Slightly lowering his body, the white figure was running, pulling into a straight line, turning into a streamer, jumping into the air, stepping on the waves, and stepping on the little girl's heart.

It's like losing weight.

Every step always makes the white figure appear in the next place, always just right to avoid the surging foaming waves.

In the moonlight, a ghost is advancing with extreme sharpness.

Who is he?

He is the proudest swordsman in the world.

He is, even if he has fallen to the earth, he has never let him fall.

He was afraid, hesitant, and overwhelmed, and he was silent, struggling, not knowing the future.

But everything has become his nourishment, providing all the materials for his growth.

There seemed to be an invisible sword beside him, slicing through the spray that was about to splash at him.

So at this moment, the white-clothed swordsman who jumped high into the air and looked so stunning against the background of the full moon was clean and unstained with dust.

He is Ye Ran.

Draw the sword, the green sword.

The sword rises, and the sword intent is not named.

The crystal blue light flashed, and then turned into the long sword, the sword intent of Huanghuang was extreme in the body, and the light cyan long sword sang loudly with a resounding sound that resounded through the heavens and the earth, and a sword trembled.

A brilliant blue light.

A mutilated fifteen swords.

Heaven and earth are silent, and what the sword points to is silenced.

The huge whirlpool seemed to be frightened and flustered under this sword, so it churned more and more, the white frost gas spread, the waves surged, and the huge waves with ice crystals turned into a big hand, pressing towards the white-clothed swordsman in the air.

The big hand is huge, and in the eyes of the white-clothed swordsman, the pressure of this big hand is like heaven and earth suppressing it.

The Great Wave itself has an extremely terrifying quality, not to mention that the ice crystals flowing in it at high speed are like bullets, and if the human body is swept into it, there is no other end than to turn into minced flesh.

Therefore, the white-clothed swordsman took out his sword, and the sword qi hissed at high speed, slashing through the room, and the air was abandoned.

It's just a simple stroke.

There is no unique sword technique, no tactful sword pointing to the sky.

Only the simplest and purest sword.

A sword out.

Heaven and earth were amazed by this.

All the vitality between heaven and earth seemed to riot with this sword, and the wind suddenly rose, and this sword cut down along the straight line of the invisible heaven and earth vitality, directly.

Boom!

People feel that under this sword, their thinking seems to be frozen, and in their eyes, there is only the existence of that sword, accompanied by a faint panic.

Just because the slapping of the big hand of this huge wave suddenly stopped, all the movement was stopped, giving people the illusion that time had stopped, so they had a feeling that their minds were frozen.

A very thin line was born.

The big hand composed of uncertain objects should not have been cut by a relatively small sword, but when it appeared in front of people, this big hand, indeed like a real entity, was cut from the middle, with the body of the white-clothed swordsman as the center of the dividing line, and smashed heavily on the sea.

The sea seemed to rise a little higher, and the waves crashing against the levee became more violent.

The whirlpool was also slightly silent because of this, and the figure of the white-clothed swordsman moved again, falling, and the figure of stepping on the waves was so erratic.

Suddenly, he put his sword into its sheath.

His hands plunged into the sea, and when he rose again, he pulled out two small arms of about the same thickness.

Then, there is a sharp regression.

Huh?!

The two of them who were pulled out of the sea by the sudden huge force were obviously still a little dazed, and they didn't expect to encounter such a big battle, and they were a little dizzy by this tornado.

But the sudden cold wind brought by the high-speed advance made them wake up very quickly.

Looking at Ye Ran, who was pulling them backwards, they were stunned at first, but then they felt the coldness behind them, turned their heads slightly, and their pupils suddenly dilated, which was shock, panic, panic.

The huge waves seemed to be extremely angry because of their departure, or should it be said, because of Ye Ran's intervention, and began to circle violently, and then, a figure appeared in the waves.

White hair, red eyebrows, snake eyes, colored scales.

An expressionless man stepped on the sea, his face was indifferent, and the blue fire around him was circling and flying.

That's scales?

No, that's not just scales.

That's also Poseidon.

In the eyes of others, the gods who shelter all the people under the sea.

In Ye Ran's eyes, the one who controls the sea, the demon dream.

He raised his staff, which was like a wave, and with a single wave, a cloud of water converged on the tip of his staff, and then, scattered, and shot out!

The originally weak water flow turned into a deadly weapon at this moment, and the sea water that shot out broke through the sound barrier in an instant, and in Ye Ran's eyes, an invisible shock wave swept away around the sea water, and the sea water that shot out was no longer sea water.

It's a killer weapon.

Hands suddenly clenched and exerted force.

The two humans, who combined with a combined weight of more than one hundred and sixteen, were thrown high by Ye Ran like this, and threw them in the direction where Mei Hai was with an exclamation, and he didn't care if the other party would fall to his death.

Draw your sword, draw your sword.

The surging sword qi at high speed was running in the sword vein, and the sword qi that had devoured a large number of demon dream stones was not much better than Ye Ran's previous life, so Ye Ran poured this sword qi into the Qing Ying Sword.

The crippled fifteen sword intent has been absorbed.

Therefore, what Ye Ran was swinging in his hand at the moment was still incomplete, but the fifteen swords that had already revealed a faint smell of silence.

Bang, bang......

The continuous sound of fluffy puffs sounded, and the sea water that shot in front of Ye Ran was cut by sword after sword, and even the sword shadow could not be seen, and the sword qi entangled in the Qing Ying Sword invaded the water in an instant, expelling and crushing the demonic power attached to it belonging to the scales and sea gods.

Boom!

With a final sound, in the misty water vapor, the white figure shot out again, and the sword qi flowed wantonly in the body.

People only see his sharp back.

But he didn't see it, he smiled, and the brilliant sword intent in his eyes was great.

The scales and the sea god saw it.

Otherworldly, otherworldly, otherworldly.

When did this kind of monster come out of the Otherworld?

Looking at the white-clothed young man whose combat strength was almost incomparable, Scale's heart was shocked, even if the will of the sea god was attached to him now, it still couldn't stop his thoughts.

Is this the effect of the sword fruit?

Tsk, it's really time to stop the tide from staying in the United States.

He never understood that the sword fruit was just an opportunity, and the sword fruit was just a force, pushing Ye Ran to sway upward.

For Ye Ran, practicing swords is the most interesting thing in heaven and earth.

Therefore he is attached to the sword and to the mind.

If the sword fruit is not obtained, he can also spend ten years of boring, just to shape a sword vein.

He can do it.

It's not faith, it's not self-confidence, it's instinct for the sword.

The scales could see a pride in Ye Ran's body.

He is the sword, only the sword.

After that, he never lost his sword.

Ye Ran, what reason is there not to be proud of his sword.