"My seat?" The old man in black frowned slightly. The man in front of him spoke in such a crazy tone. How could you use the Void Sword Formation, a sect's treasure, whenever you want?
However, the old man in black did not notice the strangeness of the old man in white. The old man in white had a look of shock in his eyes. The man in front of him gave him a completely different feeling from a few months ago. He was definitely in the spiritual realm. It seemed that he had broken through.
"The Void Sword Formation is a forbidden area for our sect. No one can enter it without the permission of the sect leader!" The old man in black said calmly, and a terrifying aura came out of his body.
Ye Shaohan didn't speak, his eyes kept fixed on the old man in white.
Seeing this, the old man in black was a little angry. The boy in front of him dared to ignore me.
The old man in black wanted to speak out again, but the old man in white raised his right hand in vain, held the old man in black's shoulder, took a step forward, met Ye Shaohan's eyes, and said in a deep voice: "I want to fight you!"
The fighting spirit filled the old man in white in vain. Under the stunned eyes of the old man in black, the old man in white actually held a sword that he had not used for several years.
"Otherwise, I will regret it for the rest of my life!" Holding the sword, the old man in white suddenly took a step forward.
The sword intent condensed and the rules emerged. The old man's figure turned into a stream of light and shot out. The sword in his hand turned into thousands of sword shadows. Tens of thousands of sword shadows drowned Ye Shaohan's figure in an instant.
Seeing the snow-like figure in white clothes being submerged by the shadow of the sword, the old man in black couldn't help but be startled: "What happened to Wuwei today? It's so abnormal!"
"Even if someone comes to borrow the Void Sword Formation, you don't have the strongest swordsmanship with just one move!" The old man in black muttered: "That boy is so arrogant, he may have a strong backing. If you dance, you, the old boy, will give me the best swordsmanship!"
If you destroy it, wouldn't that bring a big enemy to our Eternal Sword Sect!" Just as the old man in black muttered, the old man in white thrust out a sword again, the strongest sword, and the bright sword light merged into the shadows of thousands of swords.
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The most powerful sword! When the old man in white used this sword, it was more terrifying than a few months ago. Even if it could not defeat the man, it was enough to repel him.
The old man in white looked through the dense sword shadows and landed on the center of the sword shadows, where there was a figure whose white clothes were as white as snow.
However, when he looked at it, the old man's eyes became dull. He saw Ye Shaohan's right hand pointing towards a sword, raising one finger and gently tapping it down. Endless chill filled the air and the flying sword shadow was immediately frozen.
It was not just the shadow of the sword that was frozen. In just a moment, the old man felt a chill coming over him. A layer of frost spread out from the tip of the sword. In an instant, the frost spread and froze his figure instantly.
When the wind blew, the frozen sword shadows dissipated, but the figure of the old man in white remained frozen in the void.
The snow fell, and Ye Shaohan's figure passed directly past the old man in white, and landed on the Void Sword Formation in the distance. The Void Sword Formation was spinning in vain, and Ye Shaohan's figure gradually dissipated.
At this moment, the ice around the body of the old man in white had just melted away. The old man in white turned around and his eyes were still looking at the Void Sword Formation dully, even though Ye Shaohan was no longer there.
The wind blows and the snow flies! The old man in black looked at this scene with the same horror. The dancing old boy was defeated, defeated so completely.
"Is that a magical power?" The old man in black walked to the old man in white and asked uncertainly.
"Do you still remember what you said before?" the old man in white said.
"What are you talking about?" The old man in black was startled and looked at the old man in white with confusion.
"Earlier you asked me how sure I would be of defeating that person if I met him now! Haha, I said 40% before!"
"But now I realize that the gap between him and me is getting bigger and bigger. I was defeated before he even made a single move with his sword!" At the end of the sentence, the old man in white turned around and walked towards the flying snowflakes, his figure looking a little lonely.
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The expression of horror and shock on the old man in black changed erratically. The dullness in the eyes of the old man in white seemed to be transferred to the eyes of the old man in black. The old man in black looked blankly at the Void Sword Formation. The young man from before was that person.
After more than thirty sects in succession, Ye Shaohan's figure only appeared for a moment before disappearing into the Void Sword Formation.
As the Void Sword Formation was activated more and more often, Ye Shaohan was getting closer and closer to Fengzong Island.
As he got closer to Fengzong Island, Ye Shaohan felt a shocking aura, even though he was still tens of thousands of miles away from Fengzong Island.
Under the dark night, Ye Shaohan's figure streaked across the sky like a falling star.
Zongbi, wait, I’m here!
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Dawn breaks, and the first ray of light falls on Fengzong Island.
For a moment, tens of thousands of sword chants resounded in vain on Fengzong Island, just for a moment, and the whole world seemed to have become a sea of sword chants.
"Zongbi on the second day!" A loud voice drowned out the sound of swords resounding from heaven and earth.
Whoosh! Countless rays of sword light emerged on Fengzong Island, followed by a roar.
Below Fengzong Island, the ice is floating on the sea, so boundless that you can't see the edge at a glance.
