Nine Dragons War Sovereign

"Don't even think about it!"

Hearing Ye Ling's words, the sword spirit suddenly pounced towards Ye Ling, wanting to use this to threaten Jian Yi to hand over the sword, how could he easily agree.

Boom! *

"AHH!" The Sword Soul actually let out a miserable scream and was sent flying while spitting out blood. It kneeled down on one knee and a bloody hole the size of both hands appeared in its chest.

In just an instant, Ye Ling actually went all out with the plan, with Xue Wuya s taking action. The Sword Soul was caught unprepared. had never expected that Ye Ling would have another trump card.

Xue Wuya was originally the foundation that Ye Ling didn't want to reveal to the rest of the world, but now, she was forced into a corner by helplessness. If she wanted to resolve the crisis before him, the only thing he could do was to expose the existence of Xue Wuya.

The blood demon was dumbstruck. Looking at the figure of the Xue Wuya, it was as if it had been struck by lightning, causing him to be unable to calm down. She thought to herself, "Why would there be someone inside the Buried Skies Coffin?"

Feng Yu and Huan Xiong were both shocked, the sudden change caused their Sword Soul to be heavily injured in front of them before they could even figure out what had happened.

That was a Deity Creation Stage Ranker, he could not withstand a single blow. This made them all stare wide-eyed at the mysterious Xue Wuya that appeared.

Ye Ling cut his eyebrows, and with a cold smile, he looked at the imprisoned Jian Yi and said, "Did you see it clearly? This is the result of your certain defeat. "

"You and I are unwilling!" Jian Yi was furious, her face was as cold as ice and her red eyes stared straight at Ye Ling.

"Unreconciled?"

"The reality is cruel, let go of Jian Qiu's grandfather, otherwise both you and this old thing will die!"

Ye Ling scoffed, there was no fairness in this world. A world where the strong preyed on the weak, there was always someone who had more methods than the weak.

"We can't release it!"

The sword spirit lying on the ground in the distance shouted at Jian Yi with a ferocious expression. It could be seen that he had not realized that they were not the ones in charge right now.

The Xue Wuya frowned, he who had an ice-cold expression actually stepped forward to the front of the Sword Soul, only to see the Sword Soul's expression change, and its entire body trembling.

Puff!

Without waiting for the Sword Soul to speak, Xue Wuya Blood took action, and directly took the Sword Soul's head off. With one kick, the Sword Soul's body exploded, transforming into a blood mist that flew into the Buried Skies Coffin.

The Xue Wuya's attacks were very fierce and cruel, and it was precisely because of this that they did not dare to approach Sword Tomb.

The Xue Wuya turned around, revealing a bloodthirsty look, holding the sword spirit head that had died a horrible death, and looked at Jian Yi, purposely showing him a look.

"Damn it!"

"This guy was even more brutal than me!"

The blood demon was shocked. The Xue Wuya's killing methods had made him feel inferior. Such savageness was simply a murderous act without blinking an eye. Even he felt goosebumps all over her body.

Huan Xiong and Feng Yu couldn't help but tremble a little, and stared straight at the Xue Wuya. Their faces were unexpectedly pale, and cold sweat covered their foreheads, as though they were bathing in water.

"The sword spirit was killed?" Jian Qiu was stunned, he was dumbstruck, and seeing his Sword Soul being killed so easily, he found it hard to accept this fact.

"Sword Soul!" Jian Yi's eyes widened, seeing the sword spirit's miserable death, he could not bear it anymore and called out to the sword spirit's name.

Jian Yi felt extremely guilty in his heart, the sword spirit's death was directly related to him, if he listened to the sword spirit and did not act rashly, it would be impossible for Ye Ling to turn the situation around.

Puff!

Just as Jian Yi was crying, with a face full of sorrow and self-blame, Ye Ling suddenly took action, and directly pulled out the golden pellet from Jian Yi's body.

"AHH!" Jian Yi screamed in pain and fell into a pool of blood. The same result, he actually accepted three times that he could not change.

Sensing that his cultivation had quickly disappeared, that his body was empty, that his aura was weakening so quickly, Jian Yi actually cried and curled up on the ground without even having the strength to open his mouth.

Ye Ling was his nemesis. If he had to be blamed, he should not have provoked Ye Ling, and even more so, should not have provoked Jian Qiu and his grandfather.

Seeing Jian Yi being crippled, the Blood Demon frowned as he looked at the sword tip hanging in mid air. Suddenly, he leaped and went straight for the sword tip.

If even the Deity Creation Stage was not Ye Ling's opponent, what would they use to fight him?

Blood Demon flew up to the front of the sword's edge. Just as he was about to rescue it, a shocking rainbow flew out from the palace, and instantly pounced towards Blood Demon.

The blood demon's expression changed drastically. The incoming rainbow light emitted a terrifying aura, unexpectedly making it difficult for it to move at all.

Puff!

The rainbow light instantly pierced through the blood demon's body. With a loud bang, the blood demon exploded.

