A sharp explosion suddenly sounded, and wind blades shot over like rain. The bright light cyan light instantly enveloped Ye Shaohan's whole body, cutting off all his paths.
Ye Shaohan raised his eyes slightly, exhaled slightly, and his eyes instantly became sharp.
He looked at the approaching wind blade with a calm expression. He raised his palm slowly and slowly, and opened his slightly curled palm.
Invisible energy spurted out with the wind from his palms. He kicked his feet slightly, and his figure shot out suddenly. His palms broke through the wind blade and pressed towards Ye Shaomin. His murderous intent was unmistakable.
The icy murderous aura swept over like a cold wind, and Ye Shaomin sneered several times. Although Ye Shaohan broke the wind blade to his surprise, several wind blades still extended from the palm of his hand again, waving them forward crazily, thinking
To block Ye Shaohan's figure, Ye Shaomin took a few steps back almost at that moment.
Seeing that Ye Shaohan was still approaching unhurriedly, Ye Shaomin's face was filled with joy. However, at that moment, he couldn't help but reveal a hint of horror. The air around him rippled, and invisible energy surged towards Ye Shaomin like a torrent of wind blades.
Go, the huge force instantly disintegrates the wind blade.
Ye Shaohan's figure slowly appeared in everyone's sight, the black robe was as motionless as before!
There was deathly silence. Even an ordinary first-level spiritual master might not be able to take Ye Shaomin's attack just now. However, Ye Shaohan took it so calmly. Ye Gaotong looked at Ye Shaohan with strange eyes, such speed and explosive power.
At least not what a ninth-level spiritual warrior should have.
"How is that possible?" Ye Gaofeng's eyes flickered. At this moment, the corners of his mouth twitched, and a feeling of uneasiness spread in his heart.
Ye Shaohan took a step slowly, looked at Ye Shaomin with a slightly mocking look, and said with a grin: "Ye Shaohan, you are so incompetent! The power of Huang-level martial arts is so ridiculous!"
Then he slowly shook his head, took a few steps again, raised his long arms, pointed at Ye Shaomin and sneered: "I'm a little doubtful at this moment whether you are a first-level spiritual master or not!"
In response to Ye Shaohan's mocking tone and indifferent eyes, Ye Shaomin roared several times, and several terrifying wind blades once again extended from the palm of his hand, turning into streams of light and shooting towards Ye Shaohan.
However, the seemingly powerful wind blade was turned into ashes with a casual touch of Ye Shaohan's fingers, and the sarcasm on his face became even more intense at this time.
Ye Shaohan sighed helplessly: "What a bitch, Ye Shaomin, are you a man? Can you be stronger? Can you adjust the accuracy? You are a fool. Watch it before you fight!"
Ye Shaohan's sarcastic words made Ye Shaomin's face turn red. He kicked his feet suddenly, and his hands turned into claws. The terrifying spiritual energy flowed in the fingertips, turning into a shadow and rushing toward Ye Shaohan who was sneering at the corner of his mouth.
Go, the rapidly moving figure kept rubbing against the air, making a sharp explosion.
"Flying Eagle Claw!" Ye Shaomin's roar exploded like thunder on the martial arts platform. Ye Gaofeng looked at Ye Shaomin's wildly shooting figure, with a hint of expectation in his eyes.
Even an ordinary second-level spiritual master would not dare to underestimate the power of the flying eagle claw, let alone the weak ninth-level spiritual master in front of him.
At this moment, Ye Gaofeng seemed to see the scene where Ye Shaohan's blood was spilled on the martial arts platform. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but chuckle.
However, at this moment, the smile on Ye Gaofeng's face turned into a look of horror. In his horrified eyes, Ye Shaohan kicked out his right foot like lightning, making sharp explosions.
And that kick hit Ye Shaomin right on the chest. Ye Shaomin felt as if he had been hit hard by a heavy hammer, and fell backwards as weakly as a kite with its string broken.
At the moment when Ye Shaomin's toes were about to touch the ground, Ye Shaohan's figure shot out. His clenched right hand slowly released, turned into a fist, and held Ye Shaomin's red neck with his five fingers. In his horrified eyes,
The strength of Ye Shaomin's hand continued to increase, and he slowly lifted Ye Shaomin up.
Ye Shaohan slowly turned around and looked indifferently at Ye Gaofeng, who had a look of shock on his face outside the martial arts platform. His eyes immediately fell on Ye Shaomin, and his calm voice resounded across the martial arts platform that was as silent as death: "You
Lost!"
Ye Shaohan's calm voice echoed in the square, and eyes containing various emotions kept looking at the tall back, silent for a long time.
Then bursts of gasps slowly sprung up from around the martial arts platform.
Ye Shaohan's eyes were indifferent, and he reached out and grabbed Ye Shaomin's neck, lifted his body up in the air, and held it high. A little spiritual energy slowly emerged from Ye Shaohan's fingertips, and a sharp explosion suddenly sounded, and several
Eye-catching hand marks appeared on Ye Shaomin's neck.
Ye Shaomin's originally arrogant face turned red, and the force coming from his neck made him feel suffocated.
Ye Shaohan's left hand unhurriedly poked out from his sleeve. In the surprised eyes of the people around him, a little wind-attribute spiritual energy surged out crazily, turning into wind blades and blowing towards Ye Shaomin's knees. Then his left hand was like
Like a sharp blade, invisible force surrounded the fingertips, stabbing Ye Shaohan's knees.
