"These sword bearers are not the most terrifying, the most terrifying person is there!" Ye Shaohan said calmly, raising his slender sword finger and pointing at the sky-reaching sword pillar in front of him.
A throne carved from jade stands on the sword pillar. However, the most eye-catching thing is not the jade throne, but the beautiful shadow on the jade throne.
The blood-colored clothes are not luxurious, but there is a kind of inexplicable nobility hidden in them. He lowers his head slightly, and the soft blue silk hangs down on the jade seat. Occasionally, the breeze blows, and the green silk flutters.
Although they were far apart, everyone could still see the Chuchen's face. Although there was a smile on the woman's lips, this smile did not cover up the domineering look between the woman's brows, the domineering look that dominated the world.
Under the gaze of everyone, the woman slowly raised her head, stared at the people in the distance with her bright eyes, and smiled lightly. Although this smile was beautiful, it was very cold.
"Sword Girl, the only warrior in the entire Immortal Sword Tomb who has not lost his mind!" Ye Shaohan whispered, his eyes a little complicated.
"Her strength is comparable to the peak of the first level of the Spiritual Emperor!" The Qilin Sword emerged quietly. Ye Shaohan held the Qilin Sword and took a step forward: "Leave this sword girl to me, and the other sword bearers will hand it over to me."
Here you go!"
"Giggle!" Qiao smiled brightly, and the woman slowly stood up, her figure was elongated, and her long blood-colored skirt fell down, touching her heels, covering her jade legs as smooth as snow, but her pair of jade feet were still exposed in the void.
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Ding! The woman's laughter alarmed the sword bearers below, and her shrill sword chants sounded. Each sword bearer opened his eyes and roared out.
One step was a hundred feet long, and Ye Shaohan's figure appeared in the void, looking coldly at the woman in front of him, his eyes filled with coldness.
Whoosh! After the figures of Xianxu and others became slightly silent, they shot out one after another and went straight to the blood pool below.
Only by killing the bearer of the sword in the blood pool will the bearer of the sword fall.
The sharp sword light dispersed the blood energy that filled the world, and its sword energy jumped back and forth in the blood pool like a torrent, setting off waves of blood.
More than twenty Spirit Emperor level warriors faced off against more than a hundred Sword Masters. Although they were at a disadvantage in terms of numbers, they had an advantage in terms of strength.
"You're here!" The woman smiled politely and stared at Ye Shaohan with her bright eyes.
The woman spoke softly, and her tone was like a greeting between old friends.
Ye Shaohan remained silent, holding the Qilin Sword tightly and always keeping vigilant.
"Moon God!" A smile emerged from her bright eyes. The woman took a step forward, her jade feet gently touched the void, and space ripples spread out from the toes.
Ye Shaohan's mind was slightly shaken, and he stared at the woman in front of him, trying to figure out something.
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The mountain wind blew through the cliffs and fell into the void, and the blood flowed out.
The blood-colored dress made a rustling sound, and the woman stared at Ye Shaohan in front of her with bright eyes, and a slight smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.
Qiao smiles beautifully, but gives people the feeling of being in an ice cellar.
The sword light below emerged, but the only thing left quiet in the void was the whistling of the mountain wind.
The Moon God's mark was filled with a faint silver light. Ye Shaohan calmly stared at the bright eyes in front of him, but he did not notice any murderous intention in them.
"I remember that a long time ago, I also saw this mark, the mark of the Moon God!"
"Just how long has it been? I have forgotten it, I really have forgotten it!" The woman chuckled, with a hint of bitterness at the corner of her mouth.
"Are you the moon god of this generation?" The woman pursed her lips with a high arc.
"Five generations!" Ye Shaohan said lightly, closing his eyes slightly, his soul power rolled out like a storm, covering the entire void.
In this woman's body, Ye Shaohan only noticed the existence of a residual soul, not a complete soul.
"It's just a trace of the remnant soul!" Ye Shaohan raised his eyebrows slightly, but there was a trace of doubt in his eyes. This trace of the remnant soul gave him a somewhat familiar feeling.
However, Ye Shaohan was certain that he had never seen the woman in front of him before, so why did he feel like he had seen her before.
Suddenly, Ye Shaohan suddenly opened his eyes and stared at the woman in front of him. Indeed, he had seen this woman before, but not in the real world, but in a dream.
In the dream where the second-generation sword intention appeared, the woman who looked back and smiled could subvert the world.
The second generation's sword conquered the whole world, but the second generation fell into the hands of a woman!
"You know my past, but I don't remember my own!" The woman smiled gracefully, and her smile tore through the incoming mountain wind.
"But there's one thing you guessed wrong. I'm just mourning, not my soul!" The woman's tone was a little lonely.
"Remnants?" Ye Shaohan frowned slightly and closed his eyes slightly. In his perception, the woman in front of him had a terrifying will in her body.
"Can you play the piano?" the woman suddenly asked softly.
Hearing this, Ye Shaohan nodded. The woman smiled politely, "Then can you give me a stroke?"
There was a hint of sadness in the bright eyes, but there was still a smile on the corner of the woman's mouth.
A simple guqin emerged from the void. Ye Shaohan stared at the guqin for a moment. He sighed slightly and pressed the silver strings lightly with his left hand. A clear and crisp sound sounded in vain.
