Phew! A man dressed in white stepped out of the air, and the rain falling around him spread in all directions.
Ye Shaohan held his sword and looked at the two men in black with an indifferent expression. His cold murderous intent spread out without any concealment, locking the two men in black tightly.
"Fifth Generation!" In the void, the middle-aged man whom Xianxu called Xianya looked at Ye Shaohan with somewhat complicated eyes.
"Young Fifth Generation, just leave these two to me!" Another Jade Emperor Palace warrior, Xian Li Jian, frowned slightly and whispered.
Hearing this, Ye Shaohan shook his head. After finally finding a target for training, how could he give it to others.
"Fifth Generation Moon God, I didn't expect you to step into the sixth level of the Sword Tomb!" A harsh sneer rose in the void, the black mist spread, and the figure of a man in black gradually became clear, and it turned out to be a pale-faced man.
The ultimate middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man looked at Ye Shaohan with cold eyes, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth: "It's a pity that now is not the time to deal with you, what a pity!"
Having said this, the middle-aged man looked down at Zhang Ming and others with some solemnity, as well as dozens of Spirit Emperor realm warriors. Damn it, why did these people appear at this time?
These dozens of Spirit Emperor level warriors were enough to break the stalemate. Therefore, the two mysterious forces had no choice but to retreat.
"Is it a pity?" Ye Shaohan shook his head. He only had to face one of the men in black, because he had already noticed a cold killing intent coming from the fire unicorn.
The majestic spiritual energy burst out of the body, the sword in the middle-aged man's hand was raised in vain, and the figure turned into a stream of light and ran straight towards Ye Shaohan.
Phew! A wisp of cold light flashed across the void. As soon as the cold light appeared, it disappeared into the rain of blood.
When this cold light appeared, it was in front of Ye Shaohan's eyes. Ye Shaohan's eyes were like lightning, and he stared coldly at the sword light that appeared through the air. He raised his sword fingers and clamped two fingers on the tip of the sword with incomparable precision.
The gentle breeze dispelled the power of this sword.
Looking at the face so close to him, the middle-aged man couldn't help but take a breath. Especially when he touched Ye Shaohan's gaze, he felt an inexplicable chill in his heart.
There was a sword chant, like a swimming dragon, and the world fell into endless darkness. At the same time, six sword corpses gathered behind Ye Shaohan in vain, forming a sword formation. Six strands of the moon god's will rose into the sky and converged on Ye Shaohan.
Three strands of the Moon God's will also emerged like flowing water, and nine strands of the Moon God's will gathered on Ye Shaohan.
Just for a moment, the Qilin Sword in Ye Shaohan's hand was thrust out. The sword was light and fluttering, losing its bravery, like flying dead leaves.
The endless void, the endless darkness, and an extremely beautiful sword light burst out of the sky, and this sword light fell into the eyes of the middle-aged man.
In the bright sword light, a touch of blood-red emerged, like the red dripping from the tip of an ink pen.
Tick! Scarlet blood seeped out of the void, tearing apart the endless darkness.
Poof! Pillars of blood surged wildly, and a broken arm was thrown into the sky. The middle-aged man retreated wildly, and with every step he took, the void below shattered.
Both Xianya and Xianli's expressions changed slightly, their eyes were like lightning, looking straight at the surging column of blood: "Can the fifth generation's sword actually hurt him?"
With Ru Mo's long hair hanging down, Ye Shaohan took a step forward and looked at the middle-aged man who was retreating calmly: "It's very lucky that you are the fourth one. It's unfortunate that you have to see those three unlucky people."
ghost!"
"Three unlucky ghosts?" The middle-aged man had a vague feeling in his heart. The moment his body retreated wildly, his martial arts will surged out like a tide. The surrounding void even became distorted and blood flew.
The rain twisted around and formed whirlpools.
"Ling Emperor's Domain, I want to see if you can remain so calm once you step into my domain!" The middle-aged man's eyes became extremely cold, and overwhelming pressure surged in the void of a hundred feet.
Ignoring this fluctuating martial arts will, Ye Shaohan stepped down and stepped into the realm of the Spirit Emperor.
Bang bang! The terrifying coercion of heaven and earth turned into gray under this step. Murderous aura swirled around, and the killing marks faintly appeared between Ye Shaohan's eyebrows.
Ripples spread out, and a murderous body emerged in the void. Ye Shaohan took a step forward again, and the two figures overlapped, in their strongest state.
"Your Spirit Emperor Domain cannot stop my sword, at least for now!" Ye Shaohan whispered. Now that Fire Qilin has recovered some of its strength, he has no worries. If he wants to use his sword, it will be the strongest one.
"Rain!" Whispers echoed in the void. Ye Shaohan's figure turned into a shadow and merged into the blood rain, heading straight for the middle-aged man. The nine strands of will flowing in his body were extremely fierce and unstoppable, and were directly torn into pieces.
The coercion and will of heaven and earth coming from all around.
"Nine strands of will!" The middle-aged man's eyes narrowed, and he raised his remaining left arm and pressed it into the void. Endless spiritual energy from heaven and earth condensed out of his left palm.
But at this moment, a ray of cold light appeared, and a startling rainbow suddenly appeared. This cold light eclipsed the sky and the earth, and fell in everyone's eyes.
