Nine Dragons War Sovereign

BOOM!

As the Sword Canghai Sword attacked, the sword intent in the sky seemed to have grown as deafening cries came from all directions. It was as if a waterfall was crashing down from the heavens, as though it could swallow up mountains and rivers.

BOOM!

Puff puff!

The Blue Sword Falls splattered everywhere, were all broken down by the blood veins, and blocked in front of Ye Ling, and directly scattered.

As if his entire body was dyed in blood, Ye Ling's mind was filled with the intent of slaughter. He suddenly took a step forward, raised his hand to cover the sky, and suddenly smashed towards Jian Cang.

"What?!" Seeing that Ye Ling was still able to resist, he began to pay more attention to him, especially the moment he saw the Buried Skies Coffin.

"Sword Heaven Decimating Vault!"

Jian Cang frowned and waved his sword in the air as if he was splitting apart the sky. A sword flew in the air and whistled in the nine heavens as boundless sword qi suddenly descended from the sky.

The mountains collapsed and the earth cracked. The ghosts wailed and the gods wailed, the might of the sword seemed to have come from the heavens, Ye Ling was not able to resist.

BANG!

The Buried Skies Coffin was pushed back by the sword, the terrifying Sword Qi undulations were like sharp blades, instantly slashing Ye Ling's chest and causing blood to splash into the air.

Ye Ling flew backwards with blood dripping from his chest. Although he was heavily injured, Ye Ling had a bloody grin on his face. At this moment, he had lost all feeling.

"Whiz!"

Just at that moment, a ray of blood light appeared beside Ye Ling.

The current Blood Demon had completely entered his demonic transformation state, and the aura he gave off was extremely evil. He had devoured countless of people's flesh and blood, and his cultivation had actually reached the ninth level of the Heavenly Tribulation Stage.

This was not an exaggeration. The Blood Demon's cultivation was already extremely high. Because he had been sealed for tens of thousands of years, his strength had been lost, and his cultivation had plummeted.

Now that he had swallowed the blood, the power he had lost was restored to the third level. His strength had naturally risen accordingly.

"Damn it!"

"You old thing, you're bullying my grandson right?"

"I will play with you today and suck your blood dry bit by bit!"

The Blood Demon General smiled sinisterly, raising his head to look at Jian Cang. Against Ye Ling, who was an enemy, he would definitely not tolerate anyone touching a single hair on Ye Ling's head.

"Blood Demon?" "Blood Demon?" Jian Cang's expression stiffened. Blood Demon's reputation was well-known. Blood Demon had an indestructible body. Drinking blood was like a feather, killing people was like a play.

"This person's cultivation is very high. I'll lend you the Blood Yama for now!" Ye Ling cast a glance at the incoming Blood Demon. With his strength, it was indeed difficult for him to suppress Jian Cang.

directly threw the Blood Yama to the Blood Demon. Since they did not have any weapons to fight with Jian Cang, they were naturally at a disadvantage.

"Wahaha!"

He originally had the Blood Demon's physique, so with the Blood Yama in his hands, its power would definitely skyrocket.

BOOM!

As soon as Jian Cang made his move, sword shadows shot up into the sky. Their bodies moved like shuttles, and their speed actually reached the point where they completely disregarded the obstructions of the spatial energy.

Ye Ling's expression congealed, he suddenly waved his arm, and ripples appeared in the air, cutting off the surrounding space and using his spatial energy to resist the sword attacks.

Bang bang!

The sound of air exploding could be heard, and terrifying Sword Qi flew in all directions, yet Ye Ling spat out a mouthful of blood, as he suffered from the power shock, and his meridians almost ruptured.

"Old thing!"

"You can't bully my grandson!"

When the Blood Demon saw that Ye Ling was injured, he could not endure it anymore. His face was ice-cold as he looked around in the air, and when the Sword Cang appeared, the Blood Demon instantly rushed out like a fierce tiger, closing in on Jian Cang in the blink of an eye.

BOOM!

The Blood Yama swept across the horizon, and a sea of blood overflowed into the heavens.

Puff puff!

Since Jian Cang had nowhere to hide, he was immediately cut by the bloody light. In the blink of an eye, his entire body was covered in wounds.

With the Blood Yama in the hands of the blood demons, its power would increase exponentially, causing the power of the blood demons to increase accordingly.

Seeing that, Ye Ling shot into the sky in an instant. When Jian Cang was still in the sea of blood, Ye Ling suddenly threw the coffin downwards, which was like the might of the heavens, it shook the earth and shook the earth.

"AHH!" Jian Cang cried out miserably. His body fell down extremely quickly and with a bang, he dropped to his knees. His face was pale and blood flowed out from his seven orifices. He looked extremely miserable.

"Sickle of the God of Death!"

However, just as Jian Cang was about to get up, Feng Yu, who was far away, saw that the time had come, and actually approached quickly. Both of his arms moved at the same time, and the Sickle of the God of Death instantly appeared in his hands, not giving Jian Cang the chance to catch his breath.

Jian Cang's eyes widened. Just as he was about to attack back, he felt his entire body being shackled and unable to move at all. This caused his face to turn ashen.

"Sword Soul!"

Puff!

