This is a fight between a hundred and a hundred, but it is a stage for one person. On this stage, Ye Shaohan is fascinated by the sword style and magical power that he thinks of.
Hundreds of figures gathered together to form a green dragon that soared into the nine heavens. The divine dragon swung its tail and shattered all magical powers and rules.
It wasn't until the sound of killing dissipated that Ye Shaohan opened his eyes and looked at the shocking scene around him, with flesh and blood flying and bones floating around, like a hell on earth.
Putting away the Qilin Sword, the redness in Ye Shaohan's eyes gradually receded and he became clear: "I kind of like hell, this is a world of killing!"
The evil spirit of blood emerged from the corpse, turning into an extremely piercing murderous aura and integrated into Ye Shaohan's body. The source of killing appeared in front of Ye Shaohan again. His eyes were slightly condensed, and Ye Shaohan stared at the illusory sword shadow and strange marks.
flowing on it.
With the influx of murderous intent, the shadow of the sword gradually changed, suddenly forming a phantom, which was extremely illusory, but its outline looked like a human figure.
"The body of killing, this is the direction in which my killing power will evolve!" Ye Shaohan murmured, restraining his murderous aura, and the phantom in front of him turned into a stream of light and merged into his body.
The gusts of cold wind dispersed the smell of blood all around. Ye Shaohan returned to the stone with his sword in hand, quietly reminiscing about the previous fight.
As for the arrangements for the funeral, it was left directly to Young Master Su. At this moment, Young Master Su missed Liu Dong even more.
Xiao Luoxue also closed her eyes and held the sword of forgetfulness in her jade hand. Although her intention was to forget love, there was an obsession in her heart.
After a moment, Ye Shaohan lowered his head and opened his eyes, turned around, looked at Young Master Su behind him, and said solemnly: "You were once the Young Master of Bahan City, so you should know the strength of Bahan City?"
Bahan City! A tall figure flashed in Young Master Su's eyes. He clasped his hands together and breathed softly: "The four major cities are equally famous, but they also have rankings. At least when I left Bahan City, Bahan
The strength of the city is much stronger than that of Lonely City! However, after the death of my father, the vitality of Bahan City was severely damaged, so its strength should not be as strong as Lonely City, but it won’t be too different!”
His expression was no longer as calm as before. A trace of inexplicable sadness and piercing murderous intent flashed in Young Master Su's eyes. All of this was caused by that man.
"No matter what, that man must die!" The martial arts will surged out, and the energy of life and death around Young Master Su also began to vibrate.
"Killing intent can make the sword powerful, and it can also sink people's minds. As a warrior, you should be able to control your own killing intent, rather than being controlled by it!" After noticing the strangeness of Young Master Su, Ye Shaohan said calmly.
The plain voice rang in Young Master Su's ears, penetrating into Young Master Su's soul like the sound of heaven and earth. Hearing the words, Young Master Su's heart was slightly shaken, and the murderous intent in his eyes gradually subsided, returning to his previous calmness.
"Your father died?" Even though he knew that this question would touch the pain in Young Master Su's heart, Ye Shaohan still asked it.
With a lonely look on his face, Young Master Su Qianqian sighed, "Who would have thought that a strong man who had conquered hell for decades would fall silently or die in the hands of his own son!"
Looking up at the vast sky, Young Master Su still could not maintain the indifference of the past. It was such a tragedy that a close relative died in the hands of another close relative.
Ye Shaohan took out the jug from the Qilin necklace and handed it to Young Master Su. Leng Feng and others stepped aside knowingly, but Leng Feng and others looked a little weird. Young Master Su, it turned out that he was Bahancheng
The young master Su.
The swordsman narrated the past with the sword in his hand. Young Master Su rarely mentioned this matter to others, and perhaps he was unwilling to mention it. Drinking the slightly bitter wine, Young Master Su murmured: "The invincible strong man dies on his own."
It's very sad in the hands of my son!"
"Gong Ziyu, he killed his father! His father has a suspicious character, and few people can get close to him, even the commanders!"
"However, my father has no scruples about me and Gong Ziyu. My father once said that what he is most proud of is not becoming the dominant lord of Bahan City, but watching Gong Ziyu and I grow up!"
"But such a hero died under the sword of his own son!" Young Master Su's mind was extremely firm, but when he mentioned this, his hands were trembling, and the wine overflowed from the flask. At that moment, he not only lost
He lost his beloved father, and also lost his proud brother. The brother who once taught him sword skills and the principles of life, that bullshit brother, "My father was busy practicing most of the time, and I myself
### was taken care of by Gong Ziyu. He taught me martial arts, taught me the way of being strong, and also taught me what I should do for the Son of Man. Bullshit, some of it is bullshit. Master of Heaven and Earth, but in the end he
Shattered the faith in my heart!"
Drinking alone without saying a word, Ye Shaohan looked at the young master Su who was gradually going crazy in front of him. He was not as elegant and noble as before, and extremely rare swear words were also spoken in his mouth.
"Is supreme power really so important?" Young Master Su's eyes were filled with mockery, "Young Master Yu!"