Ding! This warning sound covered up the shattering roar of the void and hovered in the sky for a long time.
Holding the Qilin Sword with one hand, Ye Shaohan remained silent while the slender fingers of his left hand plucked the silver strings. The silver strings beat and made a sweet sound, flowing out and converging into a heavenly sound.
This piece of music was not composed randomly. In his dream, Ye Shaohan had heard the second generation play it, and the woman had also played it.
Whenever the second generation competes with others, the woman will play this music on the side. It's just that things have changed, the strong men in the past have fallen, and the beauty has turned into a pile of skeletons.
The crisp and melodious sound of the piano broke the dead silence of the Immortal Sword Tomb. This music brought people back to ancient times, that era of songs and tears.
The woman's bright eyes were slightly closed, but there was a hint of sadness that could not be dispelled or dispelled on her bright and pretty face.
The silhouettes of the sword inscriber and Zhang Ming and others below are intertwined. The melodious music of the piano floats in the ears. The sound of killing and the music of the piano come together, contradictory yet natural.
Even though he hadn't touched the strings for several months, Ye Shaohan was still able to play the music completely.
When the music ended, the strings under the fingertips broke apart, and the guqin also turned into the aura of heaven and earth and dissipated into the heaven and earth.
The woman opened her eyes, stared at Ye Shaohan with bright eyes, and chuckled: "Thank you!"
When the woman said these words, the woman's figure became illusory in vain, and eventually dissipated, and her breath no longer appeared.
At the same time, a crisp sword chant sounded from the Qilin necklace. Ye Shaohan's face changed slightly, and he concentrated his mind and took out a strange-shaped sword. Frost appeared on the sword's display: "There is no war sword!"
The Absolute War Sword is the Absolute Sword of the ancestors of the ### clan. When Ye Shaohan was still in the Lingzong realm, he relied on this sword as an entry point to understand the second generation sword intention.
The Jue Wu Zhan Sword shook slightly, and the shrill sword roar echoed.
Ye Shaohan lowered his eyes slightly, staring at the sword, with a trace of deep thought in his eyes, and finally put it into the Qilin Necklace.
Holding the sword, Ye Shaohan stepped out and walked towards the sword pillar. The woman transformed by the residual thoughts dissipated the moment the music ended, and the residual thoughts also fell silent.
The jade throne was full of cracks and eventually shattered. Ye Shaohan looked at the sword pillar that reached the sky, turned around, and looked down at the killing scene below. The sound of killing here shocked the surrounding tombs, and figures emerged from the sword inscriptions one after another.
He crawled out of the grave, grabbed the sword of the past, and walked towards the sword pillar slightly slowly. The robes worn by those who inscribed the sword had long rotted, but their style and style could be vaguely seen.
It’s the same as the martial robe of the Sword God Sect.
As more and more sword-bearers appeared, the oppression in the void skyrocketed, and the pressure on Xianxu and others also skyrocketed.
If this continues, all the sword bearers in the entire sword tomb will wake up. Facing the tide of sword bearers, even those in the Spirit Emperor realm will feel their scalp numb.
Thunder and flames filled the air on the Qilin Sword, and three completely different Moon God's wills entangled on it, transforming into shadows of martial arts wills that spread out to more than a hundred feet.
Ye Shaohan took a step forward, and the moment he swung down his Qilin Sword, a sword shadow of more than a hundred feet came with a roar, and the sword pillar reaching the sky was submerged. In an instant, a roar resounded, and the sword pillar was covered with cracks.
The strong wind blew by, and the sword pillars were shattered. The gravel fell into the blood pool, sparking streaks of blood. The three sword pillars were completely destroyed, and a melodious sword chant rang out in the immortal sword tomb.
The spiritual energy of heaven and earth surged wildly, and an illusory door emerged in the sky above Ye Shaohan and others.
The entrance to the Level 3 Sword Tomb has finally appeared. Step through the illusory door to reach the Level 3 Sword Tomb.
After destroying the sword pillar, Ye Shaohan did not rush downwards. Instead, he stood in the void and looked expectantly at the blood pool covering more than a hundred feet below, "Today, the magical killing body will definitely succeed!"
With his eyes slightly closed, gusts of sinister wind appeared in vain in the originally dead void.
The evil spirit of blood spread over the blood pool and gathered in the void, dyeing half of the sky red.
Everyone who was fighting looked at the blood pool below in astonishment. The blood pool was rolling, and its biting blood evil energy was surging. Almost at the same time, dozens of eyes looked into the void.
The blood energy condensed into clouds. Under the clouds, a man in white clothes made a hunting sound. Ye Shaohan stood with a sword in his hand. A shadow emerged beside him, and the spreading ripples of space fell on the blood energy.
The blood of the killing body surrounded him.
Ye Shaohan took a step forward and grabbed the void with his left hand. This grab involved endless murderous intent and the rules of killing.
The rules condensed, blended into the blood evil spirit, turned into a majestic heavy rain, and fell down.
The sudden heavy rain covered the void with a radius of more than a thousand feet. Every drop of rain was integrated with the rules of killing. The blood-colored rain fell on the body of the killing and was integrated into it.