The Sickle of the God of Death was pushed back, but Feng Yu actually vomited blood and was sent flying. He fell to one knee, his face pale, his body actually trembling non-stop.

As for Jian Cang, he was in no better condition. In order to defend against the Scythe of the Death God, he had actually destroyed the Sword Soul he had cultivated all his life in exchange for a thread of hope for survival in front of him.

The Sword Soul was the carrier of the sword cultivator. Without the Sword Soul, Jian Cang's cultivation dropped rapidly, and in an instant, he was at the fourth level of the Transcending Mortality Stage.

This was the price he had to pay. Jian Cang had suffered great losses, and his cultivation had plummeted as well. He was one of the three great elders of the Sword Tomb, but he, the Deity Creation Stage, had suffered such a miserable fate.

Sou sou!

Ye Ling and the Blood Demon instantly attacked, one in front of the other blocking Jian Cang's attack. Now that Jian Cang's cultivation had plummeted, he was even less afraid of Jian Cang.

"Old thing, get up and continue skipping!"

"You actually killed your own granddaughter, and now you want to pin the crime on your grandson? What other ability do you have!"

The blood demon sneered. Looking at the kneeling Jian Cang, he had an unforgiving expression, appearing to be extremely angry.

"Humph!"

"If it wasn't for you, how could my grandson be alright?"

"If you dare to barge into my Sword Tomb and kill my people, you must all die!"

Facing the Blood Demon's reprimand, how could Jian Cang remain calm. He glared at Ye Ling, and recalled the scene where Ye Ling used his own granddaughter as a shield. His heart was unable to swallow this resentment.

Teng!

Jian Cang suddenly jumped up, his face filled with killing intent as he rushed towards Ye Ling, the Star Sword in his hand horizontally drew close to Ye Ling like a needle.

Ye Ling's expression became ugly, he suddenly jumped, and his body released the power of frost, enveloping the entire area, and instantly freezing Jian Cang.

Boom! *

In that moment, Jian Cang actually shattered the ice. He suddenly jumped into the air and the Sword Qi streaked across the air, flashing past Ye Ling's eyes.

Puff!

Ye Ling's chest was cut open, it was bone-deep, blood spurting into the sky.

"Ye Ling!"

When Blood Demon and Feng Yu saw this, the two of them flew at top speed towards Ye Ling, but Huan Xiong quietly approached Jian Cang. His body shook in the air, and he suddenly punched towards Jian Cang.

Boom! *

"AHH!" Jian Cang was caught off guard, he did not expect that Huan Xiong would disregard Ye Ling's life, and actually sneak attack him.

Jian Cang screamed miserably. His body was like a broken kite, falling down to the ground in an instant. With a rumbling sound, half of his body was actually smashed into the ground, with blood and flesh flying everywhere.

Ye Ling frowned, seeing that Jian Cang finally fell into Huan Xiong's hands, he suddenly flew forward, and Blood Demon and Feng Yu simultaneously flew.

"Grandson, this old thing's cultivation base is extraordinary. Right now, your injuries are too serious. Why don't you consume him? That way, your cultivation base and injuries will quickly recover."

Seeing that Ye Ling's body was in such a sorry state, the Blood Demon proposed to let Ye Ling devour Jian Cang, afraid that Ye Ling would not be able to hold on.

"No way!"

"He is Clan Elder of the Sword Tomb. We have already killed his granddaughter, it is already enough that we feel sorry for him. How could we even kill him?"

Jian Qiu anxiously rushed forward, his face solemn and immediately disagreeing with the Blood Demon's words. Jian Cang was the Sword Elder of the Sword Tomb, and he had some relations with his grandfather, how could he watch Jian Cang get killed?

"Are you f * cking shameless?"

"We almost died at his hands!"

"Don't forget, we only came here for your sake, and now you're actually pleading for mercy on their behalf? Isn't Ye Ling kind to you? "

The Blood Demon was enraged, even though Ye Ling's injuries were severe, Jian Qiu still wanted to protect Sword Cang! How could he calm down?

"Jian Qiu, what do you mean?"

"My boss is trying so hard to help you, do you really want my boss to die here?"

Feng Yu was also unable to continue watching. With how disloyal Jian Qiu was, Ye Ling was only injured because of Jian Cang. Naturally, he had to make Jian Cang pay the price.

Jian Qiu's face froze for a moment, and when he looked at Ye Ling, his eyes were filled with guilt, but he was indeed unable to sit by and watch Ye Ling kill Jian Cang.

Jian Qiu was silent, he was completely at a loss of what to do. On one hand, it was Ye Ling, and on the other hand it was Sword Tomb's Sword Elder, Jian Cang.

Facing the eyes of Ye Ling and the others, Jian Qiu knew in his heart that only then would he be able to make his decision not to disappoint them.

Gritting his teeth, Jian Qiu suddenly thrusted his sword into the center of Jian Cang's brows. He could not bear to see Jian Cang die in the hands of Ye Ling and the others, so he decided to take responsibility for the matter.

Ye Ling frowned, he was not disappointed by Jian Qiu's decision. At the same time, in the moment that Jian Cang died, strands of blood red chains slowly flew out from Ye Ling's body, and directly flew into Jian Cang's body to absorb his flesh.