There were thousands of afterimages, and the sword leaves whizzed through the afterimages. The afterimages dissipated like the wind, but after dissipating, they condensed out again like the wind.
The wind is invisible and has no shadow, and it is constantly cutting!
However, among the dense sword leaves, a bright sword light emerged, followed by thousands of sword lights.
An air sword appeared in the hands of those afterimages, and the sword thrust out. It was an extremely beautiful sword, and these tens of thousands of sword lights were exactly the same.
One Sword Allure! The One Sword Allure at this moment contains countless variations of One Sword Allure, thousands of different variations of One Sword Allure are integrated into it, and the One Sword Allure of Ten Thousand Swords Returns to the Clan.
Jian Xue separated thousands of sword styles and evolved them individually, while Ye Shaohan classified thousands of changing sword styles into one sword.
These are two completely different ways! Bang bang! The sword light disappeared, and the sword leaves also dissipated.
The warriors around the platform looked at this scene in shock. On the one hand, they were shocked that Jian Xue had learned so many sword styles, and on the other hand, they were shocked by Ye Shaohan's incomparably beautiful sword.
Two different ways, different swords, but they both represent the ultimate in oneself.
Bang bang! The roar is endless, and in the torn sky, the turbulent flow of space is surging, but the turbulent flow of space cannot drown the sword light and the sword leaf.
It wasn't until a few moments later that the sword leaves all over the sky dissipated, along with the tens of thousands of sword lights and afterimages.
Two figures of Shengxue in white met again in the air, but the air sword in Ye Shaohan's hand was pointing at Jianxue's eyebrows.
Looking at the face so close, Jianxue stood up and smiled faintly, "I lost!"
After saying that, Jian Xue walked back to the sect where the Sword God Gate was without any regrets.
Dispersing the Qi Sword, Ye Shaohan also walked back to the place where he fought before and held the Qilin Sword.
"Bajian Pavilion!" Bajian Pavilion presided over the sword and came out. Looking at the figure in front of him, he whispered: "Sect Master Ye, please enlighten me!"
Before he finished speaking, a sword light shot out. This sword light directly penetrated Ye Shaohan's body, but the figure was an afterimage.
The master of Bajian Pavilion turned around, and a brilliant sword light emerged, and finally stopped on his neck. In response, the master of Bajian Pavilion chuckled in vain: "The same sword, I couldn't catch it at the beginning,
Now, I can’t handle it either!”
Ba Jiange is defeated! But this is destined not to be the last sect to be defeated.
In the following moments, Ye Shaohan once again repeated the same madness as before.
The Tianji Pavilion was defeated! The Eternal Sword Sect was defeated! The Fire Dance Sect was defeated! More than a hundred second-rate sects were defeated in succession at the hands of Ye Shaohan.
When the last second-rate sect was defeated, the sky was already approaching dusk, and the setting sun still exuded a soft light.
Ye Shaohan held his sword and stood in the late dusk, raising his head and looking at the old man above.
"Ye Shaohan, the leader of the Sword God Sect, single-handedly swept through the second-rate sects. According to regulations, the Sword God Sect is promoted to a first-rate sect!"
Snow fell in the late dusk, and the old man's voice also echoed.
"Ye Shaohan, the leader of the Sword God Sect, single-handedly swept through the second-rate sects. According to regulations, the Sword God Sect is promoted to a first-rate sect!"
There was silence all around, as hundreds of thousands of eyes focused on that figure in white clothes.
Perhaps the Sword God Sect is the first sect that does not have Spirit Emperor level warriors, but the Sword God Sect has warriors who are comparable to the Spirit Emperor level.
Wu Ling and others were all shaken and looked quite excited.
In just a few days, the Sword God Sect has advanced from an unpopular sect to a first-rate sect. This is destined to be a legend.
The person who created this legend was just because of that person's existence. Wu Ling and others looked at Ye Shaohan with more and more awe in their eyes, almost blind worship.
With his eyes slightly closed, Ye Shaohan stood in the dusk holding his sword. Under the late dusk, the Qilin sword was filled with a faint sword intent, and this man and his sword blended into the late dusk.
In hundreds of consecutive battles, Ye Shaohan always used the same sword, the same magical power, and half of the magical power.
The evolution of magical powers continues to fail and improve, so Ye Shaohan is immersed in his own world.
It wasn't until no more opponents came up that Ye Shaohan opened his eyes, looked around blankly, and whispered: "Is it over?"
The sword energy dispersed on the Qilin Sword. Ye Shaohan put away the Qilin Sword and raised his head. The confusion in his eyes was gone, replaced by coldness.
Looking at the three halls above lightly, Ye Shaohan turned around and walked towards the late dusk. The afterglow fell on him, and his shadow was reflected on the platform, stretched so long.
Countless eyes watched as the figure gradually dissipated into the dusk and faded away.
Qing Jue, Jue Lin Xuan Ren, Wu Ling, Chu Ge Lin Bing, Luo Zeng, Xiao Ding, Jian Xue and others stood up one after another, and their bodies transformed into a stream of light and followed closely behind the figure.
Until Ye Shaohan's figure disappeared from everyone's sight, Fengzong Island, which had been silent for a long time, began to boil in vain.
The boiling of Fengzong Island had nothing to do with Ye Shaohan, so he walked in the late dusk with his hands behind his back.
Every time Ye Shaohan took a step, his afterimages would emerge beside him, and finally be buried in the afterglow.
Qing Jue and others came through the air, looking at this scene with solemn expressions on their faces, especially Qing Jue, whose eyes fell firmly on the afterimages.
