Looking at the rain still in mid-air around him, Junzi Jianlindao finally showed a solemn look in his eyes. Even Lu Qing restrained the sarcasm from before and looked at the figure of Shengxue in white with seriousness.
Ye Shaohan's voice spread out, and the palm shadow reaching the sky shattered, but Liu Dong and others still stood where they were and did not step forward.
"Are you the Emperor of Blood Hell?" He waved his feather fan and Junzi Jian Lindao took a step forward. The moment he took a step, the rainwater that had been stationary in mid-air around him fell again.
"Is something wrong?" Ye Shaohan raised his head and his eyes fell on Lin Dao for the first time. He still had that calm gaze, but this gaze that was as calm as stagnant water made Lin Dao feel an inexplicable palpitation.
"There are rumors from the outside that the Blood Prison Emperor is the first person under the Spirit Emperor, and Lu is here to challenge you!" Lu Qing put the giant sword on his shoulder and whispered: "I just don't know if you are worthy of this.
Title, the first person under the Spiritual Emperor!"
Wen Wu is the first, Wu Wu is the second! In the past two months, a new name has appeared in Dugu Hell in vain, the Blood Hell Emperor, known as the first person under the Ling Emperor.
Hearing this, Ye Shaohan raised his head and his eyes fell on Liu Dong in the distance. Sensing Ye Shaohan's gaze, Liu Dong's expression changed slightly. This sentence was indeed said by him, but he didn't know when it was spread.
In the past few months, Liu Dong had often boasted to the Blood Prison Army.
"For thousands of years, no one has dared to claim to be the first person under the Spiritual Emperor!" With a wave of his feather fan, Lin Dao also surged with a terrifying aura.
Ye Shaohan looked as calm as water and said calmly: "So you want to challenge me?"
Ye Shaohan's surprising calmness made Lu Qing and Lin Dao feel uneasy. After suppressing their uneasiness, Lu Qing chuckled and said, "Yes!"
"But, why should I accept your challenge!" Ye Shaohan said seriously. At this point, Ye Shaohan's eyes fell on the rain again, and the sound of raindrops sounded again.
"Why, by rejecting our challenge, are you afraid that your strength will not match the title of the number one person under the Ling Emperor?" Lu Qing sneered, his eyes gradually becoming colder.
"Does it have anything to do with you if the talisman is not consistent?" Ye Shaohan's tone was still so calm...
The mountain wind blew up the falling rain, which fell on Lin Dao and Lu Qing.
Ye Shaohan still stood on the hilt of the stone sword that reached the sky, and the raindrops fell on the delicate petals.
"The number one person under the Spirit Emperor is nothing more than this. No wonder I came here. My friends all said that the Blood Prison Emperor was just a person seeking fame and fame!" Lu Qing did not hide the sarcasm in his words.
However, Ye Shaohan still said the same thing: "Does this have anything to do with you? If nothing happens, please leave!"
The plain words floated in the rain, and these words were more harsh than Lu Qing's sarcasm.
"I came here to challenge you. Could it be that you don't have the confidence to connect with my swords?" Lin Dao said calmly, waving his feather fan, and the surrounding rainwater swirled in vain.
"The number one person under the Ling Emperor?" Ye Shaohan suddenly chuckled, looked at Lin Dao and Lu Qing sadly, and said lightly: "Is it important?"
"It is said to be a challenge, but you are dissatisfied with me. The title of the first person under the Spiritual Emperor is very important to you. You are dissatisfied with why this unknown me can have such a title?"
"So, if you come to challenge me, as long as you defeat me, then the so-called first person will be you. For you, I will be your stepping stone!"
"You want to take advantage of my reputation and become the so-called number one Spirit Emperor!" Ye Shaohan shook his head slightly and said, "Don't you think this is unfair?"
"Fair?" The smile at the corner of Lu Qing's mouth froze in vain, while Lin Qing looked at Ye Shaohan thoughtfully and said lightly: "Fair?"
"I have the reputation you want here, so you challenge me! But what else do I want from you?"
"Do you think this is fair?" Ye Shaohan said calmly, the rain wet his long, inky hair, "Have you ever heard of Sword Slave?"
"Sword slave?" Lin Dao and Lu Qing's expressions changed. In hell, sword slave is the most humble existence.
"It's very simple. If I accept the challenge and you fail, then you will become my sword slave!" Ye Shaohan said calmly. After speaking, he was too lazy to talk nonsense.
"Failed and became your sword slave. Do you think this is fair?" Lu Qing sneered as the giant sword was swung out and pointed at Ye Shaohan.
"There is no absolute fairness in this world, but only relative fairness! You want to step on me and become the so-called number one Spirit Emperor, but all you can make me care about is your strength?"
"You want fame, I want sword slaves, it's that simple!" Ye Shaohan said lightly, "You two come here with swords, don't you have any confidence at all?"
The same sarcastic words, Ye Shaohan's sarcasm was more harsh than Lu Qing's, especially Ye Shaohan's calm expression made people grit their teeth.