The exploding blood demons turned into a bloody mist and quickly retreated to the ground. When he reconstructed his body, his face was as white as paper and the aura around him had weakened. He revealed a terrified gaze as he stared in the direction of the main hall.

Ye Ling's face suddenly changed, feeling the Qi that the rainbow had released just now, it had actually reached an astonishing level, it was the same level of power as the Lord of the Forbidden Zone.

"It's a High Lord!"

"High Lord has come out!"

When the people of Sword Tomb saw that the blood demon had been forced back, they were all surprised to the point that they went mad with joy.

Ye Ling's heart trembled, he turned and looked at the Xue Wuya, only to see that the Xue Wuya had instantly flown back into the Buried Skies Coffin's body and returned to Ye Ling's body.

When Ye Ling turned to look at the main hall, he only saw a strong sword concept suddenly rushing over. Wind and clouds surged in the sky as lightning flashed.

The eyes of the blood demon suddenly turned bloodshot. After his body was destroyed, he could feel the threat of death. This made it difficult for him to calm down, and anger began to grow within his heart.

Under the gaze of the crowd, a figure slowly walked out from the main hall. This person was clad in an untainted robe, and the aura he exuded was as sharp as a sword.

When this person stepped out, it was as though a dao halo was imbued within him. The sword shadows transformed into a lotus flower that bloomed underneath his feet, causing thunderous cries to resound in the air, as though the heavens and earth were resonating with him.

He was Master of Sword Tomb 'Jian Lingtian'. He looked to be in his early thirties, with pale white sideburns and a cold face. With his hands behind his back, he slowly walked forward, and the people of Sword Tomb cupped their fists as they bowed.

Facing the arrival of the Master of Sword Tomb, Ye Ling actually felt an incomparable heaviness, as if a blade was placed on his neck, making him feel as if he was about to suffocate.

The Master of Sword Tomb had an illustrious reputation. He was an expert that had stood tall throughout the ages, reclaiming his position as the hidden mountain and drawing a map of the land. He was an existence that no one dared to provoke.

When Jian Yi, who was curled up on the ground saw his father Jian Lingtian appear, he actually extended his hands out as if he was being summoned by his father.

Jian Lingtian approached, looking at Ye Ling with a face as cold as ice, as if he did not care about Jian Yi's actions.

Ye Ling was perturbed in his heart, but he did not cower. He looked at Jian Lingtian with widened eyes, and said: "Master of Sword Tomb, your aura is indeed extraordinary."

"You are Ye Ling?" Facing Ye Ling's flattery, Jian Lingtian frowned instead and glared at him fiercely as he asked.

"It's me!" Ye Ling did not deny it and directly nodded his head.

To be able to look at the dignified Master of Sword Tomb, he, Ye Ling, naturally felt honored. It was just that his current position was different, thus, Master of Sword Tomb Jian Lingtian would definitely not let him off that easily.

"Release my son, or you will all die!"

Jian Lingtian bellowed, his eyes releasing a bright light, the sword aura around him soared to the skies, shaking the heavens.

"Release the sword tip, Jian Yi, I will naturally release it!" Ye Ling frowned. Jian Yi was his life saving technique, he would naturally not be so stupid as to throw away his life.

Master of Sword Tomb Jian Lingtian's expression suddenly turned extremely gloomy and cold. Looking at Ye Ling, his eyes were filled with killing intent, and he waved his hand.

"Whiz!"

The blade that was floating in the air suddenly flew up into the air.

"Grandfather!" Seeing that, Jian Qiu's expression became anxious, he did not have time to think, and quickly flew forward, and instantly hugged onto the sword tip. Only then did he return to Ye Ling and the rest's side.

Jian Qiu lowered his head to look at his grandfather who was in his embrace. The sword was currently in a coma and the aura in his body was faintly discernible.

Forcefully and helplessly, Jian Qiu abruptly raised his head to look at Ye Ling and said, "Grandfather's golden pellet, quickly come here!"

Jian Lingtian took Jian Yi, and looked at his dying breath. His face suddenly became gloomy, and he said to the Sword Tomb people behind him: "Bring the young master back."

With that said, the people of Sword Tomb rushed forward, bringing Jian Yi closer to Jian Lingtian, only to see him suddenly opening his eyes wide, releasing a terrifying Qi, stepping forward towards Ye Ling.

Ye Ling could not help but to take a few steps back, while the Blood Demon and the others were even more terrified, retreating quickly.

They were facing the hegemon of a region, the controller of the Sword Tomb, so they naturally did not have the confidence to face him.

Weng! *

Just as Ye Ling and the rest were waiting to get up, Jian Lingtian suddenly raised his hand, and a sharp Sword Qi shot towards Ye Ling, with a clanging sound, it was just like a scream.

Ye Ling's expression was ugly as he quickly waved his Blood Yama to welcome them.

Clang!

Jian Lingtian's sword energy exploded, but Ye Ling was so shaken that he vomited blood and was sent flying. With a plop, he kneeled on the ground without any power to resist.

"Ye Ling!"

Ye Ling stood up, his face pale white, yet he revealed a sinister look, fiercely slashing at Jian Lingtian as he roared.