Ye Shaolan and Ning Binning were still standing at the edge of the square, with a cliff below them, two beautiful figures standing in the wind, and their clothes rustling.
"I didn't expect that he would be so strong and be able to defeat a Level 2 Spirit Master warrior, even stronger than a true disciple!" Ning Binning chuckled, but there was a little strange color in her eyes.
"Every time we meet, he always gives people a shock!" Ye Shaolan curled his eyes and smiled softly.
"If he enters the Moon Temple with his strength, he will definitely be ranked among the top twenty among the younger generation!" Ning Binning chuckled: "After entering the Moon Temple, his cultivation speed will be faster!"
"So, Sister Shaolan, why don't you invite him to join the Moon Temple? With his qualifications, Master Long Ye must be very excited. Haha, at that time, two people from the Ye family became true disciples, so in the Falling Rain Kingdom
No one should dare to touch the Ye family anymore."
"Even the Sword God Sect doesn't dare to touch the Ye family, right?" Having said this, Ning Binning's eyes couldn't help but fall on Wujian Peak in the distance.
Hearing this, Ye Shaolan shook his head slightly, looked at the sky, and chuckled: "He belongs to the sky, and that is his stage. The Moon Temple is not his stage!"
"And Master Long Ye can't teach him. It's hard to find someone in this world who is qualified to be his master!" Ye Shaolan raised the corner of his mouth and said with great certainty: "As long as you give him a few years, he will enter the Spirit Emperor
territory!"
"Spiritual Emperor Realm! It takes decades for an ordinary genius to go from the Spiritual Sovereign Realm to the Spiritual Emperor Realm. Sister Shaolan, do you think he can do it in just a few years?" Ning Binning's dark eyes were revealed as she brushed aside the green hair on her forehead.
There was a trace of doubt in his eyes.
"But is he an ordinary genius?" A smile emerged quietly. Ye Shaolan had never seen a genius who could defeat the second-level spirit master in just a few years from his unawakened bloodline.
Hearing this, the smile on Ning Bingning's lips froze in vain. Yes, is that kid a genius? He has gone beyond the scope of genius and is already at the level of pervert.
At this moment, Ning Binning couldn't help but think of a legend, the legendary figure of the Moon Temple, the Prince.
"Perhaps one day, that boy Ye Shaohan can become a figure like the prince!" Ning Binning murmured in her heart.
On Wujian Peak, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth gathered. The spiritual energy was thick enough to liquefy, and Ye Shaohan's injuries recovered quickly.
As for the disciples of Wan Yu Sword Sect, it was rare that they did not practice. For a moment, countless eyes gathered at Wu Jian Peak.
The end of the falling snow is the sky, and the end of the sky is the sword.
Under the snowflakes, Ye Shaohan's entire body had blended into the snowstorm.
The snow dyed his hair white and also covered the Qilin Sword. Ye Shaohan opened his eyes and sat on the snow, quietly recalling the previous battle.
When a bright sword light shoots out and gently cuts across someone's neck, the blooming blood flower falls powerlessly, this is a sword that conquers the city!
Ye Shaohan's sword was just like this. It was as light as snow and impossible to catch. In the past, this sword blended into the wind, but now, this sword blends into the snow.
The snowflakes fell, falling on Ye Shaohan's face and hands, and finally fell sideways on the Qilin Sword.
Ye Shaohan took out dozens of sword skills from the Qilin Necklace. These sword skills came from Wan Yu Sword Sect, including several earth-level sword skills.
Earth-level sword skills! Ye Shaohan narrowed his eyes slightly and was immersed in it. He held the book in his left hand and pointed his right hand together as a sword. The sword fingers pulled together to outline a series of sword shadows.
The shadow of the sword penetrated the surrounding space, and the turbulent flow of space stirred up the wind and snow, but Ye Shaohan was completely unaware of it, immersed in his own world.
Ye Shaohan's world is still a scarlet world. Ye Shaohan is dressed in white clothes and is flying like a sword. Thousands of sword skills are transformed into one sword, and one sword is transformed into ten thousand swords.
