After the brilliance, there was endless darkness. Tian Shi's eyes were gradually submerged by darkness. The inexplicable chill completely exploded in his body, freezing his thinking and wiping out his soul.
Holding the sword, Ye Shaohan still maintained the posture of drawing the sword, rain sword skill! The fastest sword, a sword that is too fast to be caught.
The surroundings fell into a deathlike silence. Liu Dong's eyes widened, and a look of disbelief appeared on his pale face.
A figure in white clothes and snow, and a long sword as cold as frost, the long sword stopped at Tian Shi's neck without splashing any blood, but this sword took away all the life in Tian Shi's body.
The ice spread out only for a moment, and Tian Shi's body turned into an ice sculpture, strangely still in mid-air.
Holding the sword, Ye Shaohan still took a step forward. One step was tens of feet. Ye Shaohan's figure was like a breeze, unable to catch him. However, everyone felt a sense of astonishment. Ye Shaohan would appear next to a bloody figure.
Behind Elder Shage.
At the same time, everyone's eyes fell on the elder of the Blood Demon Pavilion. Sure enough, ripples of space filled the air there, and a dazzling sword light appeared before Ye Shaohan's figure emerged.
Everyone could not feel any power from this light sword. It was like the breeze blowing across the calm lake surface, only causing faint ripples instead of splashing water.
The sword light dissipated, and Ye Shaohan's figure emerged. The tip of the sword with cold light still rested on the neck of the Blood Demon Pavilion elder. The ice spread instantly, and another ice sculpture appeared in the void.
The weak sunlight tore apart the clouds and fell on the ice sculpture. The expression on the face of the elder of the Blood Demon Pavilion was still frozen at the previous moment, a look of horror.
There is no blood or blood in the killing, and there is no killing intention either. All that is left is the fluttering sword and the figure dancing like the breeze!
Killing has become an art in his hands. Holding the sword, Ye Shaohan stepped forward again, taking two consecutive steps, still with a light sword, killing a spiritual master realm warrior with each step.
After Ye Shaohan took the fourth step, there were only three figures left in the void, the figure in white clothes Shengxue, and two figures running away.
"Two Level 3 Spirit Master warriors, what a pity. If they are in the Spirit Emperor realm, then they can refine sword corpses!"
"But if the Hungry Ghost Dao is here, he should like the souls of these two people!" Holding the sword, Ye Shaohan still took a step forward, swept dozens of feet away, and silently appeared among them as a escaping figure.
behind.
Wude is the elder of the Minhou Sect. He came to the Blood Demon Pavilion with Tian Shi this time. He originally thought that the strength of his three spiritual master level 3 warriors would be enough to kill that man.
However, the light sword before undoubtedly shattered all his illusions, and at this moment, he felt the chill behind him, and he knew that the evil star had already arrived.
Stopping in vain, Wude turned around, and the giant sword in his hand, which was as tall as a man, suddenly fell apart, "Magical landslide!"
A shocking roar sounded, the sound was like the sound of a mountain collapsing and the earth cracking. The rich sword energy emerged next to the giant sword, transforming into a sky-reaching mountain shadow. This mountain shadow is the highest mountain in Dugu Hell, Xuegu Mountain.
!
At the beginning, Wu De had spent decades in Xuegu Mountain, and he had just realized this magical power. The mountain collapsed with a giant sword, and the mountain shadow suddenly fell down with a huge sword, and the terrifying pressure directly suppressed Ye Shaohan's body.
Facing the mountain shadow covering dozens of feet in width and the sword energy overwhelming the sky and the earth, Ye Shaohan narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "This magical power is quite good. It uses the power of heaven and earth to merge the power of heaven and earth!"
However, Ye Shaohan only narrowed his eyes slightly, and stabbed out with the sword as before. However, flashes of thunder appeared around the Qilin Sword, and violent power filled the air.
This sword is light and agile, but it is filled with violent power like thunder. Two completely different auras are contained in this sword. This is still the rain sword skill, but with some more changes.
Back then, Ye Shaohan was able to merge Wan Dao Sword Style into one style, Wan Sword Return Sect. Today, Ye Shaohan can also evolve it into One Style Rain Sword Skill.
"A mere flick of the sword tried to block my landslide!" Looking at the bright sword light, Wu De's eyes showed a little coldness. The young man in front of him was too arrogant. Could it be that my Wu De was not even qualified to use his magical powers?
No?
People who have never seen landslides and ground cracks will never imagine that spectacular scene. Wu De's momentum surged again. When the momentum reached its peak, it suddenly collapsed. This was Wu De's deliberate move.
Bang! The mountain shadow shook and hit Ye Shaohan directly. Wu De's voice drowned out the roar around him: "Suppress it!"
With this sword, Wu De not only suppressed Ye Shaohan's sword but also suppressed his people.
The pressure swept over like a tide, but this pressure could not stop Ye Shaohan's body, nor could it stop Ye Shaohan's sword.
The violent thunder was like an invisible giant palm, tearing apart this terrifying pressure, tearing apart the void, and approaching the huge mountain shadow.
