"Jian Yu, the master of Wan Yu Sword Sect!" Jian Yu said in a deep voice, endless sword intent condensed on him. When he said these words, his aura reached its peak.
"Please enlighten me!" Bu Cun said calmly, without even mentioning the sword, his eyes were like lightning, looking straight at Jian Yu.
Whoosh! At the moment when the sword intent was condensed, Jian Yu drew out his sword. Once it came out, it was the strongest sword. The shadow of the sword penetrated the heaven and earth, blended into the power of rules, and streaked across the sky like a rainbow. It was almost imperceptible to the naked eye, but
In the next breath, the sword appeared in front of Wu Cun in vain.
When this sword came out, the color of the world changed, and the sky was torn apart, as if all the power in the world could not resist this sword.
But in the face of this terrifying sword, Wu Cun still did not raise his sword. Instead, he pointed his sword forward lightly, and a martial arts will was integrated into it.
There are no rules, no magical powers! It's just a finger. The sword finger shreds the sword light and falls on the long sword. An explosion sound like a clash of metals resounds, and the roar echoes between heaven and earth.
One figure was still standing on the same spot, while the other figure fell backwards like a kite with its string broken, thumping, retreating dozens of steps, and it turned out to be Jian Yu.
Raising his head, Jian Yu looked at Bu Cun who was still standing there, with a helpless smile on his lips.
"Thank you for your mercy, Wan Yu Sword Sect admits defeat!" Lifting his sword, Jian Yu turned around and walked back to the sect's steps.
From the time Jian Yu stood on the platform to the time he gave up, it only took a few dozen breaths. However, in just a few dozen breaths, success or failure was already decided. From this, we can see that there is no terror.
Under the Spiritual Emperor, all are ants! This sentence was vividly reflected in the following battle. It was like strolling on the platform in a leisurely manner, and defeating people with a seemingly light sword.
"Ba Jian Pavilion is defeated!" "Tianji Pavilion is defeated!" "Ancient Wan Jian Sect is defeated!" "Yu Jian Sect is defeated!"
Dozens of sects were defeated by Bu Cun's sword. At this moment, everyone felt in a trance. With Bu Cun, they seemed to have seen the scene where Ye Shaohan swept through the third-rate sects a few days ago.
The starlight filled the sky, and under the stars in the sky, bright sword lights were flying on the platform.
There was no words for the whole night. In just this night, everyone also saw the horror that did not exist.
The sky gradually became brighter, and on the platform, Bu Cun defeated a Level 3 Spirit Master warrior again.
"Jian Yan Sect is defeated!" As the old man's voice sounded, everyone realized that in just one night, Wu Cun defeated nearly all the second-rate sects.
And there was only one sect left undefeated, the Sword God Sect!
The sky was hazy, and the master sword of Shenjian Villa was standing on the platform.
Turning around, he raised the long sword in his hand in vain, stabbed it out, and pointed at the Sword God Gate.
At the same time, Bu Cun's gaze also fell on Ye Shaohan from afar, and he shouted coldly: "Sword Villa Bu Cun challenges Ye Shaohan, the leader of the Sword God Sect!"
His shouts were like thunder from heaven and earth, arousing loud roars that echoed across the sky.
For a time, countless eyes focused on Ye Shaohan!
If he had not defeated Ye Shaohan, then Divine Sword Villa would have been promoted to a first-class sect today!
Therefore, this last battle is the most critical. Under the Ling Emperor, everyone is an ant. In the eyes of most people, the Divine Sword Villa will win this battle without a doubt.
The roar resounded in Ye Shaohan's ears. Ye Shaohan, who had been practicing all night, also opened his eyes at this moment, his dark eyes filled with a look of neither sadness nor joy.
The roar shattered the clouds in the sky, and the first ray of dawn between heaven and earth fell down and fell into Ye Shaohan's eyes.
"If you want to fight, then fight!" Ye Shaohan stood up. In an instant, there was a silent roar from Fengzong Island, and the aura of vicissitudes of life filled Ye Shaohan's body crazily at this moment.
Ye Shaohan took a step forward and stepped into the dawn. Ye Shaohan seemed to have replaced the dawn between heaven and earth.
"Sword God Sect Master Ye Shaohan!" Ye Shaohan took a step forward again, and a roar suddenly sounded, spreading out and floating within thousands of miles.
With just one step, Ye Shaohan's figure appeared in the void, looking down at Wu Cun below with indifferent eyes, his eyes still filled with neither sadness nor happiness.
"The Divine Sword Villa does not exist!" The sword-wielding figure also appeared.
Endless sword energy transformed around him, and the surrounding snowflakes were shattered, turning into water vapor, condensing into droplets, and falling down to form a rain.
The sudden rain enveloped the entire platform. The rainwater fell on the platform and the platform shook in vain, as if it could not bear the weight of the rain.
"I'm looking forward to this battle!" Bu Cun looked at Ye Shaohan coldly with eyes like swords.
Bang bang! The space around Ye Shaohan shattered in vain, and cracks in the dark space spread out, dragging the rain around him.
The power of just the gaze can reach the point of tearing the void apart. This is definitely not something that the Spirit Master Realm warriors can do. Only the Spirit Emperor Realm warriors also contain the will of martial arts in their gazes.
This gaze was like a mountain, suppressing Ye Shaohan. However, Ye Shaohan's figure remained unchanged, and his expression was as indifferent as before.
