"In just a few years, his strength has undergone earth-shaking changes, but how much hardship has to be paid for it!"
Ye Shaolan's eyes fell on the flying white clothes. She remembered what Ye Shaohan said a long time ago. If you want to gain something, you must make sacrifices. Many people only see the powerful Ye Shaohan now, but how many
People see the good-for-nothing in the past who has not even awakened his bloodline, and suffers cynicism from others day and night.
The stronger Ye Shaohan becomes, the sadder Ye Shaolan feels. Along the way, he becomes more and more lonely.
A long time ago, Liu Yuehong accompanied him in sword dancing, but now, it is difficult for him to find such a person.
Qin Wuyang's eyes were dull. When he and Ning Binning met this person at Ye's house, he was just a spiritual sect, but now he is a spiritual sect.
Two embarrassed figures fell on the sect steps, and the surroundings were still in deathly silence. Ye Shaohan still stood in the void, with the shadow of his sword hovering in the sky.
Bang bang! Several sharp blasts of wind resounded again, and seven figures emerged on the platform.
Seven terrifying sword intents condensed out, and the seven third-rate sect masters directly displayed their strongest sword skills without any nonsense.
For a moment, sword shadows filled the void, figures were flying in the void, and the space was torn apart with every movement of their hands and feet, and the turbulent flow of space rushed towards Ye Shaohan.
Ye Shaohan did not make any attempt to escape and was still there. However, when the spatial turbulence was about to touch Ye Shaohan, a layer of frost spread over it, and the spatial turbulence was frozen.
The sword pointed down, and Ye Shaohan walked in the void like a leisurely stroll. When the sword pointed down, there was bound to be a roar, followed immediately by a embarrassed figure falling weakly downwards.
Seven steps in succession, seven fingers in succession! In just seven breaths of time, there were seven more figures on the platform with one knee on the ground, and the seven figures were dyed red with blood.
Looks of horror filled the eyes of the seven people. They stood up and left in a hurry.
Another seven third-rate sect masters were defeated! The defeat was so complete that the low-ranking sect masters were frightened for a moment. Fortunately, the evil star did not show murderous intent.
According to Zongbi's rules, once this challenge starts, there are only two results, one challenger loses, and the other challenger sweeps away the sect of the same level.
Therefore, more and more third-rate sect leaders stood on the platform, and their sword intent permeated the entire Fengzong Island.
Ye Shaohan still carried his back with one hand and his expression was indifferent, walking in the void. His right finger always clicked at the right time. Every click would definitely mean the defeat of a third-rate sect leader.
The sword shadows shuttled back and forth, and those third-rate sect leaders found that they could never catch Ye Shaohan's figure, and Ye Shaohan's figure appeared and disappeared silently like the breeze.
For a time, more than thirty third-rate sect leaders had gathered on the platform.
With an extremely excited expression, Wu Ling covered his broken arm and stared motionlessly at the figure in the sky with admiration in his eyes.
There is a prince in the Moon Temple, a saint in the Sword Temple, a proud son in the Martial Temple, and the Sword God also has a legend, the Moon God.
"This is our fifth generation!" Qing Jue smiled at Xuan Ren with a proud tone: "So, this era belongs to the Moon God era!"
"Very strong! Very scary!" Xuan Ren looked at Ye Shaohan with awe in his eyes. He couldn't see through Ye Shaohan's cultivation, let alone Ye Shaohan's sword intention, terrifying body, and terrifying sword intention. This scene
The scene has been deeply imprinted in the depths of Xuan Ren's mind.
Jue Lin smiled slightly and said calmly: "Wudai is an invisible person. So far, I have never seen him defeated!"
Just as Jue Lin and the other three were whispering, a burst of exclamations resounded all around. Jue Lin raised his head, and only the figure of Wudai was left in the void, while the previous thirty figures fell in embarrassment.
on the platform.
Defeating more than forty third-rate sect masters one after another! Ye Shaohan turned around, looked at the third-rate sect masters who were still hesitating with a calm expression, and said lightly: "Are you still hesitating?"
"If you can't afford it, then you have no chance of winning!"
Plain words hovered in the sky.
....
Behind Ye Shaohan was a sea of fire, with snowflakes still flying.
There was a strong contrast between the two. Ye Shaohan looked indifferent, and his gaze fell far away on where the third-rate sect leader was.
For a time, a strange atmosphere filled the surroundings. No one stood up anymore, but looked at the figure in the void with complicated expressions.
At this moment, they felt like they were in a trance, and the figure gradually merged with the surrounding world.
"Fight if you want, why should you be afraid!" A loud voice resounded, and immediately, a big man walked out from a third-rate sect.
Bang bang! Dozens of powerful auras exploded in succession, and more and more third-rate sect leaders stepped forward into the void.
For a moment, the third-rate sect leaders who had not yet been challenged stood up one after another. At this moment, they abandoned the so-called face and stood together to resist the challenge of the young man in front of them.
This is the first time in the history of Zongbi, and it may also be the last time.
