Wu Ling and others stared at this scene in a daze, their eyes fixed on the white-clothed figure Shengxue. Their sect master had arrived, walking from the endless void with purple thunder, snowflakes, and flames all over the sky.
Wu Ling covered his broken arm and smiled, knowing that his efforts were not in vain.
There was a glint in the corner of Chu Ge's eyes, and the sword in his hand vibrated slightly. The sect master had never let them down.
Lin Bian tightly grasped the giant sword behind his back and suppressed. From now on, he not only represents the Sword God Sect to suppress everything, but also represents the Moon God.
Xiao Ding kept laughing, and his smile was still so indifferent. He always believed that the figure of Shengxue in white would appear, because he could not forget the blood shadow above the Sword God Gate.
Even Luo Zeng, who had been silent all this time, smiled. The general trend of the Sword God Sect was gathered on everyone. In the wind and snow, the figures of Wu Ling and others became more and more upright, like a sharp sword.
At this moment, not only Qing Jue and others were shocked, but Jian Yu and others were also shocked.
Wan Yu Sword Sect, Jian Yu suddenly stood up, his pupils shrank, staring at the figure of Sheng Xue in white under the silver moon, Zi Lei cheered for him, the flames beat for him, the snowflakes danced for him. The endless power of heaven and earth merged into
Within that figure, this feeling could only change after fully controlling the rules. Jian Yu remembered that a month ago, that person had just passed the last Sword Intent level, but now, he seemed to be completely in control of the rules.
Not only Jian Yu was so shocked, but also the Pavilion Master of Bajian Pavilion, the Sect Master of Eternal Sword Sect, the Sect Master of Fire Dance Sect, etc. They all took a few breaths. A few months ago, that person was just a fake Spirit Master.
Now, this person actually controls the rules. At this moment, if they encounter this figure again, they have no confidence to defeat him. They still can't forget that sword intention and that brilliant sword.
That sword that shocked the world and moved ghosts and gods was still deep in their minds. Jian Yu sighed slightly: "At the beginning, I couldn't understand him, and now, I can't understand him more and more!"
"Not only can you Jianyu not understand it, I can't understand it either, but one thing I know is that this era is not just the era of those three legends!" the Pavilion Master of Bajian Pavilion whispered.
The black mist surged, and the Holy Son's gaze was like a real sword light, staring straight at the figure under the silver moon. His heart was shaken, but more importantly, he was filled with ecstasy.
"A very strong body. Compared to him, Wuhen, you are really rubbish. Haha, I didn't expect his body to be so strong. I'm going to kill this body!" The black mist surged, and the killing intent was on the Holy Son.
His eyes were surging.
Xuan Wuye's eyes flickered. His cultivation was very strong, much stronger than Jian Yu and others. After that figure appeared, he saw a trace of fluctuations in magical power.
There are also fluctuations in some rules. What shocks Xuan Wuye even more is that there are not just two types of rules, but multiple types, ice rules, thunder rules, fire rules, wind rules, and another rule, the killing rule.
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In those dark eyes, Xuan Wuye seemed to see hell on earth.
"Five generations!" Sitting in the endless sword energy, Murong Yu sighed softly: "What an amazing growth!"
The Master of the Martial Arts Temple was also looking into the void, but no one could understand the look in his eyes.
The sect leaders of those first-class sects also looked at the void with fear. They were already in the Spiritual Emperor realm, but their souls also felt a pressure.
"Who is he?" Lin Xuan caught a glimpse of the expressions of Qing Jue and others, his eyes still filled with disbelief: "Will he be the leader of the Sword God Sect?"
"Who is he?" This confusion not only existed in Lin Xuan's heart, but also in the hearts of everyone. For a while, several whispers sounded, and everyone was talking about this person.
Even the old man who was the sect leader looked at that figure with deep meaning. In that figure, he felt a message that he was afraid of.
Bang! Purple thunder tore the space apart, and thousands of thunders roared together. Under the explosion of thunder from heaven and earth, the surroundings became silent in vain, because those sect disciples found that an unprecedented pressure filled their hearts.
, they felt almost suffocated.
Thunder rumbled all over the sky and condensed. As that figure stepped out, the thunder all over the sky merged into that figure.
In the first step, thousands of thunders gathered together and merged into Ye Shaohan's body. In the second step, the endless roar of the wind merged into the center of Ye Shaohan's eyebrows. In the third step, silver flames jumped and merged into Ye Shaohan's right eye. In the fourth step, endless chill filled the air.
, blended into Ye Shaohan’s left eye.
The fifth step, the green dragon shadow, the ### shadow, the Xuanwu shadow, blend into the silver moon. The sixth step, the silver moon blends into the moon god's mark.
Every time he takes a step, the heaven and earth will shake in vain. His steps can shake the heaven and earth.
There is no more thunder, no more chill, no more wind, no more flames in the void, only the flying snowflakes and that figure, a figure dressed in white that outshines the snow, remain.
Dressed in white, with long black hair flying behind his back, Ye Shaohan stepped out step by step and walked towards the platform.
Seeing the figure getting closer and closer, the old man whispered: "Who are you?"
Dressed in white and making hunting noises.
The snowflakes were still falling, Ye Shaohan said calmly: "Some people call me the fifth generation, some people call me the sect master, the sword god and the fifth generation moon god!"
The plain words resounded, and Ye Shaohan looked at the old man indifferently.
