Chapter 839 Half Step into the Spirit Emperor Realm
Chapter 839: Half step into the spirit emperor realm
At this time, Ye Shaohan would always open his eyes and stare at the silver light disappearing into the clouds. At this moment, several killing sounds resounded from the distant peaks.
This is the voice of the Blood Prison Army. In the night, the sound of killing floats out.
"Is this the Blood Prison?" A cold shout resounded in the night, drowning out the killing sounds of the Blood Prison Army.
A blood-colored figure emerged from the gray sky. The tall figure was still stained with a little blood in his bloody clothes. He was like a general walking out of the battlefield. As soon as this man appeared, endless killing intent appeared.
Emerging from the horizon.
The long sword glowed with cold light, and there was still a little blood on it. The figure came out with the sword, and every time he took a few steps, there were waves of roaring sounds in the void.
"A disciple of a sect is so unlucky. It seems that the external rumors are a bit too exaggerated!" A deep voice echoed, and that scarlet gaze looked so eye-catching in the night.
Lin Dao and Lu Qing suddenly raised their heads and looked at the bloody shadow in the void, with a hint of surprise showing: "It's actually him!"
The other three spiritual master realm warriors also took a few breaths, looking quite fearful, "Killing God Han Xin, I didn't expect that he is here too!"
A shocking murderous intention hovered in the sky, and at this moment, a sharp sound of breaking wind resounded in the void hundreds of feet around, and then, sword lights emerged one after another. The sword lights dispersed, and these figures were all
He was standing a hundred feet away and did not step forward.
These people are all warriors who came from the Lonely Hell. Although their strength is not as strong as the Spirit Master Realm, they will not let go of any challenge.
Tens of thousands of pairs of eyes gathered on the Blood Evil Peak. When these people caught a glimpse of the blood shadow, they all took a few breaths and said, "Killing God Han Xin!"
For a moment, the sound of breaking wind all around fell silent, and countless eyes fell on the blood shadow.
Under the Blood Fiend Peak, hundreds of corpses still dripping with blood fell among the rocks. Liu Dong held a broken sword and had many injuries on his body. He looked at the blood shadow in the void with a pale face and said, "Still...
What a killer!"
The broken sword slipped away, Liu Dong looked at the hundreds of corpses around him, and the corners of his mouth twitched, "More than two hundred blood prison soldiers, I, Old Liu, managed to cultivate them with great difficulty!"
"Evil star meets killer star!" Suppressing the blood in his chest, Liu Dong couldn't help but have a look of worry in his eyes.
The God of Death, Han Xin! With his tall and straight figure, sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, his eyes are slightly scarlet. Looking at him, he looks like a rather elegant middle-aged man, but the murderous aura in him is too shocking.
Stopping, Han Xin glanced around, finally landing on the stone sword that reached the sky, "The two energies of life and death!"
"Are you the Blood Prison Emperor?" The blood-stained sword pointed coldly at Ye Shaohan, and Han Xin said coldly: "You are the first person under the Ling Emperor, and you can certainly take on the role!"
"Five spirit emperor level 3 warriors!" Han Xin glanced at Lin Dao coldly, shook his head slightly, and sneered: "Being able to defeat these five wastes means that the strength is pretty good, but these are far from enough, but the spirit emperor's
You still can't afford to be called the number one person!" Shocking murderous intent permeated Han Xin's body. His reputation as the God of Killing was not groundless. No less than hundreds of thousands of people died in his hands.
The most important thing is that the sword in his hand is stained with the blood of nearly fifty spiritual master realm warriors.
Han Xin's name is quite prominent in the Lonely Hell, but with Han Xin's current reputation, no one still calls him the number one person under the Ling Emperor.
But now, a person who is the first person under the Spiritual Emperor has actually appeared in this lonely hell, not to mention that this person is still unknown.
Therefore, when Han Xin came, he wanted to see who this Blood Hell Emperor was, who dared to claim to be the first person under the Ling Emperor.
Opening his eyes, Ye Shaohan's gaze fell on Han Xin's sword and said calmly: "Did you kill someone?"
"Besides, he's still my subordinate, right?"
"You killed someone? And you were one of my men!" Ye Shaohan opened his eyes and his eyes fell on the long sword stained with blood.
His expression was calm, but the moment Ye Shaohan spoke, the whole world became extremely oppressive, and a chilling air filled the air.
"I wanted to test the strength of the Blood Prison disciples, but I didn't expect those people to be so helpless!" Han Xin said calmly, with an indifferent expression.
"You want to challenge me?" Ye Shaohan said calmly. He did feel a pressure from Han Xin. This pressure was something he had never felt from Lin Dao and others.
This person is very strong, at least in the spiritual realm. This person is the strongest person he has ever seen, the peak of the spiritual realm.
Shaking his head, a look of impatience appeared on Han Xin's face, "I am not one of those wastes, nor am I here to challenge you. I have only one purpose here, and that is to kill you!"
Bang bang! A roar suddenly resounded in the sky, and its murderous intent surged out like a tide. Around Han Xin, the water vapor even condensed into ice crystals.
