At the same time, this sword intent seemed to materialize, directly damaging the souls of the two of them, and a feeling of dizziness spread in their bodies.
"Thinking back to those days, when the Sword God was angry, the Martial God was shaken. But now, it's really ridiculous. The entire Sword God Sect can't even touch my finger!" Xueying's voice hovered in the void, but Xueying's figure still persisted.
Gradually dissipated.
It only took half of the night to fly over half of the Falling Rain Country. The speed of the blood shadow was extremely fast, and the mountains below quickly retreated.
After noticing that there was no more disciple of the Sword God Sect behind him, the mockery on Xueying's face became even stronger, and he chuckled: "It's rare that the Holy Son has arranged such a simple task for me!"
With a slight kick, the figure of the blood shadow continued to change, and blood-colored afterimages spread out.
Just when the blood shadow was about to reach the edge of Falling Rain Country, several terrifying auras erupted in vain.
Two figures emerged from the void, and space ripples spread out in all directions. This pressure directly suppressed the void within a radius of thousands of miles.
Upon noticing these two figures, Xueying's face suddenly changed, and his voice became a bit harsh: "Spiritual Emperor Realm!"
"The Land of Falling Rain is a forbidden area for spiritual warriors. Leave quickly. At the same time, put that woman down. You can't touch her!" A majestic voice resounded, as loud as thunder from the sky.
The sound wave turned into actual sword energy, flowing in all directions, directly surrounding the blood shadow.
"Supernatural power!" Xueying's face showed a rare look of solemnity. These sword energies had cut off the connection between him and the surrounding space, and it was as if the place where he stood had become a desperate place.
"Suppress!" Two shouts resounded in vain, and two shocking wills burst out from the two figures. These two wills directly suppressed the blood shadows.
The will of martial arts! The will of martial arts suppresses the soul, and magical power suppresses the body! Seeing this, Xueying chuckled: "I didn't expect that I would be able to have two guardians join forces to deal with it today. This is my honor."
Xueying's voice was always filled with endless chill, and his voice still hovered in the sky, but Xueying's figure still turned into a burst of mist in vain. The sword energy directly penetrated the bloody mist, and the bloody mist gradually dissipated.
Two terrifying wills still permeated the void, and two figures emerged from where the blood shadow had stood before. Both of them looked around solemnly, frowning, and one of them said: "Disappeared!"
"It should be some kind of magical power, a strange magical power!" Another person said solemnly: "That woman is related to the fifth generation, there is no room for error, inform the inner court!"
"Yeah!" Space ripples spread out one after another, and the two people's figures dissipated in vain.
Hundreds of feet away, Xue Ying's figure emerged. At this moment, Xue Ying's face was extremely pale, and there was even a trace of blood hanging from the corner of his mouth.
"Guardian!" Blood Shadow whispered: "I haven't seen him for hundreds of years, but he is still so annoying. If I hadn't forcibly used the blood escape magical power, I would have to explain it here today!"
"However, the mission of the Holy Son has been completed!" The blood shadow whispered, his aura completely disappeared, and his body turned into a rainbow and flew across the sky.
After a few breaths, two black mist emerged from where the blood shadow had been standing before, and there were two figures in the black mist.
"Do you want to intercept that woman?" A deep voice sounded, and then another voice sounded: "No, the Lord only ordered to protect the Ye family, not the Sword God Sect!"
The sound dissipated and the black mist dissipated in vain.
Sword Witch Sect! Two flying figures, their turbulent spatial turbulence hits the surrounding void.
Standing in the void, Ye Shaohan looked at the bright sword light with an indifferent expression. He raised the corner of his mouth and murmured softly: "Ice freezes everything in the world and crushes everything."
A layer of frost spread out from the bright sword light. In just a moment, the sword light was frozen in vain.
It was not just the sword light that was frozen, but also the figure.
At this moment, Ye Shaohan raised his sword and broke through the ice with a light sword, and his Qilin sword came to rest on everyone's neck.
Seeing the horrified expression of the Sword Witch Sect leader, Ye Shaohan said calmly: "I admit it!"
Sword Witcher Sect, win seven out of seven battles! After saying that, Ye Shaohan turned around and left Sword Witcher Sect with Qing Jue and others, just as they had come.
When you come, you don’t bring a single cloud with you. When you leave, you wave your sleeves and you don’t take away a single cloud.
Everyone in the Sword Witch Sect stared blankly at the departing figures, that streak of white clothing forever imprinted in the depths of their eyes.
Only Jue Lin looked at Ye Shaohan with surprise in his eyes: "That's the rule of ice!"
Life continues, and so does Ye Shaohan's journey of challenge. White clothes, white snow, and sword light gradually merge together.
Feifengmen! Dresses are flying, hundreds of women are holding swords, looking solemnly at the figure dancing in the sky.
Ye Shaohan has seen many dances, but he has never seen a dance with such intoxicating eyes.
Feifeng Sect Master's every move and gesture caught everyone's attention. The afterimage spread out and filled the void, as did the sword light.
Ye Shaohan's expression was always clear and clear, and he was not immersed in the dance in front of him.
"The dance is good, and the sword is also good!" Ye Shaohan murmured softly: "The most beautiful things hide an unknown murderous intention!"
