Whoosh! Thousands of swords roared together, and the surrounding space was shattered. A black mist emerged from the shadow of the sword, and gradually transformed into the appearance of a young man in black robes.
As soon as the young man in black robe appeared, the surrounding ice swords shattered in vain. Only the turbulent space left in the void, as well as Ye Shaohan and the young man in black robe.
"Tsk, tsk, yes, you can actually force out my real body!" The young man in black robe smiled, the rules of reality and reality, reality and illusion intertwined.
"There is not much time left. Next, we have to take the last step!" The young man in black robe pointed his sword across his chest. Endless sword chants sounded between the young man's sword fingers. In the surrounding air, there was a strange sound.
Dark fog filled the air.
Like a piece of silk being torn, a shrill sword roar resounded. The young man in black robe took a step forward and pointed with his sword, an endless edge of energy permeated it.
The rules of gold and the sharp energy gradually evolved, suddenly forming a winding and circling golden dragon. The golden dragon was flowing on the fingertips of the black-robed young man, and its sharp energy was getting more and more.
Previously it was the rule of gold, but now it is the magical power of the evolution of the rule of gold.
Under this finger, the invisible space melted away like falling snowflakes, revealing the dark space cracks within it.
"A very strong finger, a weird magical power!" Ye Shaohan's heart was slightly shaken. He also raised his sword finger and touched it down. A chill filled the air. He still had incredible magical power.
"You can only accept this finger, not avoid it, let alone fight back, because this is the rule of the game!" The voice of the young man in black robes sounded in Ye Shaohan's ears.
The sword finger was like a sharp sword, extremely sharp. With this finger of the young man in black robe, he tore apart the coldness and the void. A will rose from it, accompanied by a great majesty.
"Martial arts will!" This terrifying will interrupted Ye Shaohan's magical power, and also imprisoned Ye Shaohan's body.
In an instant, when the will of martial arts came to him, he suddenly felt that the void around him seemed to have stopped, and the world in front of him became extremely slow.
The whole world was in vain with only one finger of the young man in black robe, and this finger fell on Ye Shaohan.
A finger that shredded the void fell on Ye Shaohan's chest, and in an instant, a terrifying force exploded.
The energy and blood in Ye Shaohan's body surged, like the Yangtze River, setting off huge waves. Tens of millions of kilograms of force came upon him, and dull sounds echoed out of Ye Shaohan's body.
A heartbreaking feeling swept over him, and Ye Shaohan staggered back dozens of steps. A blood hole appeared in his chest, and scarlet blood spurted out, dyeing the flying snow red.
The remaining energy was still there. With this strength, Ye Shaohan's figure stuttered back several hundred meters again, and his spiritual energy circulated to suppress the churning blood in his body.
The young man in black robe stood in the air where Ye Shaohan had been and did not pursue him. Ye Shaohan's blood still remained on his fingertips.
The scarlet tongue licked the fingertips, and a smile appeared in the black-robed eyes, "Only through personal verification can I know. I originally re-estimated the strength of his body, but his body is stronger than what I guessed!"
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"However, this is the only way to arouse my interest. If it weren't for the existence of those people, I would have been unable to help hunting this prey!" The young man in black robe whispered, and countless strands of will merged into his induction.
In the void.
These wills come from the Spirit Emperor realm warriors on Fengzong Island, including those from the first-class sects, the three major palaces, and even the three major palace masters.
"It's time to stop, it's not good to go too far! The rules of fire, the rules of killing, the rules of ice, and the rules of thunder, four rules!"
"Fudai, I hope you can evolve these four rules into supernatural powers, then your body should be stronger!"
The black mist surged out and once again submerged the figure of the young man in black robe, but his voice floated in the void: "Haha, according to the rules of the game, Fifth Generation, you barely passed the test this time!"
"Remember, starting from today, the game has already begun! Moreover, I have prepared a gift for you that you did not expect, so just look forward to it!"
"And remember my name, Son of the Sword God!" The voice gradually faded away until the black mist dissipated.
Suppressing the surging blood in his body, Ye Shaohan looked coldly into the void.
The blood mark spread, filling the air into a scarlet plum blossom, and the pungent smell of blood filled the air!
Suppressing the roiling blood energy in his body, Ye Shaohan looked coldly into the void and whispered: "Spiritual Emperor Realm!"
Whoosh! Thousands of figures emerged from the void, and they were the sect masters and disciples of various major sects.
The previous scene also fell into their eyes. In their opinion, Ye Shaohan's strength was extremely terrifying.
However, such a terrifying existence was defeated so easily by the Sword God's Son. Thinking of this, everyone became more and more in awe of the three legends.
"Although the leader of the Sword God Sect is pretty good, there is still a certain gap between him and the three legends!"
"Spiritual Emperor Realm! The strength of the three legends must be the Spiritual Emperor Realm. The Holy Son controls three rules, the rules of reality and reality, the rules of ice, and the rules of gold!"
"There are no false heroes under such a great reputation!" Whispers echoed across the sky, and the terrifying scene of the Holy Son still lingered in everyone's minds.
