The will of the Moon God once again spread over Ye Shaohan's body, and he continued to circulate the Will of the Moon God. Ye Shaohan's face turned slightly pale.
Bang bang! Ye Shaohan took a step forward and stepped through the void. In an instant, countless afterimages emerged around Ye Shaohan.
"Supernatural power turns into wind!" Ye Shaohan whispered, and every afterimage contained the terrifying will of the Moon God.
The moment Ye Shaohan took the first step, Zhang Ming also stepped forward with his sword, and the snowflakes were flying beside him. Finally, the snowflakes stood strangely still in mid-air. The sword energy filled the air, and a sad wave filled the air.
, these pieces of snowflakes finally condensed into blooming lilac flowers! This is Zhang Ming's magical power, which is integrated into the ultimate emotional power. With just one step, a burst of mournful screams sounded from heaven and earth.
Holding the Proud World Sword, Fatty Xiao's slightly obese figure became taller and taller. Space ripples appeared behind Fatty Xiao, and a silver moon also emerged.
This silver moon also contains a terrifying will. As soon as this will appears, whether it is Murong Yu or everyone watching on Fengzong Island, their bodies are suddenly shaken.
This will is also the will of the Moon God, but this will is the will of the third generation, the will left in half of the remaining soul.
The will of the remaining moon gods of the fourth generation and the will of the remaining moon gods of the third generation gradually converged together, and the world dimmed in vain, while at the same time a series of mournful screams echoed, the ultimate in love!
"That man actually possesses the will of three generations of moon gods!" Murong Yu's expression changed slightly.
"If the Fourth Generation or the Fourth Generation were here, their martial will alone would be enough to destroy me!"
"It's a pity that it's just the remnant of martial arts will!" The three major forces gathered together and suppressed Murong Yu like a mountain. Murong Yu's face was still so indifferent.
This is an absolute confidence! Endless sword energy transformed around him, and Murong Yu stood in the ocean of sword energy.
"The Holy Son must die today!" Ye Shaohan flashed and turned into a rainbow that shot directly at Murong Yu.
Today, he came here not only to save Xiao Luoxue, but also to kill the Holy Son! If this Son is not eliminated, the trouble will continue in the future.
Frantically running the fourth-generation Moon God's Will in the Moon God's Seal, Ye Shaohan raised his sword finger and pointed it forward: "Transform into the wind!"
"One sword to conquer the city!" Ye Shaohan held the sword and drew it. The strongest sword strike came out. Countless afterimages followed behind, the wind roared, and in an instant, countless bright sword lights emerged.
A thousand swords can conquer the city! These dazzling sword lights gathered together and instantly flooded the entire void, covering up the stars in the sky.
"A very good sword!" Murong Yu whispered, his expression still so indifferent. "A very beautiful sword, the poignant beauty of the world!"
The moment Murong Yu raised his left hand, its roaring sound suddenly resounded, countless sword energy flowed in his fingertips, and a terrifying will merged into it.
"Your sword can cover up the starlight in the sky, then my sword energy can tear them apart!" Space ripples spread out, and the endless sword energy gathered together to form a giant palm reaching the sky.
"Tear it apart!" Murong Yu said calmly, but the giant palm reaching the sky met the falling sword light in vain. This scene looked extremely shocking.
The palm seemed to tear apart the bright sword light. In an instant, the two got closer and closer. At the moment when they were about to touch, the endless sword energy on the periphery touched the bright sword light first, and its roar suddenly resounded.
The huge roaring sound suddenly echoed, turning into a huge force of aftermath that rolled crazily around, tearing apart the void.
The bright sword light and palm shadow gradually turned into nothingness, and one palm wiped out thousands of sword lights. This is the strength of Murong Yu, the master of the three halls.
Rushing forward and spreading out, Ye Shaohan's body suddenly shook, blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and he took a few steps back, with a terrifying will flowing in his body.
This will was Murong Yu's martial arts will. Bang bang! Ye Shaohan stepped back a few steps again, and suddenly used the will of the moon god to dispel this terrifying will in his body.
Snowflakes were flying, Zhang Ming came out with his sword, it was still the simplest sword move, raise the sword, draw the sword!
Even such a sword contained the ultimate in sentimentality, and a wave of sadness that made the sword feel sad was beating on it, and lilac flowers condensed from the surrounding snowflakes were flying around him.
Before Murong Yu turned around, he noticed the sword light coming from behind him, and his mind was slightly shocked, "The ultimate in love, this sword is also good!"
Murong Yu held it with his left hand, and a sword shadow transformed from martial arts will appeared. Turning around, Murong Yu also made a simple sword move, raised the sword, and drew the sword.
The sword did not shake the world, but it was enough to subvert the world! These two equally ordinary swords met in the void. At this moment, Murong Yu felt an inexplicable sadness, which was heartbreaking.
Similarly, at the moment when the sword tips met, Zhang Ming also felt a domineering force that dominated the world!
The two incomparably plain swords met in the void, causing no ripples, but the silence of this decision caused the surrounding void to shatter silently.
The lilac flowers flying around fell down and fell on Murong Yu. Murong Yu raised his sword eyebrow slightly. Compared to this sword, these flowers were more terrifying.