"Rule of Thunder!" Wude Jian frowned slightly, and the giant sword in his hand spun in vain. The huge mountain shadow collapsed directly, the mountain collapsed and the ground cracked, turning into a torrent and rushing towards Ye Shaohan below, with great momentum.
"I don't believe that your sword can't suppress you!" Wude said lightly, taking several steps in succession. It is true that his terrifying landslide magical power can suppress Ye Shaohan's rule of thunder, but Ye Shaohan's sword can't suppress it.
It not only contains the rules of thunder, but also the most terrifying will of the fourth generation of the Moon God! This magical power alone cannot suppress the will of the Moon God. Looking at the approaching torrent, the chill in Ye Shaohan's eyes became even colder, and then
At this moment the will of the Moon God burst out.
With a light sword, the will of the Moon God merged into it. This Will of the Moon God exploded in vain like an extinct volcano that had been silent for decades.
At this moment, Wude's figure suddenly shook, and a look of horror filled his eyes, "How is this possible!"
The will of the Moon God directly destroyed the torrent of mountain shadows like a coincidence. At the same time, the brilliant sword light continued to enlarge in Wude's eyes, and the last coldness spread out on his neck. After that,
, the will of martial virtue dissipated immediately.
The ice spread out and directly froze Wude's whole body. Under the weak sunlight, another ice sculpture emerged.
Sheathing his sword, Ye Shaohan's figure passed directly over Wude's body, looking indifferently at the horrified Elder Lin in the distance.
At the moment when the will of the Moon God broke out, Elder Lin's figure suddenly shook. This extremely terrifying will was the will of martial arts. He had felt it in his ancestor. Could it be that this young man was a warrior in the Spirit Emperor realm.
"Don't be the enemy, retreat!" In order to escape, Elder Lin burned part of his soul power, in exchange for a short period of strength, and his body speed increased a lot. However, at this moment, his figure suddenly stopped.
He stood still, staring at the void in front of him in disbelief.
A faint space ripple emerged in the void ahead, and then a figure in white clothes, Sheng Xue, walked out of the endless void. The white clothes were as white as snow, the sword was as frosty, and the tip of the sword was still stained with a little scarlet.
Blood dripped down the tip of the sword and onto the rocks below, and a plum blossom print spread out.
"How is it possible? It's just for a moment!" Looking at the figure in front of him, Elder Lin's eyes were full of horror. He burned the power of his soul and still couldn't escape.
"You can't escape!" Ye Shaohan said calmly, took a step forward, and his figure turned into the breeze and disappeared silently. The moment Ye Shaohan raised his foot, Elder Lin's figure suddenly shook, and a terrifying wave of
Will fell on him like a mountain.
Before the sword was drawn out, its terrifying will filled the air and tightly restrained Elder Lin's figure.
In an instant, cold sweat penetrated his whole body, and an unprecedented sense of crisis surged into his heart. At this moment, he discovered to his horror that he could not move.
It only takes a moment to draw the sword, and it only takes a moment to kill someone!
A bright sword light emerged. The sword light dissipated. The cold-light sword tip passed across Elder Lin's neck. The ice spread out. In just a few breaths, another ice sculpture appeared in the void. In this one
There is no life inside the ice sculpture, only endless will to die.
Six steps, one step to kill one person! The six ice sculptures were so strangely still in mid-air. Ye Shaohan lowered his eyes slightly and trembled slightly. The blood stained on the Qilin Sword fell again, "Although the injuries on the soul have been fully recovered now."
, but the blood crystal is indeed a good thing, and the blood and essence of these people cannot be wasted!" With a wave of Ye Shaohan's right hand, the six ice sculptures fell lightly on the Blood Evil Peak below like falling leaves.
Raising his head, Ye Shaohan looked at the blood clouds hovering in the sky and whispered: "Sword Intent Tribulation? Sword Intent Tribulation in Hell!"
"The calamity cloud condensed by blood energy, the extremely scarlet blood thunder, whether it is hell or the Martial God Continent, the rules of thunder are everywhere!" Looking at the swimming thunder, a trace of contemplation flashed in Ye Shaohan's eyes.
Thunder swims, and its roar echoes across the nine heavens, stimulating a series of faint space waves.
The violent aura filled the void, and the strange blood cloud surged out with its oppressive aura, covering the entire Blood Evil Peak! The disciples of the Blood Evil Pavilion had to mobilize their spiritual energy to resist this oppression.
The martial arts made hunting noises, but Ye Shaohan was not affected by this oppression.
"The omnipresent thunder contains incomparable terrifying power!" Ye Shaohan's eyes fell firmly on the thunder, and Ye Shaohan seemed to have some realization in his heart.
The bloody calamity cloud condensed, and its terrifying pressure spread out in all directions.
The entire Blood Evil Peak was shrouded under the pressure of the blood cloud, and the broken rocks emerged one after another, and finally turned into dust and scattered.
Holding the sword, Ye Shaohan walked towards the void. Every step he took was so gentle, but no one could catch him.