"Sword Intent has evolved to its peak. I have achieved this step." Looking up, Ye Shaohan looked at the shadow of Sword Intent above his head and murmured softly: "But the biggest gain this time is the Rule of Thunder, even though I have only been exposed to it a little bit.
It’s just fur.”
A flash of lightning flashed in Ye Shaohan's dark eyes, and a bit of lightning emerged from Ye Shaohan's fingertips.
"At the same time, the quality of the Qilin Sword has also improved again. After four tribulations of sword intent, the Qilin Sword already contains a little of the power of heaven and earth!"
"This sword intention tribulation has brought many benefits. The sword intention has evolved to its peak, the physical strength has increased, the quality of the Qilin sword has improved, the rules of thunder have been understood, and the transformation of the soul!" Today's Ye Shaohan's soul is even more powerful.
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"Of course the most important thing is to enter the spiritual master realm and control the rules, not as a first-level spiritual master, but as a second-level spiritual master!" Ye Shaohan raised a smile at the corner of his mouth: "These few months of hard work have not been in vain!"
"I just don't know what the chances are for me to win when I meet the so-called prince, holy son, or proud son now?" The terrifying spiritual energy circulated in his body. Entering the spiritual realm, Ye Shaohan's strength has undoubtedly made a qualitative leap.
"Besides the Spiritual Lord, one is an ant, so the one under the Spiritual Emperor is not an ant! Until he reaches the Spiritual Saint, he will eventually be an ant!" Ye Shaohan said softly, raising his head and looking at the endless void.
"But, are there any powerful spiritual saints on the Martial God Continent?" Ye Shaohan raised his left hand, and lightning emerged from his fingers, making a hissing sound.
Thunder light flashed, followed by a wisp of extremely strange reincarnation flames. Ye Shaohan lowered his head and looked at Wan Yu Peak in the distance, where he felt a shocking fighting spirit.
"A very powerful aura, at least not weaker than that of Qing Jue and the others!" Ye Shaohan whispered. At the same time, he raised his right hand and held the Qilin Sword. A feeling of flesh and blood connected spread in his heart.
"The trial stone after the breakthrough came just in time." Holding the Qilin Sword in one hand, Ye Shaohan's figure was extremely thin, but this thin figure was enough to cover up the world.
Holding the sword in hand, Ye Shaohan walked in the air and walked towards Wanjian Peak step by step. The aura on his body gradually converged and blended into the world.
On Wanjian Peak, countless eyes were staring at the figure that was getting clearer and clearer.
"What a pervert. Compared to your brother, Sister Shaolan, you are too ordinary!" Ning Binning shook her head helplessly.
Hearing this, Ye Shaolan gave Ning Bingning a speechless look, and looked at Ye Shaohan with pride in her eyes. He is the legend of the Ye family and the pride of the Ye family.
Stopping his body, Ye Shaohan looked at the two figures in the wind and snow, nodded slightly without saying anything, moved his eyes upward, fell on Jian Xue, and chuckled: "Your sword is moving!"
"Because he feels excited, an excitement he has not experienced in many years!" Looking at the extremely young face in front of him, a hint of surprise appeared on Jian Xue's indifferent face.
"Surprised?" Ye Shaohan held the Qilin Sword in his hand. The Qilin Sword flew across the sky lightly, knocking down a few snowflakes.
"A bit, because you are too young, and your youth is a bit unexpected!" Ye Shaohan felt a shocking murderous intention in Jian Xue.
"Swords also have age differences, so it doesn't matter if they can kill people!" Ye Shaohan said calmly, with an inexplicable chill in the corners of his eyes.
"A sword that kills people, so my name is Jian Xue. When the sword comes out, there will be blood!" Holding the hilt of the sword with his right hand, Jian Xue still suppressed his fighting spirit and said lightly: "Draw the sword!"
"Why?" Looking at the middle-aged man in front of him, Ye Shaohan also had a little curiosity in his eyes. This man revealed a smell that Ye Shaohan was very familiar with, that was the smell of blood.
"I learned swordsmanship at the age of three, practiced swordsmanship at the age of five, understood swordsmanship at the age of seven, wandered around the Martial God Continent with a sword at the age of fifteen, and challenged various swordsmanship seniors at the age of twenty, and has never been defeated so far!"
"I was born with a sword in my hand and died with a sword in my hand, so draw your sword!" Jian Xue said calmly, his tone was as cold as his sword.
"I live with a sword and die with a sword, just because of this?" In Ye Shaohan's perception, Jian Xue's sword intent became more and more powerful, far surpassing that of Qing Jue and others.
In the depths of Jian Xue's dark eyes, Ye Shaohan saw the existence of a sword, and the first moment he saw Jian Xue, the Qilin Sword was also shaking.
"This is the reason why I draw the sword!" The bright sword light shot up, and a sword appeared in Jian Xue's hand. Surprisingly, the sword was covered with countless broken marks.
This is just an ordinary iron sword, but this iron sword contains a shocking sword intent and killing intent.
This sword has drunk the blood of Spirit Master Realm warriors, and there are no less than dozens of them!
"So I drew my sword!" Before he finished speaking, Jian Xue's figure gradually dissipated and merged into the snow, and his sword blew up the falling snow.
For an instant, Ye Shaohan felt like he was in a trance. He was in a sea of swords, with sword shadows everywhere and no way to escape.
"It's a weird feeling. At that moment, I forgot to draw the sword!" The black and white energy flowed in Ye Shaohan's eyes, "Life and death are eternal!"