Not only was it hovering in everyone's minds, it was also hovering in Ye Shaohan's mind.
That finger was a finger of terror, but also a finger of humiliation. Under that finger, Ye Shaohan realized that he didn't even have the strength to resist.
"Too weak!" Ye Shaohan whispered, his eyes still so calm, like stagnant water, without any ripples.
"If it weren't for my physical strength, that one finger would be enough to tear me apart!" Ye Shaohan whispered, looking at the sky with an increasingly cold gaze.
The people who were whispering suddenly stopped when they saw this. They couldn't afford to offend the Son of the Sword God, and they couldn't afford to offend the Sect Master of the Sword God either.
All of a sudden, all the major sect disciples returned to Fengzong Island. Today, the battle between Ye Shaohan and the Holy Son is destined to become a topic of discussion in the near future.
In the endless void, there was a very strong sword energy. Murong Yu was sitting in it. The scene below could not be hidden from him. "Your strength is more terrifying than before!"
"Are you just going to attack Wu Dai?" Murong Yu whispered: "At least, Xuan Wuye, Huang Pu and others will not allow you to do that!"
"Similarly, I won't allow it either!" Murong Yu's voice gradually disappeared into the void.
Xuan Wuye and Huang Pu raised their heads at the same time, looking at the endless void, with a hint of warning in their eyes.
The snowflakes were flying, and a slender and tall figure stood in the wind and snow, raising his head and staring at the endless void.
Behind this figure stood a figure, Luo Rui. Luo Rui's face was paler than before, and he coughed from time to time.
The figure in front of Luo Rui was the prince. He held the falling snowflakes and smiled softly: "Holy Son, is that stupid guy going to take action against the fifth generation?"
"However, that guy's strength has improved a lot!" The snow slipped from the prince's fingertips, and the prince turned his back to Luo Rui and said: "Then while that guy focuses on the fifth generation, start subverting the Sons of the Son Party!"
"If the Five Dynasties are at fault, then the Moon Temple and the Martial Temple will be justified!"
"It's just that the Moon God Pendant is still in the hands of Fifth Generation. However, once the sword tomb is opened, the chess piece of Fifth Generation will lose its effect!"
"The useless chess pieces should be discarded, otherwise it will affect the overall situation!" The prince's figure finally melted into the wind and snow and disappeared.
"Subvert the Holy Child Party, subvert the Sword Temple! Is everything about to begin? Cough!" Luo Rui whispered, turned around, and also disappeared in the wind and snow.
The stars in the sky were dancing in the wind and snow, once again exuding their own brilliance. The six bloody figures still disappeared, but the five Wuling people still did not step forward, but quietly looked at the white-clothed figure Shengxue.
It's just that the white-clothed figure in the snow was stained with a little scarlet, and the scarlet filled the air like plum blossoms. That figure in the wind and snow was so lonely.
Once upon a time, a young man held a sword and challenged hundreds of spiritual master realm warriors without losing a single one.
In the past, a young man held a sword and transformed into a killer, killing dozens of spiritual masters without losing a single one.
Today, a young man swept through a third-rate sect and killed the leader of a second-rate sect.
But at this moment, for some reason, Wu Ling felt inexplicably sad, because they had witnessed the birth of this myth.
At this moment, all Wu Ling and others can do is wait quietly.
Ye Shaohan looked at the sky. The blood hole on his chest had stopped. His state of mind was like stagnant water, without any waves. It was not as complicated as Wu Ling and others.
"I haven't suffered such a big blow for a long time, right?" Fire Qilin's voice resounded in Ye Shaohan's mind, interrupting Ye Shaohan's meditation.
Hearing this, Ye Shaohan smiled lightly, and the smile at the corner of his mouth was still so indifferent, "Have you ever heard of such a sentence?"
"It rains and the sun rises, there are peaks and valleys in life, don't let the clouds cover your eyes, all things are going to be long and wide-eyed!" Ye Shaohan said calmly.
"But I remember this finger!" Ye Shaohan whispered: "That feeling is very annoying, that feeling of powerlessness!"
"Compared with you, they have one more advantage, and that is time!
Along the way, Huo Qilin naturally witnessed the sadness of Ye Shaohan's cultivation.
"However, compared with them, I also have many advantages!" Ye Shaohan said calmly.
"Last time, Jue Lin mentioned that a few years ago, those three people just entered the Spirit Master realm for the first time, but now they have reached the Spirit Emperor realm!"
"It's a terrible cultivation. At least for now, I'm not as good as those three people!" Holding the Qilin Sword tightly, Ye Shaohan had a smile on his lips: "But, I firmly believe that in a short while, everything will become unknown!"
Suddenly, Ye Shaohan raised his head and stared at the sky. Under the starlight, a tall figure walked out of the endless starlight.
Stepping under the endless starlight, this figure is filled with inexplicable vicissitudes of life, which comes from far away.
A sword, a figure! Ye Shaohan's eyes fell on this figure, and a surprised voice came from below: "The proud son of the God of War!"