The dull gaze brought endless pressure to the old man. The old man raised his head and looked at the three palace masters.
Xuan Wuye closed his eyes and nodded without trace. Seeing this, the old man stepped back and no longer blocked Ye Shaohan.
"Now that the Sword God Sect Sect Master has arrived, this competition will officially begin!" the old man said slowly, disappearing into the wind and snow.
Bang! Ye Shaohan walked towards the platform step by step. The snow fell. Ye Shaohan stepped on the platform and looked at the master of Bingning Pavilion in front of him with a calm expression.
Endless cold air emerged around the owner of the Ice Ning Pavilion, and its ice crystals emerged.
The master of Bingning Pavilion raised his head, with a little shock on his beautiful face: "Are you the master of the Sword God Sect?"
The voice was as sweet as an oriole. Looking at the white-clothed Shengxue figure in front of him, the master of Bingning Pavilion no longer had any fighting intention in his heart.
Hearing this, Ye Shaohan raised his head, glanced at the master of Bingning Pavilion, and said calmly: "Ye Shaohan, master of the Sword God Sect!"
Ding! An ice sword appeared in the hand of the Bing Ning Pavilion Pavilion Master. The Bing Ning Pavilion Pavilion Master raised his steps, took one step forward, and jumped tens of feet directly.
Bang bang! The bright sword light tore apart the void. The long sword in the hand of the Bingning Pavilion master waved, and wisps of sword energy emerged, pulling the surrounding wind and snow.
With his eyes raised slightly, Ye Shaohan looked at the sword shadow that was shooting towards him. Under the gaze of countless eyes, Ye Shaohan raised his right hand, pointed it at the sword, and pointed it out lightly with one finger.
Bang! Ye Shaohan's finger landed on the shadow of the sword, and an explosion of metal clashing resounded.
Bang bang! A beautiful shadow fell backwards like a kite with its string cut off. The master of Bingning Pavilion's face was extremely pale, and he took several steps backwards.
The crystal-clear ice sword was in vain covered with cracks. The face of the master of the Bingning Pavilion changed slightly when she looked at her in astonishment, and his ice sword shattered in vain and scattered all over the ground.
It's just a finger to drive back the fake Spirit Master Realm warrior. This finger does not contain any sword intention, any rules, or any magical power. It only relies on the strength of the body.
The strength contained in this finger is no less than millions of kilograms. Just one finger is enough to destroy a mountain.
Seeing this scene, everyone was stunned for a while. Even the first-class sect leaders looked solemnly at the figure of Shengxue in white, "Horrifying body!"
"Tsk, tsk, you are indeed the body that I value!" The fiery color in the eyes of the Holy Son became more intense.
Ye Shaohan raised his head and looked at the master of Bingning Pavilion with an indifferent expression. He took another step forward and pointed his sword finger again. His fingertips passed through the void and tore the space apart.
Kacha! Endless space turbulence surged out like a tide, and endless pressure came upon the Bingning Pavilion. The master of the Bingning Pavilion looked extremely pale, almost suffocating, and said with difficulty: "I give up!"
A pressure from the Spiritual Emperor realm spread across the air. The old man stepped forward, raised his sword finger, condensed his sword energy, and suddenly dropped his sword finger to block Ye Shaohan's finger.
Bang bang! Ye Shaohan stepped back and looked at the old man who was just a few feet away with a calm expression.
Lowering his right hand, the old man said slowly: "The master of Bingning Pavilion admits defeat, the Sword God Sect wins this round!"
No one was surprised by this result. The moment Ye Shaohan appeared, the outcome was doomed.
Those unfaithful sect leaders who originally harbored ill intentions towards the Sword God Sect all sighed slightly as the Bing Ning Pavilion Pavilion Master could not block that finger, and they could not block that finger either.
In the Burui Sect, no one could stop his attack. The surrounding area fell silent, with only the sound of falling snow remaining.
Hearing this, Ye Shaohan didn't say anything, turned around, and walked step by step towards the sect level where the Sword God Sect was located.
Suddenly, Ye Shaohan stopped and his expression became gloomy. His eyes swept over Wu Ling and others, and finally landed on Wu Ling's broken arm.
"Who is it?" Ye Shaohan said calmly, endless chill spread around his body, and the snowflakes stood still in mid-air.
Hearing this, Qing Jue and others were startled. Wu Ling, on the other hand, smiled bitterly and whispered: "This disciple's cultivation is not good enough!"
"Who is it?" Ye Shaohan still said the same sentence, his eyes moved away from Wu Ling and fell on Qing Jue and others.
Ye Shaohan's eyes were as indifferent as ever. At least Qing Jue and others did not see any anger in Ye Shaohan's eyes.
However, Qing Jue knew that the Five Dynasties at this time were the most terrifying and did not hide it. Qing Jue took a step forward and whispered: "On the first day of the sect competition, Wu Ling competed with Hua Yue, a disciple of the Tianhua sect.
The right arm was chopped off by Hua Yue!"
As soon as these words came out, Qing Jue clearly felt that the temperature around him had dropped a lot.
"Tianhua Sect Huayue!" Ye Shaohan glanced past, but unfortunately there was no one on the steps where Tianhua Sect was located.
"Tianhua Sect and others are all standing on the sect level where the third-rate sect Lingtian Sect is!" Jue Lin whispered, raising his sword finger in vain and pointing at the location of Lingtian Sect.