Space and time stopped at this moment, but Jian Xue's sword was still nowhere to be found.
His sword has broken through space and time! Lifting the Qilin Sword, Ye Shaohan closed his eyes suddenly and swung out the strongest sword in his heart.
One Sword Allure! The One Sword Allure at this moment contains countless variations of One Sword Allure, thousands of different variations of One Sword Allure are integrated into it, and the One Sword Allure of Ten Thousand Swords Returns to the Clan.
"What if the sword falls over the city!" Ye Shaohan's sword and figure also dissipated. Even Qing Jue and Jue Lin were unable to catch its trajectory. Their swords seemed to disappear out of thin air in this world.
Ding! A crisp sword chant resounded, a unicorn sword and a sword full of cracks, the two swords fell together in vain in the void, and the sword intent exploded above them at the same time.
Bang bang! In an instant, Jian Xue's sword shattered into pieces, turning into endless fragments and falling down. Without the resistance of the long sword, Ye Shaohan's sword broke through the space and landed on Jian Xue's neck.
"I lost!" A smile of relief emerged from the corner of Jian Xue's mouth, a smile that had never appeared in his decades of life.
The broken swords gathered together in vain, forming an iron sword full of cracks again.
Holding the iron sword, an inexplicable trend surged out of Jian Xue's body. This trend was extremely terrifying. Faced with this trend, Qing Jue and others felt a wave of heart palpitations.
Whoosh! Countless sword shadows emerged in vain in the void, the swords were shaped like leaves.
Jian Xue stood quietly in the shadow of the sword, and the aura emanating from her body became stronger and stronger, until she finally broke through to the second level spiritual master.
"Evolution magical power, Spirit Master Level 3!" Fire Qilin whispered.
Jian Yu and the others all looked at this scene in shock, this trend made even their second-level spiritual masters feel fearful.
"Senior brother has made a breakthrough!" Jian Yu knew that his senior brother had reached a bottleneck a long time ago, and today's battle was an opportunity for a breakthrough.
Everything was so natural. Jian Xue opened her eyes and put away the iron sword! Jian Xue raised her right hand and then dropped it suddenly. The iron sword turned into a stream of light and fell towards the back peak of Wan Yu Peak until it was stuck on the rock.
"Jian Yu, do you still remember that rule?" Jian Xue whispered, his whole person even more indifferent, like an unsheathed sword.
Hearing this, Jian Yu's expression changed slightly, and he whispered: "Senior brother!"
"I set the rules back then, so I have to abide by them!" Jian Xue chuckled, turned around, and amid the astonished eyes of everyone, Jian Xue saluted Ye Shaohan and said respectfully: "I have met the master!"
"Master?" Ye Shaohan raised his eyebrows and looked at Jian Yu, waiting for his explanation.
Catching Ye Shaohan's gaze, Jian Yu smiled helplessly and said, "Senior brother made a stipulation when he challenged the senior swordsmen. Whoever defeats him will be a sword slave for twenty years!"
"Twenty years of sword slaves?" The so-called sword slaves are just the lowest slaves. Seeing Jian Xue's expression, Ye Shaohan smiled faintly and said, "I don't need a sword slave!"
Hearing this, Jianxue's expression remained unchanged and she said calmly: "This is my swordsmanship!"
After saying that, Jian Xue took a few steps forward, walked to Ye Shaohan, and said calmly: "Twenty years as a sword slave. From this moment on, there is no longer Jian Xue in the Martial God Continent, only a sword slave."
Jian Xue's eyes were firm, and Ye Shaohan knew that even if he objected, he would not change his mind.
Ye Shaohan got a level 3 sword slave out of thin air, which made Ye Shaohan feel a little bit ridiculous.
"It's up to you!" Lowering his head, Ye Shaohan looked at the two figures standing in the wind below. Ye Shaohan suddenly said: "If you can, go back to Ye's house and don't stay in the Moon Temple!"
After saying these words, Ye Shaohan turned around and walked towards Wujian Peak. Jianxue followed Ye Shaohan closely, like Ye Shaohan's shadow.
"Go back to the Ye family?" Ye Shaolan murmured softly. She wanted to go back to the Ye family all the time, but not at this time. She didn't want to return to the Ye family and become a burden.
Ye Shaolan couldn't help but see Long Ye's expectant eyes, and she couldn't live up to her master's hope.
On Wujian Peak, snowflakes were falling from the sky like running water. When Ye Shaohan stepped over the Wujian Peak, the figures of Qing Jue and others also emerged one after another.
"How long until the day of Zongbi?" Ye Shaohan asked in a low voice, his voice falling into the wind and snow.
"There is still one month, but with our speed, we can reach Zongbi's place in just a few days!" Qing Jue said.
"Then, let's go to the next target!" Feeling the surging spiritual energy in his body, Ye Shaohan said softly.
"In one month, I will understand the four rules, the rules of wind, the rules of ice, the rules of fire, and the rules of thunder!" Ye Shaohan said to himself.
The road to cultivation is long and arduous. Ye Shaohan knew that after he became the master of the Sword God Sect, he would be targeted by the three major halls.
Although the strength of the Spirit Master Realm is good, they still have no strength to resist when facing the Spirit Emperor Realm. The figures of Ye Shaohan and others gradually blurred and disappeared into the wind and snow.
When he was in the fake Spirit Master realm, he challenged the Level 2 Spirit Master warriors. Now that Ye Shaohan was already a Level 2 Spirit Master, the Level 2 Spirit Master warriors could no longer satisfy him. His goal was to reach Level 3 Spirit Master.