Ye Shaohan closed his eyes and stopped talking. In his opinion, wasting time on this so-called nonsense is better than practicing hard.
Hearing this, both Lin Dao and Lu Qing had solemn expressions on their faces. Although their qualifications were terrifying, they were able to get to where they are today, and their character was not ordinary.
Although Ye Shaohan's words were plain, Lin Dao and Lu Qing both felt absolute confidence in them.
Lin Dao waved his feather fan and took a step forward. He looked at Ye Shaohan thoughtfully and chuckled: "The Blood Prison Emperor is a very interesting person!"
"I, Lin Dao, challenge you. If I fail, then I will become your sword slave!" At this moment, Lin Dao showed an extremely cold aura, and a sword with a cold light emerged from the middle of the feather fan.
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Holding a giant sword, Lu Qing also took a step forward, cracked his lips and said in a cold voice: "I have been in the lonely hell for decades. I still have some confidence in my own strength. I challenge you today. If I
If you fail, then I will become your sword slave!"
Lu Qing's voice spread around, causing waves of roars.
The most complicated person at the moment was Liu Dong, who looked at the two figures holding swords with a complicated expression, "If you two become the sword slaves of this evil star, wouldn't you be competing with me, Old Liu, for status?"
The wind blew up the rain, and Ye Shaohan opened his eyes and said calmly: "Then, you two together!"
"Together?" Lin Dao and Lu Qing both looked startled, and soon realized that the person in front of them actually wanted to resist their offensive with his own strength. Thinking of this, even the cautious Lin Dao felt that Ye Shaohan was a little too much.
confidence.
As for Liu Dong, his heart suddenly sank. In the past few months, he had seen Ye Shaohan's strength. The number of Spirit Master level warriors who died in his hands was no less than thirty, including several Spirit Master Level 3 warriors.
Warrior.
"If this evil star can say something like this, it means that he is absolutely sure!" Liu Dong sighed slightly, "I, Old Liu, must work hard in the future, otherwise my position, Old Liu, will be lost!"
Before the challenge even started, Liu Dong believed that Lin Dao and Lu Qing had no chance of winning. Liu Dong was not the only one who had this idea, but also the Blood Prison Army behind him.
The rain fell on the stone sword, raising a hazy layer of rain and fog. At this moment, Ye Shaohan walked out of the rain and fog, and the Qilin Sword had appeared in his hand at some point.
Ye Shaohan took a step forward, and a gust of breeze floated out in the rain. The breeze dispersed, and Ye Shaohan's figure turned into thousands of figures. His white clothes were flying, and the bright sword light shredded the flowing rain and mist.
"Supernatural power transforms into wind!" Before using the complete magical power of wind, Lin Dao and Lu Qing felt thousands of mysterious and different sword styles in the bright sword light.
For a moment, Lu Qing and Lin Dao both ignored their previous thoughts and held long swords in hand, about to retreat. However, at this moment, they were shocked to find that their paths were blocked by afterimages and sword lights.
Cut off.
The way back was blocked, holding swords, Lu Qing and Lin Dao did not retreat, but took a step forward. Their respective magical powers manifested one after another, tearing apart the afterimages and the bright sword light.
The sword light shattered, and the surrounding world dimmed in vain. At this moment, a dazzling light emerged, flashing past like thunder across the starry sky.
In just an instant, the sword appeared! This bright sword light flashed in the eyes of Lin Dao and Lu Qing, and at the same time, a chill spread around their necks.
In an instant, Lin Dao and Lu Qing's faces turned extremely pale, and in front of their eyes, a figure in white appeared.
Sheathing the sword, Ye Shaohan held the Qilin Sword in his hand, walked in the rain, and stepped on the stone sword again. The Qilin Sword slowly fell down, and the tip of the Qilin Sword was stained with a little scarlet.
The rain fell on the Qilin sword, and a series of crisp ding-dong sounds sounded. The rain washed away the little scarlet, and the blood-melted rain dripped down and fell on the flowers below the stone sword, and the delicate petals had an extra touch.
Blood red.
A trace of blood appeared on the necks of Lin Dao and Lu Qing. Lin Dao and Lu Qing's minds seemed to still be immersed in the dazzling sword light from before. That dazzling sword light seemed to have replaced the entire sky.
A cold wind blew, and its icy rain fell on Lin Dao and Lu Qing.
The rain was cold, but what made Lin Dao and Lu Qing feel chilled was Ye Shaohan's extremely bright sword light just now.
The surroundings fell into a death-like silence. Lin Dao and Lu Qing both touched their necks, and a damp feeling spread across their fingertips.
Lin Dao and Lu Qing knew that if Ye Shaohan wanted to kill them, it would only take a moment.
The long sword sank into the feather fan, and Lin Dao looked at the figure of Shengxue in white with confusion. Only now did Lin Dao realize why Ye Shaohan's eyes were always so calm, even when he and Lu Qing were besieging him.