"Wind belongs to the magical power!" Qing Jue whispered, they were no stranger to this scene.
"The wind attribute power has not yet evolved completely!" Jian Xue said solemnly, and the afterimages gradually became substantial.
At the end, Jue Lin couldn't tell which one was Ye Shaohan's true body, and his aura completely dissipated in the world.
When the wind blows, these afterimages gather together like the wind, and a phantom of a green dragon that is dozens of feet long emerges. The phantom gradually materializes, and its sword energy circulates on the surface of the green dragon.
Qingjue felt a sense of astonishment as he looked at this green dragon soaring through the nine heavens. Facing this green dragon, he seemed to be seeing the Qinglong Palace.
Hiss! Its purple electric light emerged next to Qinglong, tearing apart the surrounding void, and space turbulence poured out crazily.
A figure in white clothes, Sheng Xue, emerged above the green dragon, standing with his hands behind his back, facing the wind.
"Supernatural power is achieved!" A look of surprise appeared in Qing Jue's eyes. Looking at this scene, he couldn't help but feel shocked.
A high-pitched dragon roar emerged from the sky, causing the sect disciples on Fengzong Island to stand up and look into the void outside Fengzong Island.
"Ice is a magical power. One is to use the coldness of ice to freeze everything in the world. The other is to use the sharpness of ice to destroy everything in the world. This is the magical power of ice!"
"Wind belongs to the magical power. One of them uses the invisible form of wind to transform into thousands of clones. The other is that the origin of wind condenses the true form of the green dragon and transforms into wind for the magical power!" Ye Shaohan whispered.
Obviously, among these two magical powers, Ye Shaohan integrated the magical insights of Qing Jue and Jue Lin. It is precisely because of this that Ye Shaohan was able to evolve magical powers so quickly.
"The magical power is ice, the magical power is wind, the magical power is eternal life and death, the magical power is reincarnation!" Ye Shaohan said to himself: "Now I control six kinds of magical powers!"
"The next ones are the magical powers of thunder, the magical powers of fire, and the magical powers of killing!"
"The road is long and long. I still have a long way to go, at least I am still far away from the Spirit Emperor realm!" Ye Shaohan pointed his sword, and the green dragon below it suddenly dissipated and turned into countless figures.
And when the breeze blows, these figures disappear into the late dusk.
"Congratulations on the fifth generation's successful evolution of magical powers!" Qing Jue chuckled, and Jue Lin and others also looked quite excited.
Hearing this, Ye Shaohan smiled faintly and said, "If it weren't for the guidance of Senior Qingjue and Senior Juelin, I wouldn't have evolved magical powers so easily!"
"It's easy to evolve magical powers!" Xuan Ren sighed slightly. The gap between people is so huge. It took decades for him to evolve his magical powers, but it only took a few days for others.
With one step down, Ye Shaohan stood on the boundless ice and took out the third generation Moon God Pendant. The sword intent contained in the third generation Moon God Pendant immediately spread out.
With his eyes slightly closed, Ye Shaohan was once again immersed in the sword intent of the third generation.
Ye Shaohan was able to use the sword intention as a guide to construct the dream of the fourth generation, because he had experienced the illusion of the fourth generation and also had a deep understanding of the sword intention of the fourth generation.
Therefore, Ye Shaohan, just like when he first comprehended the Three Generations of Sword Intent, forgot all his previous perceptions and began to comprehend the Three Generations of Sword Intent again.
Seeing Ye Shaohan entering into cultivation, Qing Jue and others stopped talking and each stood beside Ye Shaohan.
The snow was flying, dyeing Ye Shaohan's long hair white, and Ye Shaohan's breath completely blended into the world again.
The tranquility here was in sharp contrast to the excitement on Fengzong Island. However, as the various sects dispersed, Fengzong Island once again returned to its previous tranquility.
Whoosh! A sharp sound of breaking wind emerged in the sky hundreds of miles away from Fengzong Island.
Phew! Immediately afterwards, a rainbow-like sword light streaked across the sky, hitting Fengzong Island directly. The sword light receded, and the man was wearing a white robe, and his face was slightly pale.
The pale face could not hide the look of exhaustion, and the cold wind blew the messy long hair on his head. It was Yue Wuxie.
Yue Wuxie's eyes showed an anxious look. On that day, after Xiao Luoxue was snatched away by the mysterious man, Yue Wuxie immediately left for Fengzong Island in order to inform Ye Shaohan about this matter.
Using her right hand, Yue Wuxie stuffed several pills into her mouth, and the pills turned into heat and spread in her body.
"As long as you persist for a moment, you can reach Fengzong Island!" Yue Wuxie used all her spiritual energy to circulate, and her speed couldn't help but increase by a few points again.
After a moment, a majestic island in the sky appeared in Yue Wuxie's eyes. Around it, clouds and mist surged, and waves of sword intent filled the sky.
"We're finally here!" Yue Wuxie breathed a sigh of relief, stepped slightly, and rushed towards Fengzong Island in vain.
On the ice below Fengzong Island, some of the disciples of the unconventional sect who were resting raised their heads in surprise and looked at the figure crossing the sky.
However, before Yue Wuxie's figure stepped into the area within a few feet of Fengzong Island, a terrifying pressure spread out. This pressure came out of the blue and fell directly on Yue Wuxie.
Deng Deng took a few steps back.
After traveling for dozens of days, Yue Wuxie's body had no spiritual energy left. How could she resist this terrifying pressure?