"Crack! Click!" The crisp sound of bones cracking came from Ye Shaomin's left knee, and bright red liquid continued to drip down the sole of his foot.
The ticking sound was as loud as thunder at this moment. Looking at the figure on the martial arts platform, a few people felt a chill.
Everything happened so suddenly, Ye Gaofeng finally felt the uneasiness in his heart at this moment. That uneasiness came from the figure on the martial stage - Ye Shaohan!
His eyes were red, his old body was constantly trembling, his lips trembled slightly, and a sinister voice slowly floated out of his mouth: "Niezi, you are looking for death!"
Ye Shaohan raised his eyes slightly, looking past the figures of several people, and immediately landed on Ye Gaofeng, who was full of evil spirits. At this moment, a trace of amusement appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"Click! Click!" There were several more bursting sounds, coming from Ye Shaomin's right knee, and the blood pouring out instantly dyed Ye Shaomin's white robe red.
A few girls turned their heads unbearably. In addition to the sound of blood dripping to the ground, the whole place was filled with the heavy breathing of everyone.
Looking at Ye Gaofeng, the spiritual energy in his body surged out of his body like a tide. A sharp explosion suddenly sounded. He kicked his feet slightly and shot towards the martial arts platform in vain.
However, a figure was faster than Ye Gaofeng. Ye Gaoye was like a rainbow. The figure suddenly appeared at the edge of the martial arts platform, standing in the sky. He was a strong man in the Spirit Emperor Realm!
Ye Gaoye's big withered yellow hand slowly poked out from his sleeves and immediately moved forward.
Ye Gaofeng's figure fell backwards like a kite with broken strings, followed closely by Ye Gaoye's slightly low but majestic voice: "The life and death duel on the martial platform cannot be stopped by outsiders, Ye Gaofeng
, as an elder, don’t you know this rule?”
Ye Shaohan looked at Ye Gaofeng with a slight indifference, and slowly raised his right hand again. He slowly turned around, facing Ye Shaomin's pale face towards Ye Gaofeng.
Then, Ye Shaohan let go of his right hand, and Ye Shaomin's body suddenly fell down, landing on his knees with a dull crashing sound, and he knelt in front of him.
Pain flooded Ye Shaomin's nerves like a tide. At this moment, his face was pale and filled with shock.
Ye Shaohan's right hand seemed to be slowly and slowly clenched into the void, and he punched a few random punches. Sharp explosions continued, and the terrifying wind-attribute aura surrounded his fist.
Seeing this, Ye Gaofeng suddenly stopped, kicked on the ground and took a few steps back, screaming in panic, "We surrender! We surrender!"
However, Ye Gaoye, who was standing in the air, did not move at all. He looked at Ye Shaohan with strange eyes. Ye Shaohan's cruelty was obviously beyond his expectation.
Ye Shaohan glanced at Ye Gaofeng indifferently, and his fist suddenly fell towards Ye Shaomin's chest. Ye Shaomin's slightly protruding chest instantly dented.
Before Ye Shaomin screamed, Ye Shaohan suddenly kicked forward several times with his right foot. Each kick contained extremely terrifying force, and a low muffled sound suddenly sounded.
The disciples of the Ye family who were watching all over the place looked at Ye Shaomin, who was like a sandbag, catching a trace of blood several meters long on the hard floor, and a chill could not help but come out of their bones.
However, everything was not over yet. Ye Shaohan stepped slightly and followed Ye Shaomin closely.
Ye Shaohan stepped on Ye Shaomin's shoulder with his right foot, and the terrifying force instantly shattered the bones in Ye Shaomin's shoulder.
The heart-shaking violent sounds were mixed with Ye Shaomin's feeble screams, which deeply stimulated Ye Gaofeng.
Ye Gaofeng roared out, and Ye Gaoye, who stood in the air regardless of the void, shot out again and jumped onto the martial stage in vain. However, the moment his feet just touched the ground...
Ye Gaoye lightly clapped his hands forward several times, but the terrifying strong wind blocked Ye Gaofeng's progress.
Even though the spiritual energy in Ye Gaofeng's body was flowing crazily, he could never move forward even half a minute.
Despair, anger, and murderous intent were constantly transforming on Ye Gaofeng's face, because the person lying in a pool of blood was his only son.
Ye Shaohan glanced at Ye Gaofeng indifferently, without the slightest hesitation in his eyes. He raised his right foot slightly and stepped on Ye Shaomin's other shoulder again. The sound of broken bones sounded again. Ye Shaomin's scream was just halfway out before he was drowned by the pain.
He fell out, his eyes turned black, and he immediately fainted.
Ye Gaofeng's dark eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes, and he roared crazily: "Ye Shaohan, I surrender for my son!" His roar resounded throughout the training ground.
Ye Shaohan raised his eyes slightly, looked at Ye Gaofeng expressionlessly, and said lightly: "Oh, I wonder if Elder Ye Gaofeng thinks that I have taken Dream Pill at this time. If the elder still thinks so, I would be interested in continuing with Ye Shaomin.
Get down!"
"No, I admit that the attributes in your blood have awakened, and it is definitely not the result of taking Dream Pill!" Seeing this, Ye Gaofeng couldn't help but exclaimed with a hint of joy in his tone.