Han Xin has killed many people, from ordinary children to terrifying spiritual masters.
Han Xin's murderous intention set off waves of space waves. Liu Dong and others frowned and secretly said: "Han Xin, the God of Killing, how many people has he killed?"
His eyes were as calm as water, and Ye Shaohan's expression was still the same, "Kill me?"
In the lonely hell, the people Han Xin wants to kill will never live to see tomorrow. Therefore, few people can be so calm in the face of Han Xin's murderous words.
Even the elders of the first-class sects are like this. Han Xin's strength is enough to be feared.
But today they saw that even when facing the God of Death Han Xin, Ye Shaohan's expression never changed.
"If you want to gain prestige, you need matching strength!" Han Xin said lightly, his blood energy surrounding him, and space ripples spread out, "But if you don't have matching strength, you can only perish!
"
Ding! The crisp sound of sword chants resounded, and the killing intent in Han Xin exploded without concealment.
"Are you done?" Ye Shaohan raised his sword eyebrow slightly, and the Qiphosphorus sword appeared in his hand. In an instant, the sword light suddenly appeared, Ye Shaohan took a step forward, and struck the city with one sword.
Before he drew his sword, there was no breath in Ye Shaohan's body, but the moment he drew his sword, he moved the sky like a sharp sword that had been dusty for a long time.
One sword can conquer the city, and its sword intent condenses out, overwhelming all the swords in the world!
It was a light sword, but facing such a sword, Han Xin's expression suddenly changed. In front of this sword, he actually found that he had no possibility of using the sword.
Back! He stepped back with his right foot, and Han Xin stepped back a few steps. He just picked up the long sword in his hand, and the sound of the sword resounded in vain, creating ripples in the space.
But at this moment, Han Xin found that the bright sword light in front of him dissipated. Not only the sword light dissipated, but also Ye Shaohan's figure, silently.
The sword missed, Han Xin suddenly turned around and stopped the sword before it was halfway out.
A bright sword light emerged in his eyes. This sword light was so soft and beautiful that people could not help but be immersed in it.
The sword light continued to expand in Han Xin's eyes, followed closely by that overly young face and those unimpressive eyes.
"Supernatural Thunder Shield!" Han Xin's eyes were like real sword light. He saw directly through the bright sword light and felt Ye Shaohan's terrifying sword intent. It was this sword intent that made the sword even more terrifying.
"What a terrifying sword intent. I am not as good as him with just sword intent! No wonder this person can defeat several spiritual master level 3 warriors one after another. His sword intent is so terrifying, so naturally his magical power is not bad!" Han Xin's eyesight
Senran, the whole person "exudes a cold aura"
At the same time, the clicking sound emerged in mid-air in vain, condensing in front of Han Xin, the thunderbolts were flying like dragons, and finally converged into a shield filled with mysterious marks.
This is formed by the gathering of the power of thunder rules, eventually forming ripples, and this shield is integrated with Han Xin's sword intention and magical thunder shield.
Ding! The explosion sound like the clash of metals echoed in vain. Ye Shaohan's light sword landed on the thunder shield, causing a faint ripple but failing to break it.
"No one can smash my shield, not even those old immortals!" It was because of this magical thunder shield that Han Xin was able to survive countless decisive battles.
"Thunder!" The sword fell, and countless thunderbolts surged out in vain, sweeping towards Ye Shaohan's figure. These terrifying thunderbolts were enough to tear the sky apart, and they contained sword energy and sword intention.
But Ye Shaohan's eyes were still calm and unruffled. When the thunder was about to touch Ye Shaohan's body, Ye Shaohan said calmly: "Do you want to make me your enemy?"
Bang bang! The thunder that came from the thunder stopped in vain. In Han Xin's eyes, a strange mark appeared on Ye Shaohan's eyebrows. It was the mark formed by the thunder dragon, the thunder mark.
"I control the thunder in the world!" Ye Shaohan took a step forward, and its purple light emerged from the Qiphosphorus sword in vain. For just a moment, roars resounded in the sky and earth, and all the thunder in the world gathered in vain, entangling
Next to the Qifan Sword.
Whoosh! The Qiphosphorus Sword came out of his hand, carrying all the thunder from heaven and earth, and shot Han Xin directly with the force of thunder.
"How is that possible!" At this moment, Han Xin actually felt the vibrations of the Thunder Shield, and the patterns transformed by the Thunder Rules also had a tendency to collapse.
The peak of the Spiritual Lord! Han Xin is called the God of Killing who is only half a step into the Spiritual Emperor realm. In just an instant, all the spiritual energy in his body surged out, suppressing the thunder rules that were about to collapse, and at the same time retreated.
, one step back is tens of feet.
"Hundred Steps Flying Sword!" The Qiphosphorus Sword was like a rainbow, rising up across the sky and drawing dazzling electric lights. At the same time, Ye Shaohan raised his feet and took a step forward. In just a moment, the Qiphosphorus Sword appeared there.
In front of the Thunder Shield, Ye Shaohan's figure also appeared.