Elder Qing's sword eyebrows frowned slightly, and a thin figure flashed through his mind, and a look of panic spread out: "Damn, it's the Sword God Sect Master."
As soon as these words came out, the faces of the other elders of Guiyuan Sect also changed, and their expressions of fear spread and they also stopped.
"Retreat!" The fierce murderous intention disappeared immediately. Elder Qing held his sword and retreated without any hesitation. Although the Sword God Sect Master is at the Spiritual Sovereign Realm, he has strength comparable to the Spiritual Emperor Realm.
The void was shaking. Compared with the previous fierce momentum, Elder Qing and others looked a little embarrassed at this moment.
"Everyone, I haven't seen you for a long time!" Ye Shaohan said softly, holding his sword, he took a step forward unhurriedly and merged into the endless energy of life and death.
Phew! One step was hundreds of feet long. In just a few steps, Ye Shaohan's figure appeared in front of Elder Qing and others.
With a white coat and a sword, the retreating figure of Elder Qing and others stopped in vain. Their expressions were extremely complicated. Elder Qing felt a little guilty. During the Zongbi competition, their sect leader went too far in helping the Shenyin Sect.
"Captain, you are just a Spirit Master Realm warrior. What should we fear?" The warriors of the Eight Cold Hells were a little puzzled by the abnormal behavior of Elder Qing and others. They had killed many people after entering the abyss of life and death for several months.
A warrior at the peak of Lingzun, not to mention the captain is also a warrior at the peak of Lingzun. More than a hundred piercing killing intent filled the air, and the auras of different strengths and weaknesses gathered together to form a general trend, falling on Ye Shaohan.
"Eight Cold Hells, it seems that you are fighting on behalf of the Eight Cold Hells this time!" Ye Shaohan's figure remained motionless, and his thin martial arts clothes made a hunting sound.
"Presumptuous!" Elder Qing scolded the warrior behind him who spoke out. He also knew that the man in front of him was at the Spirit Master level, but the strength he displayed was enough to make him feel afraid.
"Long time no see, Master of the Sword God Sect!" Elder Qing and others performed the common sword salute in the Martial God Continent, and looked at Ye Shaohan with alert expressions, fearing that Ye Shaohan would suddenly make a move.
"Have you ever seen my disciples of the Sword God Sect in the Eight Cold Hells?" Ye Shaohan looked calm, ignoring the oppression from the warriors of the Eight Cold Hells.
"Disciple of the Sword God Sect!" Seeing Ye Shaohan's calm tone, Elder Qing breathed a sigh of relief and pondered for a moment: "A few days ago, we met the leader of the Qinglong Clan, Qing Jue, and he is also fighting on behalf of the Eight Cold Hells this time!"
"Qing Jue!" Ye Shaohan asked casually, but unexpectedly these elders of the Gui Jian Sect in front of him actually knew the whereabouts of the disciples of the Sword God Sect, "Then do you know the current whereabouts of Qing Jue!"
"Although we belong to the Eight Cold Hells, we have never communicated with each other! A few days ago, we met in an area tens of thousands of feet away from here. However, it seems that the team headed by Qingjue Clan is a bit miserable. There are only a few warriors left of more than a hundred warriors.
Ten people survived!" Elder Qing said softly, always paying attention to Ye Shaohan's face. He knew that the Sword God Sect Master in front of him was very protective of his shortcomings. Fortunately, they and others did not have a dispute with Qing Jue a few days ago.
"Direction!" Ye Shaohan secretly breathed a sigh of relief. The tragic deaths of other warriors had nothing to do with him, as long as that guy Qing Jue was okay.
Turning around, Elder Qing pointed in the direction he came from and said: "Going tens of thousands of feet in this direction is where we will meet, but Qing Jue's team should have left!"
"Besides Qing Jue, have you ever seen any disciples of the Sword God Sect?" Apart from Xiao Luoxue, Ye Shaohan was more worried about the five Wuling people. After all, the cultivation of the five people was only at the Lingzong level.
"Never seen it before, but in the Eight Cold Hells, we have met many old acquaintances, some elders and heads of first-class sects, and the princes of the three major halls!" Seeing Ye Shaohan's gentle expression, Elder Qing secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
The evil star came here to ask about something.
"The Prince of the Moon Temple, he is in the Eight Cold Hells!" Ye Shaohan raised his eyebrows slightly, "Besides the Prince of the Moon Temple, are there anyone else in the Eight Cold Hells in the three major halls?"
Among the three legends of the God of War, the one that Ye Shaohan fears the most is not the Son of the Sword God, nor the favored son of the God of War, but the Prince of the Moon God. This person feels to Ye Shaohan like a poisonous snake hiding in the dark, making it difficult for people to guard against him.
"In addition to the Moon Goddess Prince, there are also several Moon Goddess Temple elders and many princeling members in the three major halls. Today, the Eight Cold Hells are controlled by the Moon Goddess Prince!" When mentioning this, Elder Qing's tone became more emotional.
The four major cities have a long history and are extremely powerful. Even if they are placed in the Martial God Continent, they are comparable to the existence of the three major palaces. However, in just one year, the Eight Cold Hells have been controlled by the prince. For this mysterious prince, Elder Qing is
I admire you endlessly.
"The Eight Cold Hells are under the control of the prince?" Ye Shaohan finally showed a trace of surprise in his calm eyes. After several months of contact, he knew the horror of Lonely City. If the four major cities can be equally famous, the strength of Eight Cold City must be
Not bad.