It wasn't until the night sky was filled with stars that Ye Shaohan finally came to his senses. His eyes were still slightly confused as he looked at the sword skills scattered on the side.
The cold wind blew Ye Shaohan's martial robe. Ye Shaohan's eyes gradually became clearer. He took out the Moon God Pendant and felt the sword intent on it. A kind of enlightenment flowed in his heart.
His sword intention is lonely, and his sword skills are also lonely, because no one can see his sword skills. Everyone who has seen it has been buried and disappeared in the long river of time.
That kind of loneliness is indescribable, the loneliness that comes from the depths of the soul, such as the loneliness as cold as ice and snow on the mountain peaks, the loneliness as lonely as a shooting star on a winter night.
This is the sword intention of a generation. Ye Shaohan knows that if he wants to become a peerless swordsman, he must learn to be lonely. Only the sword in his hand can always accompany him.
Ye Shaohan couldn't help but see that figure who was close to a god, the man who had no friends in his life, only a sword.
"Ninety-nine percent of the sword intent!" Ye Shaohan murmured softly. Ye Shaohan knew that he would never be able to comprehend 100 percent of the sword intent of the generation.
The sword intention of the generation is to live with a sword and die with a sword in it. He has no friends in his life and is destined to be lonely. However, Ye Shaohan has friends, Zhang Ming, Xiao Fatty, etc.
"Everyone's loneliness is different, but the essence is the same!" Ye Shaohan brushed away the snowflakes, and the Qilin Sword emerged again.
Holding the Qilin Sword in hand, Ye Shaohan pulled out the sword, and the crisp sword roar resounded.
"There is still one step left to reach 100% sword intention, but I still can't cross this step, so let's just let it happen!" Ye Shaohan brought out the sword, but this extremely simple sword contained endless mysteries.
"Then let my killing intent be integrated into this sword intent to form 100% of the sword intent!" Ye Shaohan whispered. In an instant, a shocking killing intent swirled in Ye Shaohan's heart. This meant killing tens of thousands.
The murderous intention formed behind the person.
Blood flowed for thousands of miles, and corpses were pillowed on Qianxun Mountain! Killing one is a sin, killing ten thousand is a hero. As soon as this murderous intention appeared on Ye Shaohan, the air within a few miles fell in vain, and the snowflakes were frozen in the void.
This murderous intention that penetrated deep into the bone marrow caused Gu Hong in the distance to let out several mournful sounds, causing ripples in the space and making the heaven and earth change color in vain.
On Wan Yu Peak, Ning Binning and Ye Shaolan's faces were extremely pale. Under this killing intent, their whole bodies were soaked in cold sweat.
"This killing intention is his killing intention!" Ye Shaolan's face was as white as snowflakes. His killing intention was more terrifying than before. Although Ye Shaolan knew that Ye Shaohan's killing intention was not aimed at her, she still had no reason.
palpitations.
"How many people did he kill?" Ning Binning said with a slightly trembling tone. On the snow-covered Wujian Peak, there were gusts of dark wind. Ning Binning could even hear the howling ghosts and wolves in the sky.
"A lot!" Ye Shaolan whispered: "As long as there is a reason to kill, he will persist without hesitation. This was the case before, it is the same now, and it will be even more so in the future!"
On the precipitous mountain rocks, Jian Yu stood with his sword in hand, his sword eyebrows raised slightly, looking at Wu Jian Peak in the distance, and chuckled: "He has killed a spiritual master realm warrior!"
In this murderous intention, Jian Yu could smell that several spiritual master realm warriors had died in Ye Shaohan's hands.
The killing intent was integrated into his own sword intent, and a sword shadow emerged above Ye Shaohan, filled with endless killing intent.
Standing on the cliff, Qing Jue felt like he was in a trance. He seemed to be able to hear the cries of ghosts, howls of wolves, and screams in the phantom of the sword.
The phantom of the sword's intention blended into Ye Shaohan's life-long killing intention, the killing intention in his past and present lives. For a moment, Ye Shaohan was like a peerless god of death, making people afraid to look directly at him.
"My hands are stained with the blood of many people. How many people are there? I don't know, there are really many!" Ye Shaohan whispered, his eyes gradually becoming confused.
