The eighth Spirit Master Realm warrior came out with a sword, and his body shape blended into the wind. This is how the Spirit Master Realm warrior understood the rules of wind.
The body turned into the breeze, and the wind turned into a sword! Dozens of strong winds roared around, and the sword intent was permeated. These strong winds suddenly formed a giant sword of strong winds, and flew directly towards Ye Shaohan.
"Finger of the God of Wind!" He pointed out a finger, and the shadow of his finger spread out. Each finger of Ye Shaohan touched the giant sword of Gangfeng, and the giant sword of Gangfeng shattered into pieces.
But the shattered Gangfeng Giant Sword condensed into a small sword shadow again. In just a blink of an eye, Ye Shaohan was surrounded by sword shadows and had no way out.
"Sword intent condenses, kill!" The sword intent condensed on the shadow of the sword, and the figure of the spiritual master realm warrior emerged in vain. With a sword, the bright sword light shot out.
"Reincarnation!" Ye Shaohan murmured softly, and endless reincarnation flames spread around him. The reincarnation flames containing sword intent were even more terrifying, destroying the sword shadows around him.
At the same time, Ye Shaohan raised his sword, and the Qilin sword shot out, "A hundred-step flying sword!"
Just a hundred steps is enough. Within a hundred steps, I am invincible! Within a hundred steps, I am in control. When Ye Shaohan jumped out of the seventy-fourth step, he held the Qilin Sword.
At the ninetieth step, the sword intent exploded. At the ninety-ninth step, the sword intent was completely condensed. At the hundredth step, Ye Shaohan thrust out a sword with no remaining force.
Hundred-step Flying Sword! This is not just the Hundred-step Flying Sword of the third generation. After evolution, this sword has become Ye Shaohan's own Hundred-step Flying Sword. The broken space turbulence drowned the afterimage left by Ye Shaohan.
The two sword lights collided in vain. In an instant, a dazzling sword light burst out, and at the same time, the two figures quickly fell backwards.
The space shattered, like a tide gushing out in all directions at the intersection. The surrounding snowflakes were pulled and rushed towards that place, and finally disappeared into the dark space turbulence.
Jian Yu pointed out, and these broken spatial turbulence turned into nothingness.
The two figures were like snowflakes, falling in the light wind, and took a few steps back.
It was just a sword strike, and no one could tell who won and who lost. At least in their eyes, the auras of the two were still extremely powerful.
Snowflakes fell on the Qilin Sword. Ye Shaohan raised his head and looked at the figure in front of him, and murmured softly: "Within a hundred steps, I am invincible. This sword is enough to break all rules, I am convinced!"
Before he finished speaking, the cold wind blew by, and the figure was swaying. Then, the Spirit Master Realm warrior looked helplessly at a blood hole on his chest. If the other party wanted to kill him, that sword would be enough to pierce his heart.
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"I lost!" The Spirit Master Realm warrior chuckled. At this moment, he breathed a sigh of relief, turned around, and walked back to where he came from.
Being able to face their own failures and admit their own failures is precisely because of this that they can reach the spiritual realm today.
The Reincarnation Art began to circulate, and endless spiritual energy poured into Ye Shaohan's body. Ye Shaohan did not stop, but continued to invite the fight: "Continue!"
The ninth Spirit Master Realm warrior jumped directly into the void, looked down at Ye Shaohan below, and said lightly: "I like the sky, so my sword also belongs to the sky!"
"Jiankong is still the same, unchanged at all, a sword belonging to the sky!" Jianyu chuckled, his eyes focused on the figure in the void, Jiankong, the genius of Wanyu Sword Sect.
Ye Shaohan didn't say anything, he raised his right foot, and a strong wind emerged from under his feet, lifting Ye Shaohan into the void.
"My sword is like the falling star, and it will eventually cross the sky. This is a kind of helplessness!" A trace of bitterness appeared in the corner of Jiankong's mouth, "But that will be my strongest sword!"
"Jiankong!" Jiankong chuckled, stepped out and blended into the sword light. His sword disappeared and blended into the world. However, Ye Shaohan knew that Jiankong's sword was very fast, and its speed had exceeded the limit.
Integrate into this sky.
"Your sword pursues the limit of speed, and even exceeds the limit. The same goes for my sword. Faced with this sword, I am not 100% confident to take it!"
"But as long as this sword is interrupted, the sword will change its flavor!" The black and white energy was flowing in Ye Shaohan's eyes. Ye Shaohan just looked at the void in front of him, and invisible waves spread out and hit the void.
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"Life and death are eternal!" Ye Shaohan chuckled, and at the same time, a bright sword light emerged in the void. This was Jian Kong's sword.
First there was the sword, and then there was the figure in the air! Ye Shaohan raised his sword and thrust out with one sword. It was a terrifying sword. Only this sword light was left in the world. With a sword that exceeded the speed limit, Ye Shaohan's sword also disappeared into the void.
middle.
Rain Sword Skill! It not only contains Ye Shaohan's sword intention and killing intention, but also contains the rules of wind that Ye Shaohan has understood.
Bang bang! A metallic clashing sound resounded. Ye Shaohan's sword broke through Jian Kong's sword. At the same time, the tip of the Qilin sword stayed on Jian Kong's neck, and the diffuse sword energy brought a chill to Jian Kong.
feeling.
Looking at the sword that was so close, Jiankong suddenly smiled: "Today, my sword did not fall into the sky, but I am satisfied to be able to see your sword!"
Closing his eyes, Jiankong only had this sword left in his mind. He knew that the bottleneck that had trapped him for several years was somewhat loosened.
