"This is interesting. The giant swords on those guards are all covered with sword marks. Coupled with the blood armor, it seems that these people have experienced a bloody battle!" Lu Qing whispered as he put the giant sword on his shoulders.
road.
"Since ancient times, the position of city lord has caused brothers to kill each other. Could it be that this young master Su was forced out of the Eight Cold Hells!" Lin Dao waved his feather fan and felt a shocking murderous intention on the dozens of guards, especially when he mentioned the Eight Cold Hells.
At this time, the killing intent on these people became even colder. The cold wind blew, and the luxurious robes rustled. Young Master Su held the sword and looked at Ye Shaohan on the stone sword with an indifferent expression.
The wind blew up, and the withered petals on the ground flew up one after another. The petals fell on Ye Shaohan's face. Ye Shaohan opened his eyes and looked calmly at the figure below.
"Compared to Han Xin, this person is stronger!" With just one glance, Ye Shaohan felt a sense of oppression from Young Master Su. If Han Xin was at the peak of the Spiritual Lord, then this person would have half-stepped into the Spiritual Emperor realm, even here
Ye Shaohan felt a terrifying will in the figure.
Although this will has not yet been truly formed, it still exists. Standing with a sword in hand, the area within tens of feet around is dominated by Young Master Su, who dominates everything.
Oppression spread out. Faced with this oppression, Lin Dao and the other five had to use their spiritual energy to resist, "He actually reached the level of half-step spiritual emperor, half-step spiritual emperor's oppression?"
Facing this pressure, Ye Shaohan's eyes were still as calm as dead water. In his indifferent eyes, Ye Shaohan noticed the shocking arrogance.
This person is different from Lin Dao, Lu Qing, Han Xin and others. With just this look, Ye Shaohan knew that this person did not come because of his reputation as the first person under the Ling Emperor. In this figure, Ye Shaohan saw himself
The shadow that he thought was just like when he challenged the Spirit Master Realm warriors of various second-rate sects, just to become stronger, simply to become stronger.
"They call me Emperor!" Ye Shaohan said calmly, raising his right hand to hold the falling petals, "You want to challenge me?"
"Yes!" Young Master Su Dandan raised his long sword and the flying petals fell on him one after another. Cold light spread over the sword.
"There are rules for challenges!" A little purple thunder spread out from Ye Shaohan's fingertips, beating around the petals, and a petal condensed by thunder bloomed in the palm of Ye Shaohan's hand.
Thunder is violent and has the power to destroy everything in the world. However, the violent thunder is gentle on Ye Shaohan's fingertips.
With his eyes slightly focused, Young Master Su's gaze stopped on the swimming thunder, "What a terrifying power of control!"
"Rules! If I fail, I will be a sword slave in this life!" Young Master Su said calmly. A proud young master became a sword slave. This was enough to trample on Young Master Gui's proud dignity, but this sentence still resonated with Young Master Su.
So calm and gentle.
No one could see Young Master Su's expression, his eyes were still as indifferent as water.
Even Lin Dao was surprised, "Master Bahan is a sword slave!" Everyone knows that the master's status in Bahan Hell is nobler than that of the first-class sect masters.
Young Master not only represents the noble status, but also symbolizes the supreme status of Bahan City in the Eight Cold Hells. Even the first-class sect leaders will call Young Master Su when they see Young Master Su!
"Then draw your sword!" Ye Shaohan said calmly. The thunder in his palm dissipated, the Qilin Sword emerged, and a crisp sword chant echoed in vain around him.
"The name of the sword is Young Master, Young Master's Sword!" Young Master Su's gaze fell on the long sword in his hand, and its crisp sword chants also resounded throughout the area.
Space ripples were stirred up in the void of several hundred feet.
A terrifying coercion spread out all around, and both the guards Lin Dao and others, as well as the onlookers warriors, took a few steps back.
"Half step of oppression!" Lin Dao whispered. Before the sword was released, it had already affected the aura within hundreds of feet. Whether facing Ye Shaohan's sword or the young master's sword, Lin Dao knew that he had no chance of winning.
That's the difference.
The ring finger and thumb were clasped together, holding the hilt of the sword. Young Master Su held the sword and made a sword salute to Ye Shaohan.
Sword ceremony is not common in hell, but it is extremely common in the Martial God Continent. As a noble son, Master Su's behavior reflects his cultivation.
The sword energy was overwhelming. Young Master Su took a step forward, and the withered petals below him immediately started to fly. There was no sword skill, no rules, magical power. In Young Master Su's hands, his sword was extremely simple, but it was a light and fluttering sword.
Then all Ye Shaohan's retreat routes were locked. He took a hundred steps with one step, raised his sword, and the sword shadows rolled across the sky and the earth. In every sword shadow, the will of the young master Su was integrated into it.
, the will that exists in form.