This sword light that turned the world into disgrace dissipated in an instant. As the white clothes danced wildly, Ye Shaohan's figure appeared in front of the middle-aged man in vain. The Qilin Sword was sinking deep into the middle-aged man's throat, and streams of blood flowed out.
It came out and dyed the sword red.
Looking at the middle-aged Ye Shaohan who was so close, he could not make a sound, but he could not make a sound. The vitality was rapidly drained from his body, and the nine strands of will condensed to tightly imprison him.
The middle-aged man's eyes were full of fear, and his eyes gradually dispersed.
"The ordinary spirit emperor's domain cannot stop my sword!" Ye Shaohan chuckled and drew out his Qilin Sword, bringing out streaks of bright blood.
At the same time, a dim soul emerged from the middle-aged man's corpse and retreated through the air.
Ye Shaohan ignored the escaping soul, his face was slightly pale, and the spiritual energy in his body was almost exhausted. This sword used up all his spiritual energy.
"I'll leave it to you next!" Ye Shaohan chuckled, moved his right hand, and stuffed several round pills into his mouth. The pills turned into billowing heat and flowed through his body.
Hiss! A cluster of purple flames emerged in the rain of blood in vain. This purple flame appeared at the perfect time.
A chill enveloped the middle-aged man's heart, and his soul directly hit this cluster of purple flames, "Ah!"
The screams broke the dead silence of the void, and the heart-rending feeling overwhelmed the middle-aged man's nerves. His terrifying spirit emperor soul gradually turned into ashes in the purple flames.
"The original fire of Qilin burned all the wasteland. Tsk tsk. Xiaohuo lost his body because of the foreign enemy. Now he sees the foreign enemy again. This is the meeting of enemies, and they are extremely jealous!" A smile appeared on the pale face, and Ye Shaohan murmured.
Talking to himself.
The killing mark disappeared, the nine strands of the Moon God's will dissipated like the tide, and there was no more aura fluctuation on Ye Shaohan's body.
"Is this?" Xianya's mind was suddenly shaken, and his eyes were fixed on the cluster of beating purple flames, his eyes filled with disbelief.
The torrential rain of blood could not extinguish the purple flames. As the flames filled the air, a tall figure emerged, with long red hair dancing wildly, and an arrogant and domineering aura permeated it.
"Who is this person?" Xianli whispered. On this tall figure, he felt a shocking oppression and an aura of vicissitudes of life.
Phew! The only remaining man in black looked horrified. Others may not know how to apply purple flames, but the man in black knew the original fire of Qilin.
Moreover, looking at the figure in front of him, a huge phantom, a unicorn body, appeared in the mind of the man in black.
"Only Qilin can use the original fire of Qilin. This person is a third-generation fire Qilin!" The man in black looked solemn, and the black mist surged crazily, blending into the blood rain, and his figure gradually became illusory.
Get up, "Damn it, the fifth generation must have obtained the true form of the Qilin in the fifth-level sword tomb, and the third generation Fire Qilin recast the body through the true form of the Qilin!"
"You still want to use illusory magical powers in front of me, tsk tsk, those old guys didn't dare to do it back then, let alone a junior like you!" Fire Qilin chuckled, his eyes were as piercing as ice, and his long white right hand reached down from the sleeve of his robe.
When he stepped out, the original fire of Qilin flowed in his fingertips, causing ripples in the space. The Fire Qilin took one step forward, and in an instant, the surrounding hundreds of feet of void turned into a sea of fire, and the Qilin's phantom suppressed the heavens, rolling.
Black mist emerged from the sea of fire, and vaguely, a figure floated in the black mist.
Fire Qilin's right hand passed through the rolling black fog and landed on the figure, and a scream suddenly sounded out.
The fire of the Kirin's origin was roaring, the black mist gradually dissipated, and two figures appeared in everyone's sight.
The fire unicorn stood on the sea of fire, holding the man in black's head with his right hand. The fire of the kilin's origin had already wrapped the body of the man in black. No matter how much his will flowed, the man in black could not stop it.
The spreading fire of Kirin's origin.
Hiss! As the flames rolled, the figure of the man in black turned into ashes and dissipated in the flames. The wind blew up and set off a few sparks.
Fire Qilin lightly removed the surrounding fire sea and Qilin territory, and said with a chuckle: "Those old guys are probably dead, and I can only vent my frustration to these juniors!"
Compared to Ye Shaohan's stunning sword, Fire Qilin's move was even more shocking. He killed a Level 2 Spirit Emperor expert with just a few moves.
"The Third Generation Fire Qilin!" Xianya and Xianli also noticed the identity of the Fire Qilin, their faces changed slightly, and then they held their swords and made a sword salute to the Fire Qilin from afar: "I have seen the Third Generation Fire Qilin!"
Hearing this, Huo Qilin turned around and looked at Xianxu and Xianli with complicated eyes. These two people did not perform sword salutes when they saw Ye Shaohan, but instead performed sword salutes when they saw me. This was not deliberately ignoring Ye Shaohan.
Xianxu, Xianluo and others also frowned. Even if these two guys did not agree that the Jade Emperor Palace was led by the Fifth Generation, they could not ignore basic etiquette. Wouldn't this embarrass the Fifth Generation?