"I only found out about this a few months ago. We joined the princelings a few months ago. We heard with our own ears the lord of Bahan City calling the prince his lord!" Elder Qing did not hide his intention to join the princelings.
Things, what he wants most now is to quickly answer the evil star's question and then leave here. Elder Qing's words made Ye Shaohan's calm heart tremble ###, "There are only a few elders who have entered the Moon Temple.
That’s it, with the strength of the prince and others, they can actually control Bahan City!”
"As the young master of Bahan City, it seems that I have to ask Young Master Su soon if he knows about this matter!" Ye Shaohan pondered, becoming more and more afraid of such a mysterious Prince Moon God.
"Sword God Sect Master, if nothing happens, we will leave first!" Elder Qing interrupted Ye Shaohan's contemplation.
Waving his hands casually, Ye Shaohan was still thinking about this issue. Seeing this, Elder Qing and others secretly sighed, this evil star is really easy to talk to today.
"Retreat!" Turning around, Elder Qing said coldly, not caring about the unwilling look of the Eight Cold Hell Warriors. Damn it, these bastards are pigs. I didn't see that I was humble. This evil star in front of me is not something you scum can handle.
Provoked.
Elder Qing's team does not have Spirit Emperor realm warriors, but its strength is relatively even, and most of them are Spirit Emperor realm warriors. It is precisely because of this that after these months of fighting, the team can still maintain such a large number of people.
"By the way, a few months ago, I met the leader and elders of your sect in the Lonely Hell!" Ye Shaohan suddenly said, with a playful smile in the corners of his eyes.
"Master Sword God has met our master!" Elder Qing stopped, turned around, and looked at Ye Shaohan expectantly. They had been looking for traces of Li Ren for months, but there was no news.
Bang! In Elder Qing's expectant gaze, a dazzling sword light burst out, and blood suddenly appeared.
Bang! Bloody light suddenly appeared, and the only thing in the world was this extremely bright sword light.
Elder Qing's eyes were already distracted, and he would never have thought that Ye Shaohan would suddenly take action until his death.
Without a chance to resist, Ye Shaohan didn't give the opponent a chance, and pierced Elder Qing's entire head with his sword.
Using his left hand to grab the void, Ye Shaohan grabbed Elder Qing's soul and said with an indifferent expression: "I forgot to mention that a few months ago, that guy Li Ren died under this sword!"
Poof! The reincarnation flames burst out and engulfed Elder Qing's whole body, and the pitiful screams resounded.
Wiping away his mind, Ye Shaohan put away Elder Qing's soul. Although the Soul of the Spirit Master was not as good as the Soul of the Spirit Emperor, it could be used as a sweetheart for the guy from the Hungry Ghost Realm.
The sudden change broke the silence of the scene, and the warriors who had suppressed the murderous intention in their hearts broke out one after another.
The sword energy surged out like a rainbow, instantly flooding the void around Ye Shaohan.
Raising his head, Ye Shaohan looked at the rushing warriors with a calm expression. He raised his sword slightly, and there was still a little blood stain on the tip of the sword.
With his eyes slightly closed, Ye Shaohan ignored the incoming sword energy and murmured: "When a sword is stained with blood, it will have killing intent, because the sword is originally used to kill people!"
"Killing never needs a reason. In the eyes of sinners, killing is sacred, and in the eyes of good people, killing is sin. But in my eyes, killing is killing and does not need any definition!"
The sword energy came with a bang, tearing Ye Shaohan's figure into pieces. The figure was broken into pieces, and it was an afterimage.
Dressed in white, standing with a sword in hand, Ye Shaohan waved the sword in his hand lightly, easily bringing up a stream of strange and beautiful blood flowers.
The cheapest thing in hell is not dignity, but life. Life is cheap, but Ye Shaohan uses artistic techniques to obliterate everything.
In the void, the sound of killing soared into the sky, stirring up the two qi of life and death all around. The two qi of life and death were interrupted, forming terrifying whirlpools of life and death, in which the bodies were drawn into and the pungent smell of blood filled the air.
On the huge stone, Xiao Luoxue closed her eyes slightly and looked at the flying white clothes with a calm expression.
"In his opinion, the so-called romance is waving the sword in his hand!" A smile appeared on the corner of Xiao Luoxue's mouth, recalling the days when he danced with the sword in Lonely City, while she quietly watched from the sidelines.
The shadow of the sword was flying, and Ye Shaohan's figure was swaying like an erratic dead leaf.
Dozens of magical powers evolved in the void, and dozens of spiritual masters tried to lock Ye Shaohan's figure with murderous intent, but they couldn't catch it.
Faced with the encirclement and killing of dozens of Spirit Master Realm warriors, as well as the sword formation formed by those Spirit Master Realm warriors, Ye Shaohan still felt a little stressed.
With his eyes slightly closed, wherever Ye Shaohan passed, the strong wind suddenly emerged, forming shadows: "Supernatural power turns into wind!"
One, ten, one hundred, one after another phantoms spread out! White clothes were flying, and the blood splashed by them could not stop those figures. A famous warrior fell, and the blood dyed the entire black and white world into a blood-red picture.
"Supernatural power to transform into wind!" Young Master Su Qingqing sighed. He had stepped into the Spirit Emperor realm and needed an opponent to test his strength, but the master didn't give him a chance at all.
"How can a master deal with some little minions?" Young Master Su Youyou said. He could sense the suppressed fighting spirit in the hearts of the warriors behind him.
The strong men in hell climbed out from the pile of corpses. They were never afraid of death. They even enjoyed the pleasure of fighting. The dullness of the past few months made them feel boring.