"A very fast sword!" Ye Shaohan narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the flashing sword shadow. Each sword was very fast and had broken through the space. Ye Shaohan knew that no matter whether he drew the sword or stepped back, Master Su's
The sword will fall on his body. What can make Ye Shaohan feel oppressed is the unformed martial arts will, Half-Step Spirit Emperor, it is not just rhetoric, it is a very interesting sword, the Young Master Sword!
A smile filled the corners of Ye Shaohan's mouth. Ye Shaohan also did not use the rules, sword skills, magical powers, raised the sword, integrated the will of the fourth generation Moon God, and stabbed out with a light sword.
However, this light and fluttering sword caused the sword shadows all around to stagnate, but this incomparably ordinary sword broke the sword shadows all around.
Wherever the young master Su Jian fell was within Ye Shaohan's calculations. With one hand behind his back, Ye Shaohan walked out of the world of sword shadows as if strolling leisurely, his face as calm as ever.
Young Master Su's expression was still as indifferent as before. He also put his hands behind his back, closed his eyes, and drew out his sword, as softly as a flower blooming. Two extremely bright sword lights met in mid-air. With each sword strike, he was killed by Ye Shaohan.
Suppress it to death.
Looking at this scene in the void, Lin Dao and others fell silent. They never thought that the extremely simple sword style could destroy the world. Each move of the sword reflected different mysteries. No one had ever thought of it.
The basic sword style has been mastered to this point.
"The sword of the young master, the way of the young master!" The slender fingers held the slender sword. Young Master Su's figure turned slightly, and the thousands of sword shadows around him disappeared, turning into a light sword, but this sword contained his
Only then did the rudimentary martial arts will gradually take shape.
This is the Prince's Sword, tearing the sky apart! But before facing the will of the Moon God, this Prince's Sword can only be suppressed.
Ding! An explosion sounded like metal clashing. In the void, two slender fingers emerged and clamped the tip of the sword filled with cold light.
The sharp sword cry resounded, and the bright sword light flashed across the sky.
But in the next moment, the bright sword light dissipated in vain, and two slender fingers emerged and clamped the tip of the sword.
The sound of the sword disappeared in vain, and Ye Shaohan's figure emerged. The middle finger and index finger of his left hand clamped Master Su's sword, and the index finger gently flicked the sword.
This finger contained the terrifying will of the Moon God, and its sharp explosion sounded, and one finger immediately shattered the martial arts will of Young Master Su Jian.
In an instant, Young Master Su felt a huge shock from the tiger's mouth, and the sword seemed to be hit by a big mountain. Its majestic force exploded, and a wet feeling spread in the palm of his hand.
But at this moment, Ye Shaohan's hanging Qilin sword stabbed out lightly, and the cold tip of the sword came to rest on Young Master Su's neck.
This sword is still light and airy, but it is very fast, at least few people on the scene can catch its trajectory.
The shadow of the sword dissipated, and the surroundings became silent. With long hair flying, Ye Shaohan still looked at Young Master Su in front of him calmly. Without the will of the Moon God, he might not be able to break Young Master Su's sword so easily.
But no, there was only the reality in front of him. In the eyes of Young Master Su, Ye Shaohan could not see any shock or decadence, but only water-like indifference, "You lost!"
Ye Shaohan's voice was very soft, like the cold wind blowing, floating in the sky and falling into the ears of Young Master Su.
Hearing this, Young Master Su smiled slightly and looked at the Qilin Sword at his neck with a calm expression, and whispered: "This is a good sword!"
"It is indeed a good sword!" Ye Shaohan said calmly, sheathing the sword, the tip of the sword slashed through the air, making a whistling sound.
Taking a step back, Young Master Su held his sword and saluted Ye Shaohan, "Young Master Su has met the Lord!"
When a proud person meets an even more proud person, his pride can only be trampled on, but this sentence cannot be reflected in Young Master Su.
Young Master Su's eyes were still the same as before, and the pride that was ingrained in his bones had never changed. Even if he said these words, his words and deeds still reflected the unique pride of your noble Lord.
His sword skills were still so perfect and impeccable. Although Young Master Su was defeated, no one dared to underestimate Young Master Su and his Young Master Sword.
But everyone was still shocked because of what Young Master Su said, "Young Master Su has met the Lord!"
The dignified young master actually became a sword slave, which undoubtedly caused a huge boulder to be dropped into the calm lake. After a few breaths, the surrounding area boiled in vain.
His ears were filled with noise, Lin Dao's mouth was filled with bitterness, and his eyes fell on the two figures in the void, "If this news spreads to the Eight Cold Hells, how much excitement will it cause?"
"The dignified young master actually became a sword slave!" Lu Qing, holding the giant sword, also shook his head, "I don't know whether I should be happy or mourn for him!"
Compared with their status, Lin Dao and Lu Qing had to admit that they were not as good as Young Master Su.
The expressions of the guards who came with Young Master Su all changed, but they did not say anything to dissuade him because they knew that Young Master was proud, and proud people would never break their promises, and they would spend their entire lives fulfilling their words.