After making a sword salute to Ye Shaohan, Jiankong turned around and left, as calm as the clouds floating in the sky.
"Continue!" Ye Shaohan glanced at a sword mark on his chest and said lightly. Jian Kong's previous sword also hurt him.
The next Spirit Master Realm warriors became stronger and stronger. Although Ye Shaohan was able to defeat them, he also paid a certain price.
After Ye Shaohan defeated the twelfth Spirit Master Realm warrior, Ye Shaohan's snowy white clothes were torn apart, leaving his upper body exposed. His upper body was covered with sword marks, blood dripped from it, and was directly frozen.
Raising his head, Ye Shaohan's eyes fell on the last Spirit Master Realm warrior, Jian Yu.
The fighting spirit broke out in Ye Shaohan for the first time. Ye Shaohan held the sword, stepped out, and shouted coldly: "The last battle!"
"Finally here!" Jian Yu chuckled. At this moment, the fighting spirit in him burst out like a volcano.
A melodious sword chant resounded, and the entire Wan Yu Peak shook at this moment.
Jian Yu took a few steps forward and jumped onto the snow. In an instant, the whole world became quiet.
"You are stronger than I thought, but if you meet me now, you will only lose!" Jian Yu chuckled as his eyes wandered over Ye Shaohan.
Blood stains followed the sword marks, and Ye Shaohan's face turned slightly pale after losing too much blood.
Hearing this, Ye Shaohan didn't say anything, his cold energy emerged, freezing the sword marks, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth rushed into his body crazily.
"So, in half an hour, I hope that after half an hour, I can see you at your peak strength." Jian Yu closed his eyes directly and let the snowflakes fall on him.
Ye Shaohan also closed his eyes and ran the Reincarnation Technique. It wasn't until half an hour later that Ye Shaohan opened his eyes again.
"That's it!" Ye Shaohan said softly, his whole aura completely integrated into this world.
"You have mastered the rules even before you become a Spirit Master. Your bloodline magical power is really strong!" Jian Yu chuckled and raised his head to look at the sky.
A row of lone tigers circled in the sky, and their mournful cries drifted in the wind above Wan Yu Peak, with a few feathers mixed in the snowflakes.
Holding the falling feather, sword energy surged, and a piece of feather suddenly turned into a long sword, which was extremely weird. At the same time, when Jian Yu held the long sword, the sword energy in his whole body exploded.
For a moment, the surrounding snowflakes turned into white feathers and fell lightly to the ground.
"Thousands of lonely hongs are wailing in unison, overwhelmed by the sad sword intent!" Raising his head, Ye Shaohan looked at the lonely hongs hovering on Wan Yu Peak and said softly.
Hearing this, Jian Yu still chuckled: "There is a story behind every sword intention, and this story is our life!"
"Draw out your sword!" Jian Yu chuckled, and with one stroke of his sword, the flying feathers spread out in all directions, forcing Ye Shaolan and others to retreat dozens of steps again.
"Feather Sword!" Staring at the long sword in Jian Yu's hand, Ning Binning whispered: "Legend has it that the sword of Jian Yu, the leader of the Wan Yu Sword Sect, is a feather, a sword made of feathers!"
"As long as the feather falls, that's where his sword will hit!" As she spoke, Ning Binning couldn't help but look at Ye Shaohan with confusion. Can he defeat Jian Yu?
An Ye and others no longer spoke, but there was a glimmer of expectation in their eyes, expecting Jian Yu to defeat Ye Shaohan.
"That kid is definitely not Jian Yu's opponent. When he came here, the master once said that this Jian Yu is very strong. Even if the master meets him, he will still be afraid of him!" An Ye thought to himself: "So, Jian Yu will defeat that guy.
Boy!"
"The place where the feathers fall is the place where the sword touches, the sword's intention is very strong!" Ye Shaohan's eyes fell on the goose-feather-like feathers in front of him, which contained a restrained sword's intention.
"I prefer snow to the feathers all over the sky." Ye Shaohan also slashed open with his sword, a cold air filled the air, and snowflakes began to float in the sky again.
Snowflakes and feathers were mixed together, indistinguishable from each other. At the same time, the figures of Ye Shaohan and Jian Yu simultaneously turned into nothingness and disappeared.
The cold wind blew by, picking up the feathers and also the snowflakes. Wherever the feathers touched was where the sword light struck, and where the snowflakes fell was where the sword intent exploded.
Qing Jue and others closed their eyes, feeling the fluctuations in the surrounding space and whispered softly: "The rules of the wind, there are thousands of rules. Although both of them have understood the rules of the wind, they have taken different paths."
Only by closing her eyes could Qing Jue feel the two flying figures and the bright sword light.
"It's a very strong sword. If I were to face Jian Yu, I wouldn't be 100% confident that I could defeat him." Jue Lin also closed his eyes, feeling the cold air beating around him, and said softly.
"Fighting Jianyu? What if you faced Wudai?" Qing Jue whispered: "Are you confident that you can defeat him?"
"I'm not sure. It was there before, but not now. Today, the fifth generation's sword intent is getting stronger and stronger, strong enough to ignore the rules!" Jue Lin said softly: "This is the scary thing about the fifth generation!"
"The sword intent that ignores the rules, the mastery of the rules, and the magical power of blood, when these three are combined, the fifth generation can even defeat us, right?" Qing Jue sighed softly.
The fifth generation has grown too fast. A few months ago, they could easily defeat them, but now it is difficult to do so.