Seventy-nine third-rate sect leaders, including thirty-three spiritual master realm warriors.
These people's bodies are filled with terrifying aura fluctuations, and these aura fluctuations alone are enough to tear the void apart.
There are thousands of sword intentions, and seventy-nine sword intentions spread out in the void. The general trend that originally belonged to the seventy-nine sects also slowly gathered together, forming an even more terrifying general trend.
Xuan Wuye lowered his head slightly, his eyes fell on the prince, and said calmly: "How is this chess game?"
"The person who arranged this chess game is not very good, so what can the chess game be like!" After saying this, the prince opened his eyes and looked at the saint lightly.
"So, who will win this chess game?" Xuan Wuye said calmly, a complex color flashed deep in his eyes.
There were not many people present who could see that Ye Shaohan had magical fluctuations in his body, at least only a few people.
Hearing this, the prince raised his head, looked at Xuan Wuye and chuckled: "Is this considered a test?"
"No matter which side wins, this is meaningless, right?" The prince shook his head slightly and continued to close his eyes, "Because this is a meaningless chess game in itself!"
Looking slightly to the side, Xuan Wuye's eyes fell on the platform again, but there was more helplessness in his eyes, and he could no longer see through the prince.
The general trend condensed, seventy-nine figures volleyed into the sky, and seventy-nine completely different sword intentions imprisoned the surrounding void.
After the void was imprisoned, endless sword energy came out. For a moment, Ye Shaohan and those people stood far away, but none of them made a move.
Feeling the general trend, Ye Shaohan's eyes showed a rare look of solemnity. He raised his right hand, his sword energy flowing on Ye Shaohan's fingertips and whispered: "I finally feel a little pressure!"
"Kill!" A cold shout resounded, and the ten figures standing at the front swung an extremely terrifying sword with overwhelming power.
The roaring sound echoed in all directions, and the majestic sword intent condensed out, piercing the void and heading straight for Ye Shaohan.
Under the pressure of ten people's sword intent, Ye Shaohan's eyes flashed and he raised his right hand to strike hard.
The sword intention exploded in vain, and a huge shadow of the sword intention immediately appeared behind Ye Shaohan. The shadow of the sword intention appeared in the samsara flames that filled the sky.
This sword shadow was huge. As Ye Shaohan pointed it down, the sword shadow also swung out to tear into the void, and immediately collided with the ten sword shadows.
In an instant, the sky and the earth shook in vain. Ye Shaohan's sword shadow rushed forward, and the ten sword shadows shot immediately shattered.
Seeing this, the expressions of the remaining fifty-nine warriors changed. They all took a step forward, condensing their sword intent, influencing the situation, and landed directly on the shadow of Ye Shaohan's sword intent.
Seventy-nine sword intentions gathered together, sword intentions against sword intentions, Ye Shaohan's sword intention trembled in vain, and suddenly collapsed, but the reincarnation flame contained in it spread out, also shattering the swords of the seventy-nine people
meaning.
With the sword intention of one person resisting the sword intention of seventy-nine people, everyone finally realized the terror of Ye Shaohan's sword intention.
"There is such a huge gap between the sword intent that has evolved to its peak?" the Holy Son whispered, with no more contempt in his eyes.
"It seems that getting this body is not as easy as imagined, but I have a chess piece in my hand that can turn the situation around!" That peerless face appeared in front of the Holy Son's eyes.
"Xiao Luoxue!" The corner of Shengzi's mouth raised a sneer, "Fudai, that moment won't last long!"
"The sword intent of seventy-nine people, but the limit shouldn't be this!" Ye Shaohan said lightly: "At least it can withstand the sword intent of more than eighty people!"
The seventy-nine warriors were also shocked by Ye Shaohan's sword intent. However, although their hearts were shocked, the sword in their hands still did not stop, and it involved fierce sword movements.
The sword power stretched out, merged together, and merged into the general trend, suppressing Ye Shaohan's figure. At the same time, the sword intent of the seventy-nine people condensed out again and descended towards Ye Shaohan.
"You already know the extent of the sword's intention, so there is no need to test it next!" A little silver flame appeared in Ye Shaohan's eyes, a whirlpool appeared between his eyebrows, and the Suzaku mark appeared on it, and he let out a high-pitched phoenix cry.
Rise up thoroughly.
The Fire Emperor suddenly trembled, stood up, and looked at the figure in the void in disbelief. At this moment, between the Fire Emperor's brows, a Suzaku mark was also vibrating.
A phantom of a Suzaku appeared behind Ye Shaohan, hovering in the void, and endless reincarnation flames burst out, causing the surrounding area of a hundred feet to suddenly become a sea of fire.
"The rules of fire!" Ye Shaohan whispered. The Suzaku shadow also affected the power of heaven and earth. The flames of reincarnation drowned the shooting shadow in just an instant, and also drowned the seventy figures in the void.
When it is still, fire is warm, but when it is moving, fire can burn everything. Controlling the rules of fire, Ye Shaohan is like walking in a sea of fire, his sword intent condensed, and his right finger suddenly points downwards.