaohan was only a first-level spiritual master warrior. He could defeat a first-level spiritual master warrior, but he could not defeat a second-level spiritual master warrior who mastered the rules.
As the emperor's favored sons, they all subconsciously avoided him. Ye Shaohan was a second-level spiritual warrior.
Hearing this, Ye Shaolan didn't say anything. Instead, Jue Lin chuckled: "They don't understand the world of the strong!"
"Maybe they just don't want to admit it. That's why they are just elite disciples, not true disciples!" Qing Jue said calmly.
As soon as these words came out, several disciples of the Moon Temple looked at Qing Jue angrily. As disciples of the Moon Temple, how had they ever received such ridicule?
"Quiet!" Ning Binning shouted softly, glanced at Qing Jue and Jue Lin meaningfully, and said lightly: "Senior, the disciples of the Moon Temple do not need recognition from the outside world!"
After saying that, Ning Binning's beautiful eyes rested on Ye Shaohan. Seeing this, several Moon Temple disciples didn't say anything, but shook their heads and smiled, and continued to watch the next challenge.
However, when Ning Bingning looked at her, her eyes instantly became dull. She still defeated the enemy with one sword. An elder helplessly handed over to Ye Shaohan and retreated.
"Continue!" Ye Shaohan said calmly, the Reincarnation Art began to circulate, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth surged around.
The third elder came out with a sword, and an extremely fierce sword force followed. For this offensive, Ye Shaohan still used the same sword, but each sword was slightly different from the previous one, with some changes.
This sword is always changing, but every time he swings this sword, Ye Shaohan will definitely appear.
Therefore, Ye Shaohan was always able to defeat his opponent with one sword, using his rain sword skills and extreme speed, even surpassing the extreme speed.
After one sword blow, the third Spirit Master Realm warrior was defeated. In the wind and snow, Ye Shaohan clasped his left hand on his back and wandered in the wind and snow like a leisurely stroll in a courtyard.
One sword after another, the fourth Spirit Master Realm warrior was defeated. The sword rose, Xuefei flew, and the fifth Spirit Master Realm warrior was defeated.
The snow fell, the sword disappeared, and the sixth Spirit Master Realm warrior was defeated. The first level Spirit Master Realm warriors could no longer threaten Ye Shaohan. Ye Shaohan's current concentration of sword intent far surpassed them, and his physical strength also far exceeded them.
"It looks like the same sword, but it contains a different flavor. I can't understand his sword!" Ning Binning's expression was dull, and the wisps of sword light hidden in the wind and snow made people intoxicated.
"His sword never needs anyone else, as long as you understand it, then you understand it!" After saying this, Ye Shaolan looked at An Ye and others who were also shocked, and smiled politely: "I don't understand it either, but I know that he is here today.
If he can stand here, then he has a 100% chance of defeating anyone present. This is his confidence. I have understood his confidence for a long time, and no one can stop him!"
"Next are the second-level Spirit Master warriors. The Spirit Master realm warriors who master the rules are the most terrifying!" Ye Shaohan cleanly defeated the elder of Wan Yu Sword Sect, which was undoubtedly a great success for An Ye.
Subconsciously, An Ye has regarded Ye Shaohan as his love rival, but those flashes of sword light made An Ye feel powerless. If he faced such a love rival, would he still be able to win Shaolan's heart?
The seventh elder came out with a sword, symbolically raised his hand to Ye Shaohan, and cut it open with his sword. The surrounding snowflakes flew in vain, drowning his figure.
Silently, wisps of brilliant sword light loomed in the flying snow. In an instant, snowflakes from the sky and the earth rushed toward Ye Shaohan, each snowflake carrying endless sword intent.
Putting his love on the sword and the snow, this elder's sword intention has been integrated into this world and the flying snowflakes.
With his eyes closed tightly, Ye Shaohan's state of mind also merged into the flying snow, and the corners of his mouth raised: "I have been used to the snow a long time ago, and I am also used to that figure. Unfortunately, that figure still does not stay, so I have become more and more accustomed to it.
It’s snowing!”
The Qilin Sword vibrated slightly, and a mournful sword chant resounded. Ye Shaohan couldn't help but think of that beautiful figure, Liu Yuehong, that figure that had dissipated in the wind and snow.
"This sword was born because of you, so this sword will be given to you!" Ye Shaohan said softly, stepping forward with his right foot, his figure gradually blurred, and finally disappeared in the wind and snow.
A touch of beautiful and touching sword light shot out. This sword light jumped into Ye Shaolan's eyes as bright as stars, gradually spread out, and dyed her unrouged face with a layer of brilliant brilliance.
This sword is very beautiful. The sword is originally a murderous weapon, but the emotion contained in it gives the sword a softness that it should not have. However, in this sword, Ye Shaolan felt inexplicably sad.
In this sword light, Ye Shaolan saw a beautiful figure, the sunset peak filled with silver moonlight, and in the wind and snow, a beautiful figure was sitting quietly on the rock playing the piano.
"Yuehong!" Ye Shaolan smiled miserably: "You left, but you left a mark on his heart!"
"Very few people can leave a mark on their hearts, but you did it!" Ye Shaolan whispered, with a hint of envy in his tone.
The extremely bright sword light, at this moment, everyone seemed to hear a melodious piano sound in this sword light, the sound of the piano coming from the depths of the soul.
"Thank you for accompanying me through those countless boring nights. Thank you for the sound of your piano that melted away the ice-like loneliness. I also got used to that figure on Xiyue Peak!"
"This sword is given to you, Liu Yuehong!" After the bright sword light dissipated, an embarrassed figure emerged in the wind. The figure stepped back several steps. Every time he took a step back, a blood mark was left on the snow.
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Raising his head, the spiritual master-level warrior looked helplessly at the flying snow and smiled slightly: "I lost!"
Among the flying snowflakes, Ye Shaohan's figure emerged, and there was a touch of bright red on the Qilin Sword.
"Admit it!" Ye Shaohan said calmly, his dark eyes were filled with a hint of sadness.
It's just that the moonlight and starlight belong to the starry sky of the past, and the memories buried in time grow wildly in the depths of the soul.
"That sword was very sad. I saw a beautiful shadow!" The spiritual master realm warrior who admitted his defeat sighed softly: "What kind of woman is that? Her beautiful shadow has been integrated into your sword intention."
"The woman who once left blood and tears here, scarlet blood and tears." Ye Shaohan pointed to his chest and said lightly.
As he spoke, Ye Shaohan closed his eyes again. When Ye Shaohan opened his eyes, there was no trace of sadness in Ye Shaohan's dark eyes, and they were as indifferent as ever.
"So I lost, because all the snowflakes were infected by the sword intent." He smiled casually, dragging his sword, the warrior walked into the wind and snow, and disappeared at the end of the mountain road. No one knows where he went.
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But Jianyu knew that he had gone to a very far away place, where there was a beautiful figure waiting for him.
The seventh Spirit Master Realm warrior was defeated. This was the first Spirit Master Realm Level 2 warrior to be defeated by Ye Shaohan today.
"This is his self-confidence, a self-confidence that no one understands. It can be said to be persistence." Ye Shaolan slightly curved his eyes and corners of his mouth and smiled softly.
"I'm looking forward to his sword more and more!" Jian Yu whispered, a fighting spirit filling his heart, but Jian Yu suppressed this fighting spirit.
"Continue!" Ye Shaohan said calmly as he picked up the Qilin Sword, and snowflakes fell on him.