Opening his eyes, Ye Shaohan also looked towards Bu Cun, and said calmly: "I am also looking forward to this battle, a Spirit Emperor realm warrior!"
Ye Shaohan's gaze was like a real sword light, almost disappearing. The moment his gaze focused on him, the sky thundered and the sword energy rushed to both sides.
The falling rain also stood strangely still in mid-air, and Ye Shaohan's eyes also contained his sword intention.
The moment the two people looked at each other, the heaven and earth suddenly roared, and the roaring sounds were earth-shattering. A crazy pressure roared in the world and filled the air between the two people.
Looking at this scene, everyone watching the battle was quite shocked. Before the two men took action, just a few glances caused such a big fluctuation.
If it started, it would definitely be earth-shattering! If it hadn't been for the battle three days ago, most people would have thought that the outcome of this battle was uncertain.
However, the scene where Ye Shaohan was defeated at the hands of the Holy Son three days ago undoubtedly showed that the Spirit Emperor realm warrior was not comparable to Ye Shaohan. Therefore, at this moment, everyone thought that Ye Shaohan would be defeated.
Facing Spirit Emperor level warriors, Spirit Emperor level warriors are like ants, while Spirit Emperor level warriors are like the sky. Ants cannot shake the sky!
"Ling Emperor Realm!" Qing Jue whispered: "The will of martial arts reaches the sky and ignores the rules!"
"What do you think the ending will be?" Qing Jue turned her head and looked at Jue, who had the same solemn look beside her.
Hearing this, Jue Lin Ruoyou glanced meaningfully, his eyes continued to fall on Ye Shaohan, and he said lightly: "I firmly believe in the Five Generations!"
"I may lose, but I always believe in the Fifth Generation!" Jue Lin whispered, his tone unusually firm.
"Believe in the sect master!" Wu Ling's five people said equally firmly, holding their hands tightly and staring into the void.
"Indeed, all we can do is believe in the Fifth Generation!" Qing Jue smiled and patted Xuan Ren on the shoulder.
Xuan Ren didn't say anything, but he just couldn't bear to break the belief of Qing Jue and others. The difference between the Spiritual Sovereign Realm and the Spiritual Emperor Realm was like the difference between heaven and earth.
If Ye Shaohan could break this gap, he would not have been defeated so miserably by the Holy Son three days ago. This was what Xuan Ren thought, but he did not say it out loud.
All Xuan Ren can do is cheer for Ye Shaohan, and it is not only Xuan Ren who cheers for Ye Shaohan, but also Ye Shaolan.
"I always believe in him, no matter whether he has failed or not, he is as firm as ever!" Ye Shaolan whispered.
"You are just blindly worshiping me!" Qin Wuyang shook his head helplessly and struck.
Hearing this, Ye Shaolan smiled, her eyes touched Ye Shaohan's eyes, and murmured: "You don't understand this kind of blindness, because you don't understand him and his eyes!"
"Then let the facts prove everything!" Qin Wuyang shook his head. For some reason, he hated Ye Shaolan's blindness towards Ye Shaohan.
Smiling without saying a word, Ye Shaolan did not explain or prove anything. Some things could only be proven by facts.
"Challenging hundreds of spirit masters with the fake soul realm, I admire this courage!" Bu Cun took a step forward, and the endless sword energy around him followed him, turning into several huge phantoms.
"So what will be the outcome of Level 3 Spirit Master's challenge to the Spirit Emperor Realm?" Bu Cun took another step forward, flying hundreds of meters in the air and appearing above Ye Shaohan, looking at Ye Shaohan below with an indifferent expression.
The sword energy was pulling down the rain all over the sky, and the endless rain was flying around Bu Cun's body. Every drop of rain contained his terrifying sword intention.
An inexplicable pressure filled the sky with rain, and the platform below shook more and more violently.
But it is not enough that the rainwater only contains the sword's intention. Instead of his plain eyes falling on the rainwater, his sword fingers suddenly lifted up and landed randomly in the void.
Bang bang! The roar suddenly sounded, and the rain became heavier and heavier. The rapid rain rushed downwards, and every drop of rain left an eye-catching sword mark on the platform.
At this moment, the rain fills the sky and the earth, and it contains the rules that destroy everything. This rain is the rain of rules, and there are no rules controlled by it.
The rain washed away the whole world. Looking up, Ye Shaohan calmly looked at the figure in the rain and the diffuse rain, "This rain is so weird!"
"Rain originally was born in the sky and died on the earth. This is his reincarnation, and you changed the rain's reincarnation!"
"Reincarnation must be reincarnated after all!" Ye Shaohan raised his right hand, endless death energy filled it, and chills surged around Ye Shaohan at the same time.
The rainwater that had not touched Ye Shaohan was immediately frozen. Under the gaze of countless eyes, Ye Shaohan slowly raised his right hand and immediately clapped it forward.
With this shot, the sky and the earth roared suddenly, but in this world, all the rain was frozen and turned into ice crystals.
Under the pressure of the pressure, these ice crystals quickly dissipated. As they dissipated, the shadow of a huge sword suddenly emerged.
This is not the phantom of the sword, but the phantom of the rules. The phantom of the rules is condensed by evolving the rules into magical powers. Under the rules, it can cut off everything in the world.
This is a magical power! It is condensed and regulated by rainwater, rain cuts!