"It's a pity that fire consumes everything in the world and turns it into ashes." The flames of reincarnation poured out of Ye Shaohan's body crazily. In just a moment, the void became a sea of fire.
Ye Shaohan stabbed out his sword, and the flames followed Ye Shaohan like an overwhelming fire. The afterimages and sword light all around turned into nothingness.
The flames slapped the surrounding void, and a beautiful silhouette emerged.
At the same time, the Qilin Sword traced a path and a brilliant sword light emerged. This sword light was more beautiful than the dance of the master of Feifeng Sect, making people intoxicated.
Ding! The fire dispersed, the sword stopped, and the Qilin Sword stopped at the center of the eyebrows of the Feifeng Sect Master. When he caught a glimpse of the pale face, Ye Shaohan said lightly: "I admit it!"
The west rolled up, the snowflakes fell slantingly, and Ye Shaohan's figure also disappeared in the wind and snow.
Qing Jue looked solemnly at the flames that gradually turned into nothingness, and said in a low voice: "The rules of fire, the fifth generation can actually control the rules to such an extent!"
"It's only been a few days, it's too scary." Jue Lin added, looking at the white man in the eyes, the look of respect became more and more intense.
In addition to traveling, he is practicing. Now that Ye Shaohan's sword intention has evolved to its peak, Ye Shaohan focuses on the rules and is immersed in his own world.
On Ye Shaohan's body, thunder light appeared from time to time, strong wind bursts of flames emerged, and the cold air filled the air, which was extremely strange.
No matter what kind, Ye Shaohan always carries a dangerous aura around him, making it impossible for anyone to get close to him.
The electric light appeared on Ye Shaohan's fingertips and hissed! Raising his head, Ye Shaohan looked at the sky and said to himself: "Compared to before, I can control it skillfully."
Ye Shaohan's strength is improving every moment, which is obvious to everyone. At this moment, Qing Jue and Jue Lin met Ye Shaohan, and neither of them had any confidence to defeat Ye Shaohan.
Fengyun Sect! Two figures are flying in the void, one is like the wind, the other is like the clouds, the wind and cloud combine, and the power is almost skyrocketing.
Two surging sword pillars rotated around Ye Shaohan, and gradually, these two sword pillars surrounded his figure.
Holding the Qilin Sword, Ye Shaohan narrowed his eyes and looked quietly at the sword pillar transformed by the sword energy. Although the sword pillar was tangible, it was as intangible as the clouds in the sky.
A sword pillar was invisible, like wind, but its cold wind shattered the surrounding space.
"It's a very strange rule!" Ye Shaohan said to himself: "With the combined power of two people, these two different rules can actually be superimposed."
Hiss! Electric light emerged from the palm of Ye Shaohan's hand. The electric light wrapped around Ye Shaohan's right hand strangely, covering the Qilin Sword.
For a moment, the electric light on Ye Shaohan's body was strong. At the same time, Ye Shaohan stepped suddenly, lightning flashed under his feet, and his speed was more terrifying than before, and he shot out.
"Thunder, with the power of thunder, destroy everything in the world. Be it wind or cloud!" Ye Shaohan raised his sword, and the sword energy poured out, and the thunder followed like a torrent.
"Then use lightning to cut off this damn sword pillar, Lei Qie!" The lightning flashed, and under the reflection of the lightning, Ye Shaohan's eyes seemed to be dyed with lightning, and a general trend with incomparable destructive power condensed out.
This sword struck down in the air with the force of thunder.
Thunder cut! Where the lightning flashed, the sword pillar suddenly shattered! Seeing this, Ye Shaohan's expression condensed, and the Qilin Sword swung out again, and struck down with one strike.
Bang bang! Two embarrassed figures jumped feebly toward the rear, and at the same time, two dazzling sword lights shot out.
"One sword can conquer the city!" Ye Shaohan still used this sword, and the bright sword light was enough to cover the entire virtual world.
It wasn't until the sword light receded that the two figures landed on the ground, and Ye Shaohan stood in the void holding his sword. Looking at the two figures below, Ye Shaohan said lightly: "I admit it!"
Fengyun Sect fought thirteen times and won thirteen times. Even when Ye Shaohan faced two second-level spiritual warriors on his own, he was still able to defeat them.
"The Rules of Thunder!" Qing Jue whispered, and he found that Ye Shaohan's control over the Rules of Thunder was no less than his own.
As long as he had a little insight, Ye Shaohan would apply it in actual combat. Only actual combat is the best verification method.
Yujian Pavilion! Seven first-level spiritual warriors, two second-level spiritual warriors, nine figures stood in the sky, their terrifying auras tightly locked Ye Shaohan.
Looking at the seven people around him, Ye Shaohan looked calm and his sword intent was concentrated on his body. Today, he would challenge the combined attack of the nine people in front of him with his own strength.
The Master of Yujian Pavilion glanced at Qilin Sword and said solemnly: "Your Excellency, you really want to challenge us with your own strength."
Hearing this, Ye Shaohan gently moved the Qilin Sword and said calmly: "Yeah!"
As soon as these words came out, a general trend immediately surged up among the nine people, and this general trend tightly suppressed Ye Shaohan.