Looking at the endless void, Ye Shaohan's eyes seemed to be able to travel through space and time, seeing his past life and the first prey that died in his hands.
Ye Shaohan remembered that when he first became a killer, his first prey was a sinister businessman, an extremely obese middle-aged man. To this day, Ye Shaohan still remembers the tragic death of the fat man and the fear in his eyes.
Feeling disgusted by killing someone for the first time, feeling confused by killing someone for the first time, Ye Shaohan raised the corner of his mouth, raised his left hand, and a trace of murderous intention merged into the shadow of the sword intention.
As his thoughts continued to wander, the second person Ye Shaohan killed was a young woman. Because she went behind the back of her business boss to keep a pretty boy, the business boss issued a fatwa.
The third one was the son of a merchant. Because he had the sole right to inherit property, he was killed by his uncle Ye Shaohan.
More and more figures flashed in front of Ye Shaohan's eyes. Ye Shaohan's left finger pointed out one after another. Every time he clicked out, a trace of murderous intention was integrated into the sword intention.
It was not until the end of his previous life that Ye Shaohan realized that he had killed 2,312 people in his previous life, including young and old, ranging from national leaders to market vendors.
"It turns out that so many people died in my hands in the previous life, 2,312 people!" Ye Shaohan murmured softly.
A smile emerged. This smile was a bit cold. Ye Shaohan shook his head slightly and sighed: "That's a lifetime!"
The past life has become the past, left in the memory of the past, and has become the past. Only this life is real.
In this life, the first person Ye Shaohan killed was Liu Mei's cousin. To this day, Ye Shaohan still remembers that face, and there is still a look of disbelief on the dead face.
With one pointing, the murderous aura blended into the shadow of the sword. Then came Luo Jue, and then all kinds of people, people killed in the wasteland, people from the Liu family, the Luo family, and people from the Han family came all the way, and Ye Shaohan killed
There are more and more people.
Traces of murderous intent slowly gathered together. Every time a figure appeared in front of his eyes, the murderous intent around him became stronger and stronger.
Under this murderous intention, Qing Jue and others took a few steps back. In their incredible eyes, the entire Wujian Peak had already condensed into a layer of frost.
The black ice aura integrated into Ye Shaohan's body also merged into this murderous intention. The ice layer gradually spread and a layer of frost condensed in the sky above Wan Yu Peak.
Ye Shaohan completely turned a blind eye to all this. He was immersed in his own memories, and all that floated in front of his eyes were the figures of the people he had killed.
Gradually, Ye Shaohan was completely immersed in his memory. His experiences over the past few years seemed to be played backwards. Ye Shaohan was like a stranger, quietly watching this life played backwards.
From the first murder when the bloodline was awakened, to killing Luo Jue for Liu Yuehong, then becoming Ming to kill people, and then entering the Wasteland, all the bits and pieces came together.
Going to the Royal Academy, the trip to the Imperial Capital, the trip to the Sword God Gate, and several defense battles, these scenes appeared in Ye Shaohan's mind.
The figures floating in front of him were getting faster and faster. At first, Ye Shaohan could still call out the names of those people, but later, Ye Shaohan didn't know what those people were called either.
These murderous intentions merged into Ye Shaohan's mind, and the figures of the Lie Sun Sect's crazy massacre of the city remained until now. After a long time, no figures appeared in front of his eyes anymore.
In the end, Ye Shaohan only had the intention to kill in his heart. Life is the beginning of death, death is the continuation of life, and everything is reincarnated.
Life and death are just a manifestation of reincarnation. In this endless killing, Ye Shaohan understood life and death, and a sense of realization came to Ye Shaohan's heart.
Killing also has rules, just like the rules of the wind! Ye Shaohan opened his eyes and looked at the murderous intent that seemed to be materialized in front of him. With a finger, the murderous intent merged into the phantom of the sword.
At this moment, the murderous intention in Ye Shaohan's whole body was completely integrated into the sword intention. At the same time, Ye Shaohan also knew that the evolution of his sword intention was finally reaching its peak.