Bang! The martial arts will filled the air, and Murong Yu crushed these flying lilacs with his martial arts will.
Fatty Xiao was waiting for the opportunity to draw his sword. At this moment, when the proud sword came out, it would shake the world and change the situation.
If he doesn't whine, it will be enough. A cry will shake the heavens and the earth, and he will be proud of the world for nine days! It is also an incomparably bright sword, and the shadow of the silver moon behind it is integrated into his sword.
"Humph!" Murong Yu snorted coldly, forced back Zhang Ming's sword, turned around suddenly, grabbed the void with his left hand, and a sword shadow appeared again, and the sword fell, directly hitting the bright sword light.
superior.
Bang bang! The crisp sound of the sword resounded, and its terrifying strength exploded. Fatty Xiao's figure also retreated, and its strength fell on him, his blood boiled, and a little fresh blood dripped from the corner of his mouth.
"As expected of the Master of the Three Great Halls!" As he retreated, Fatty Xiao could still detect the martial arts will that followed him. He swung his sword forward again and retreated dozens of steps in a row.
"Do you want to continue? The three of you are definitely not my enemies. Even if you have the will, you are not in the Spiritual Emperor realm after all!" Murong Yu raised his eyes and landed on Ye Shaohan above. He struck three times, each time causing serious damage.
Ye Shaohan and others.
There was terrifying coercion in his gaze. When his gaze touched Ye Shaohan, Ye Shaohan's figure suddenly shook but he didn't say anything.
"Transform into the wind!" Ye Shaohan whispered, raising his sword finger. In an instant, the afterimages behind him immediately turned into roaring winds. The winds rolled out wildly, filled the sky, and finally turned into a roaring
Qinglong.
The green dragon roared out and rushed towards Murong Yu. At the same time, Ye Shaohan took a step forward and the Qilin Sword in his hand came out and turned into a stream of light and merged into the green dragon.
"Hundred Steps Flying Sword!" Ye Shaohan followed closely behind, also blending into the phantom of the green dragon.
The green dragon roared, and the endless wind condensed into a sword. In an instant, a rain of swords fell in vain in the void, and the sword shadows rushed towards Murong Yu one after another.
"This is the best time. I will take the four swords from you. After this sword blow, my disciple's mistakes will be over!" Murong Yu looked at the sword shadow with cold eyes, and turned toward him.
Taking a step forward, the entire void suddenly trembled, and a terrifying aura filled the world. Murong Yu formed a sword with his fingers, and the shadow of the sword swelled in the wind and swept out. It contained extremely terrifying martial arts will, which was directly shattered.
The sword shadow filled the sky, and even tore the roaring green dragon into pieces.
And Ye Shaohan's figure also appeared strangely behind Murong Yu, and his Qilin sword shot out, leaving only this extremely bright sword light and rain sword skill in the world.
The target of this sword was the Holy Son. The Holy Son, whose soul was extremely weak, also noticed this sword and raised his head, his eyes filled with horror.
This sword was very fast, at least it penetrated the head of the Holy Son. This sword shattered all the vitality in the Holy Son's body. But at the moment when this sword was about to continue to obliterate the Holy Son's soul, Murong Yu's hand appeared, and the sword pointed
Clamping the Qilin Sword, he looked at Ye Shaohan coldly and said calmly: "That's enough! If you continue, then don't blame me for ignoring the rules!" After saying this, Murong Yuruo looked at Feng Zongdao's with deep meaning.
direction, and at the same time, the sword fingers struck the Qilin Sword.
Bang Bang! Sheathing his sword, Ye Shaohan stepped back and looked at the Holy Son who was no longer human with a slight unwillingness.
"Hmph!" Murong Yu snorted coldly, clamped the Saint Son's figure, and flew away. Murong Yu knew that if he were to kill the fifth generation, then he would be greeted by a combined attack from Xuan Wuye and Huang Pu.
At that time, the Sword Temple no longer existed.
Suppressing the roiling blood energy, Ye Shaohan looked at the leaving figure rather unwillingly.
Zhang Ming held his sword and stood quietly beside Ye Shaohan without saying anything. Instead, Fatty Xiao said: "He has already shown murderous intent. If it weren't for the involvement of the three halls, he would kill us today!"
"I know that when he first appeared, the outcome of this matter was already doomed, but I want to know how big the gap is between me and the three hall masters!" Ye Shaohan whispered. Although he was confident, he did not blindly think that with the help of
The will of the fourth generation Moon God can obliterate Murong Yu, the master of the Sword Temple! Being able to do this is already his limit. However, after the first trial, Ye Shaohan truly realized how terrifying Murong Yu was.
"What's the result?" Zhang Ming whispered, his hand holding the sword became numb for a while, and he temporarily lost consciousness.
"It's unfathomable. At least it can easily erase us today!" Ye Shaohan whispered as he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
Turning around, Ye Shaohan's eyes fell on the void, where a white dress was flying.
The monstrous sea of blood dissipated, but the pungent smell of blood still lingered in the air.
There are few stars in the moon, and its moonlight flows out like water and falls on the vast land.