Thousands of powerful auras burst out in vain on the ice, and thousands of figures stood up in vain, looking up at the Fengzong Island suspended in mid-air.
The three days of training are for this moment, fighting for glory.
The aura was permeating the air, and the ice below could not withstand this terrifying pressure. Cracks began to spread on the ice.
Bang bang! Thousands of sword lights shot up and rushed towards Fengzong Island.
Qing Jue opened his eyes, removed all the energy around him, stood up and looked at Fengzong Island, and said calmly: "Let's go!"
"The Moon God Era is coming today!" Jue Lin whispered, a terrifying aura emanating from his body.
The five people in Wuling stood up one after another. Despite several days of training, the injuries of several people were relieved.
People from the Qinglong Tribe, the Xuanwu Tribe, the ### Tribe, and the three ancient tribes stood up one after another and stood behind Wu Ling and others. For a moment, a general trend gathered above the crowd.
The momentum of the Sword God Sect! Qing Jue took the lead in leaping into the void and rushed towards Fengzong Island, followed closely by Wu Ling and others.
Dozens of sword lights flashed across the sky, and the steps representing the sect's levels gradually emerged in the eyes of Qing Jue and others.
For a time, tens of thousands of eyes fell on Qing Jue and the others. The scene that happened three days ago had spread throughout Fengzong Island.
Qing Jue stopped and looked up at the top step. There, the masters of the three major halls and others had already taken their places. Even the Prince of the Moon God, the Son of the Sword God, and the proud son of the Martial God had also arrived.
With slightly lowered eyes, Qing Jue, Jue Lin, and Xuan Ren did not return to the sect of the second-rate sect, but instead walked towards the sect of the second-rate sect.
Now that the three major ancient tribes have returned to the Sword God Sect, they naturally have to go to the sect that represents the Sword God Sect.
Dozens of figures fell down, and the disciples of the surrounding sects all felt depressed. Although Qing Jue and others had restrained their aura, the pressure of the Spirit Master Realm warriors still made everyone afraid to breathe.
Three days ago, those sects that mocked the Sword God Sect were extremely quiet now and did not dare to look directly at Wu Ling and the others.
"Fire Emperor!" Looking at the superior Suzaku Clan, Qing Jue sighed slightly. He knew that three days ago, the Suzaku Clan was separated from other ancient tribes.
Aware of Qing Jue's gaze, the Fire Emperor opened his eyes, glanced at Qing Jue and the others and then closed his eyes again. But at the moment he closed his eyes, a trace of determination flashed in the Fire Emperor's eyes.
As more and more sects arrived, the pressure on Fengzong Island became increasingly terrifying.
"Green Dragon Seal, ### Seal, Xuanwu Seal!" The prince's half-squinted eyes showed a smile on his evil face: "Guardian of the Five Generations of Moon Gods, interesting chess piece!"
"But will you still allow the fifth generation to grow?" Glancing at the three palace masters, the prince raised his right hand to hold the falling snowflakes, "With so many chess pieces laid out, the chess game has begun to fight!"
"It's time for that mysterious force to emerge from the water!" The prince's eyes gradually closed, and the breath all over his body turned into nothingness.
"It's getting harder and harder to see through!" Xuan Wuye opened his eyes and looked at the prince.
The black mist surged, and the figure of the Holy Son was wrapped in it. His eyes were always looking at the Prince greedily.
On the other hand, the Martial God's Arrogant Man remained silent. He closed his eyes tightly and his spiritual energy surged around him. He was obviously practicing.
The rising sun is rising slowly on the horizon, and its soft sunlight coats the flying snowflakes with a layer of golden yellow.
Three days ago, the blood-stained side of the platform had been covered by snow. The losers were buried on this stage forever. No one knows how many geniuses and strong men were buried on this stage.
The old man and others representing the referees came out of the endless void one after another. The pressure of their Spiritual Emperor realm spread out, and the surrounding snowflakes were strangely still in the void.
The old man stepped in the air, walked directly above the platform, and made a sword movement towards the three hall masters and others.
Immediately, the old man turned around and grabbed the void with his right hand. Invisible fluctuations spread and the void shattered in vain.
Ding! The clear sound of sword chants came from the broken void, and a huge stone sword emerged from the broken void, and finally turned into a long rainbow and fell downwards.
Bang bang! The stone sword fell on the platform, and half of the sword tip was already submerged into the platform. Its terrifying sword energy filled the huge sword body. Finally, these sword energy gradually formed some words: Star Sect vs. Thousand Machine Sect
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Thousands of machines are changing, and the figure of the leader of the Qianji Sect appears strangely on the platform. The pressure of the fake spiritual master spreads out in the surroundings, causing ripples.
Stars filled the sky, and the Star Sect Master walked up step by step. Countless stars suddenly appeared behind him. When the Star Sect Master stepped on the platform, the whole world darkened in vain.
As the snow fell, the figure of the leader of the Thousand Machines Sect suddenly transformed into several afterimages, changing in countless ways. For a time, countless sword shadows rushed towards the Star Sect.
"Thousands of possibilities!" The leader of the Star Sect whispered, and raised his sword. This sword affected the stars behind him, filling the sky with stars.