Destiny Martial God

In front of the Prince Consort's residence!

"Accurate!"

Just as Lu Yuan used his own blood as a guide and made a blood oath according to the rules of heaven, a one-eyed man that was larger than before gradually emerged in the void above Xianyang City.

The one-eyed man, who originally had no emotional fluctuations, now gave people a vague illusion.

When the blood oath was successfully concluded, the one-eyed man looked at Lu Yuan with a look of relief and satisfaction.

After the blood oath was successfully concluded, the one-eyed man slowly disappeared, and the thirty or so martial masters and a dozen or so quasi-martial emperors hidden in the mist secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Brother Lu!"

He mistakenly thought that Lu Yuan had guessed his true intention to destroy his life artifact, and did not really doubt the tower spirit who risked exposing his existence.

So, after seeing Lu Yuan immediately protect his blood oath, Yu Haoran suddenly felt a warm current in his heart, and shouted softly with red eyes.

Putting away the remaining tears in his eyes, Lu Yuan chuckled at Yu Haoran, and then flashed in front of Jian Yuan.

As the Heavenly Sword that has obtained 30% of the luck of the sword, and is protected by the ancient artifact Xuanyuan Sword, Lu Yuan knows that he can defeat, but cannot kill Jian Ying.

And Yu Haoran dared to destroy his own natal sword that could be promoted to an artifact, and was secretly protected by a mysterious strong man, so he must have the means to kill Jian Ying.

Therefore, Lu Yuan knew that what he needed to do was to stop the deputy sect master Jian Yuan from intervening in the battle between Yu Haoran and Jian Ying.

"Lu Yuan, what do you want to do?" Seeing Lu Yuan pointing his sword at him, Jian Yuan shouted with a gloomy face.

"Deputy Sect Master, if you move, I move, if you don't move, I don't move!"

The blood oath seemed to melt Lu Yuan's cold personality, making him like Yu Haoran now, and he likes to face his opponents with a faint smile on his face.

"Lu Yuan, do you want to betray the Tianjian Sect and become a rebellious person despised by everyone?" Jian Yuan, clenching his fists, threatened with gritted teeth.

"In order to cultivate a disciple who is disrespectful, arrogant and ignorant, depriving all the disciples of the entire sect of nearly 70% of their treatment, such a ruthless sect, what's wrong with me, Lu Yuan, betraying it!" Facing Jian Yuan's threat, Lu Yuan arrogantly responded.

"You...!"

Facing Lu Yuan's arrogant response, Jian Yuan was so angry that he didn't know what to say.

Although Lu Yuan is a disciple of the Tianjian Sect, his own martial arts and swordsmanship talents are quite outstanding, and it can be said that he is second only to Jian Ying, who has just stimulated his swordsmanship talent.

Moreover, it seems that he had a strange encounter some time ago, which led to his cultivation not only reaching the limit of the peak of the ninth level of the Martial Saint, but also the power of his swordsmanship broke through the realm of Martial Honor.

So, although Jian Yuan is the deputy leader of the Tianjian Sect, his cultivation level of the three-tribulation quasi-Martial Honor realm is far from being Lu Yuan's opponent.

"Yuan'er!" Jianyu appeared beside Lu Yuan and shouted kindly.

"Master, I'm sorry. Yuan'er has more important people to protect besides the swordsmanship that he is obsessed with." Looking at Jianyu with silver hair, Lu Yuan said with guilt.

"Yuan'er, I will not only respect your choice, but also accompany you to stick to the promise of the blood oath." Jianyu stretched out his hand to touch Lu Yuan's head, as if he had opened the shackles of his heart, and encouraged him with strong confidence.

"Jianyu, do you also want to betray the Tianjian Sect?" Hearing Jianyu's encouragement to Lu Yuan, Jianyuan asked with a gloomy face.

The natal sword appeared in his hand in an instant, pointing directly at Jianyuan's brow, and Jianyu showed his attitude and choice with his actions.

Seeing that Lu Yuan and Jianyu finally got rid of the shackles of the sect and took the initiative to block Jianyuan who was ready to rescue Jianying at any time, Yu Haoran did not regret his choice to destroy his natal sword.

Then, Yu Haoran looked at Jianying, who had a slightly panicked look in his eyes, and shouted with a sneer.

"Jianying, prepare to die!"

Although the recognition of the Xuanyuan Sword by Jianying's master completely awakened Jianying's Heavenly Sword physique and was blessed by the luck of the sword, he had practiced with the Heavenly Sword physique for too short a time, and now he was only at the peak of the eighth rank of the Martial King.

Therefore, after Yu Haoran shouted, he did not immediately use the stick method to attack, but only notified the weapon spirit to extend the length of the stick, and used the weapon power of the upper-grade magic weapon of the Zun realm to force the Xuanyuan Sword hidden in Jianying's body.

"Xuanyuan protects the master!" Just as the white stick was about to reach the top of his head, and the weapon power of the upper-grade stick of the Zun realm caused Jianying's flesh to begin to crack, he could not help but shouted loudly.

"Alas!"

Accompanied by a sigh, a middle-aged man wearing a nine-clawed purple-gold dragon robe and exuding an imperial aura appeared in front of Jianying.

After waving his hand to help Jianying resist the power of the superior stick of the Venerable Realm, the man in the purple dragon robe looked at Yu Haoran with a complicated expression.

No, to be more precise, he looked at the tower spirit in Yu Haoran's sea of ​​consciousness.

"Xuanyuan, dare to talk to me in the domain?" The tower spirit, who was also looking at Xuanyuan through the sea of ​​consciousness, invited him with a smile.

"The domain tower is a world of its own, and you, the tower spirit, are the master. Although I, Xuanyuan, am arrogant, I am not ignorant." Facing the tower spirit's invitation, Xuanyuan also smiled and refused.

"Xuanyuan, how about we not interfere and let the two juniors solve their own grievances?" The tower spirit did not care about Xuanyuan's rejection of his invitation and continued to propose.

"Tower spirit, you have changed!"

"You were kind and benevolent before, and we, the spirits of Chaos Treasures, were willing to believe you. But now you are not only cunning and changeable, but also like to use tricks." Facing the proposal of the tower spirit, Xuanyuan said with a little surprise.

Then, he glanced at Yu Haoran, and a trace of admiration flashed in his eyes, but his tone was full of anger as he continued.

"Taling, the young man you are protecting not only has the top-grade magic weapon of the Venerable Realm, the Mad God's Stick, which was passed down by the giants in the recent ancient times, but also has his own state of mind, body, Yuanli and soul power all breaking through the realm of Martial Venerable."

"And the young man I, Xuanyuan, protect is just a low-level warrior at the peak of the eighth rank of the Martial King."

"You let two young people with a world of difference in cultivation and strength fight each other, and your sinister intentions are comparable to Xuanhuang."

"Xuanyuan, shut up, don't compare me, the tower spirit, with Xuanhuang, I am not as sinister and cunning as you think." Facing Xuanyuan's misunderstanding, the tower spirit suddenly shouted angrily.

"Aren't you?" Looking at the tower spirit with disdain, Xuanyuan sneered and asked back.

"Xuanyuan, the Jianying you are protecting is a heavenly sword blessed with 30% of the luck of the sword. The ordinary swordsmanship he casually performs can reach the level of heavenly swordsmanship in terms of grade and power."

Taking a deep breath, suppressing the anger aroused by Xuanyuan, the tower spirit looked at Jianying who was blocked behind Xuanyuan and said.

"So, the gap in strength between the two of them is not as big as you think. Jianying has the strength to challenge Yu Haoran."