"The current lord of Bahan City is Gongzi Yu!" Ye Shaohan said softly, maybe that was the case, Gongzi Su Cai was willing to be a slave but also asked him to kill Gongzi Yu.
"After he killed his father, he took his father's position. Over the past few decades, he has secretly won over the leaders and law enforcers of Bahan City. As soon as his father died, he truly became the Lord of Bahan City!"
"Although I know the truth, Bahan City is completely under his control, and there is no chance for me to speak. What follows is an endless pursuit. This is why I am in lonely hell!
"
"Then why do you think I have the strength to kill Gong Ziyu?" Ye Shaohan said after taking a sip of wine.
"Because of perception!" Young Master Su said with a firm expression: "I believe in my perception. Even if the Lord was defeated by Gong Ziyu at the beginning, a few years later, Gong Ziyu will never be the enemy of the Lord!"
"He is very strong?" Ye Shaohan was a little surprised. There were not many people who could make Master Su so fearful.
"Very strong! The Ling Emperor's second-level powerhouse controls the domain!" Young Master Su Qian sighed. He had to admit that compared to Young Master Yu, his strength was indeed too weak.
Although there is only one level difference between the first level Ling Emperor and the second level Ling Emperor, the difference in strength is as huge as heaven and earth. At least now, Young Master Su has no chance of winning against a Ling Emperor level two warrior.
"But today's Eight Cold Hell is not controlled by Gong Ziyu, there is someone else who controls the Eight Cold Hell!" Ye Shaohan said calmly.
Hearing this, the wine bottle in Young Master Su's hand slipped and fell on the rocks, causing splashes of water: "Is there someone else?"
"Prince of the Moon Temple, have you ever heard of this person?" Ye Shaohan said solemnly. Being able to make a second-level spiritual emperor who controls the domain surrender, this method is enough to move Ye Shaohan's face.
"Prince of the Moon Temple?" Young Master Su shook his head with a blank look in his eyes, "I recognize most of the leaders of the forces in the Eight Cold Hells, but there is no Prince of the Moon Temple among them!"
"Heaven and earth are chess pieces, and all the people are chess pieces. Is this Young Master Yu a chess piece? He may be the only one who has the courage to make Ling Emperor's second-level warrior a chess piece!" Ye Shaohan looked at the bewildered Young Master Su and shook his head secretly.
: "If he is just a warrior of the Eight Cold Hells, then he does not have the ability to control the entire Eight Cold Hells. In front of the real strength, all conspiracy methods are so weak. To make Gongzi Yu surrender, then the prince's strength must be at least
He is the second level Ling Emperor, and he can suppress Gong Ziyu, so he may be even stronger!"
"As the fat man said, compared to the prince, the saint is just a scumbag!" Ye Shaohan sighed slightly. The further the road to the spiritual emperor goes, the further he steps forward will be as difficult as climbing to the sky.
"Although Bahan City is not as good as before, with its secret power, Bahan City has no less than twenty Spirit Emperor level warriors. How can the Moon God Prince take control of Bahan City in just a few months?" Young Master Su's eyes were filled with confusion.
He looked surprised. He knew Gongzi Yu very well. With Gongzi Yu's arrogant character, how could he surrender to others? After pondering for a moment, Gongzi Su asked: "My lord, I got this from the mouths of those warriors from the Eight Cold Hells."
Know?"
"This matter should be true!" Ye Shaohan said calmly, and the strength of his grip on the wine pot increased several points. Only the Moon God Prince has such ability, but what about the three palace masters and the Martial God's pride?
"Hell is like a pool of stagnant water, but the arrival of these people has broken this pattern. Now, the water in hell has begun to become muddy!"
"The abyss of life and death is both the starting point and the end point. Maybe we can not only see those people!" After drinking the last sip of wine, Ye Shaohan stood up and looked to the southeast, "The plan now is to find Qing Jue first and be controlled by the prince.
He should not feel uncomfortable being in the Eight Cold Hell!" Ye Shaohan took a step forward, and his figure jumped forward like a rainbow, followed closely by Xiao Luoxue, Tiandao and other sword corpses.
"Let's go!" After calming down the shock in his heart, Young Master Su also stood up and jumped forward. More than a hundred sword lights pierced the silent world, and the sharp sound of breaking wind echoed out.
In the black and white world, the energy of life and death circulates strangely, and huge stones float in it.
On a boulder several thousand feet tall, several embarrassed figures fell on it, their blood dripping down the sword marks on these people's bodies, dripping onto the stone with a ticking sound.
Although the aura of these people is a little weak, their bodies are filled with piercing murderous intent, and their expressions are somewhat ferocious.
One of the warriors covered with some scales stood up, took a few steps forward with difficulty, and said to a middle-aged man with his eyes closed: "Clan leader, we have temporarily got rid of those guys, but this is just a temporary measure, like this
Go down, those people will find me sooner or later!" As he spoke, the warrior coughed and spit out a few mouthfuls of bloody phlegm. It was obvious that his injuries were serious.
Hearing this, the middle-aged man who had his eyes tightly closed slowly opened his eyes, and a terrifying will spread over him.