Even if he was the head of a clan, in front of Ye Lingtian.

There was no enough possibility to see it, and in an instant, a bunch of guys were all crushed into powder.

In the end, it was Ye Lingtian who made a move.

Ye Xian put the sword back.

The realm is poor, Ye Xian can't do it so neatly.

In the distance, Ye Lingtian watched slightly.

The swordswoman's consciousness that was watching was still spying.

In this statue, no one can resist, the sword girl consciousness.

There is no one to suppress the nuns who enter.

The power of snooping is chilling.

The so-called heavenly power can be resisted by non-cultivators.

Maybe that's exactly what happened.

On the contrary, the male cultivators killed each other, and there was no problem at all.

That's the rule.

"Miss, Jing Zixuan must be waiting for us in front!"

In the servant's eyes, there was a nervous look again.

Jing Zixuan, the strongest female cultivator of the Seven Extremes.

Its combat power, earlier, had broken through to the realm of Tai Chi.

In this realm, if there must be three female cultivators who are the strongest.

Naturally, it was Wu Yan, Shi Xuan, and Jing Zixuan.

If there must be three male cultivators, it is the strongest, and Ye Lingtian is definitely one.

But the real Xeon.

It can only be the power of snooping.

Even the minions can sense it.

It's just that she doesn't know that it's the consciousness of the sword girl.

"It's just women who can't be on the stage. ”

Ye Xian said lightly.

The servant was silent in an instant.

The current Ye Xian is completely concealed.

But its interior, its inner and its inner moves, are still alien.

The previous she gave people the feeling that it was just a misunderstanding.

The crowd marched forward.

Dark Domain.

A few cultivators in extremely simple clothes walked slowly.

Count men and women.

Yuancheng, a family with a name and a surname, more than 1,000 clans.

However, in this city-state, it is impossible for everyone to be a member of the Thousand Tribes.

It's like having a hundred surnames, but the real surnames are too many thousand.

"Xiaolan, what's going on?"

A year-old cultivator, unable to suppress it, has already spoken out.

The female cultivator in front of her, who was holding a sword with an inconspicuous breath, spoke in a light tone.

"The space is constantly being constrained, and there must be more nuns in Yuancheng ahead, waiting for me. ”

Wow!

The space became bright, and all darkness disappeared completely.

The huge light in front of them converged, and it formed another image.

It is the expression of the statue of the sword god.

It stood on the stone platform, and there was a bloody sword in the air, which was floating and sinking.

In all directions, in all directions.

At all heights, at the entrances of each passage, men and women appeared, looking at the statue of light.

The image of the former sword god makes people look up.

The current image of the sword god gives people the feeling that it is extremely weird.

There was a look of wariness in everyone's eyes.

In the distance, Ye Lingtian and the four of them were also watching coldly.

Call!

It seems that the wind is blowing, but in fact, it is all a small breath.

The screams were heard.

Everyone looked in that direction.

A huge, obviously supreme powerhouse.

It's actually being swallowed up by space.

It stands a little further back.

Behind it, the wall of light, which seems to be an ancient well, hides the power to shatter everything.

The supreme strong, flesh and blood, has become extremely weak, but there is still flesh and blood.

By the time the blood and water emerged from the wall of light, everything had been indicated.

Many cultivators, trembling, quickly moved forward.

Some have fallen on their knees.

"This god summons you and others, it is precisely to inherit this god, the supreme swordsmanship. ”

In the air, the consciousness of the gods spoke faintly.

It is a sword girl, or the so-called sword god, part of the consciousness, and its opening is expressed, and it is indeed countless majesty.

Thank you Sword God!

The women and their people quickly bowed down, and it seemed that no one was standing uninhibited.

In an instant, Ye Lingtian and the others quickly attracted the attention of too many people.

Everyone knelt down, but Ye Lingtian didn't kneel.

"You're you again?"

The Divine Consciousness spoke in an extremely light tone.

Wait a moment.

He had reached out and grabbed towards Ye Lingtian.

Sou!

The Heavenly Pulse of Movement is activated.

The supreme body method, avoiding it with the grabbing gesture.

"It's kind of interesting!"

Ye Lingtian left his original domain.

His Heavenly Vein, but there is no way to leave the prohibition of the Moon Clan.

Just in the opposite direction.

The consciousness of the gods breathed lightly, and his divine thoughts once again completely captured Ye Lingtian.

Burst!

This time, there was no need to grab it, Ye Lingtian had already covered his body.

Consciousness, flesh and blood, spiritual breath.

Cultivators of the Divine Domain, the three major constituent elements.

The consciousness is strong to a certain extent, and it is against the heavens and coercion.

Brush!

The sword burst out, Ling Tian's sword momentum!

It wasn't Ye Lingtian Yudong, his sword came from the opposite side of him.

It was Ye Xian.

The power of the sword piercing is resistant.

Easily pierce the consciousness of the gods.

The sword rushed in, binding the light wall of Zhu Xiu, and the sound of metal slashing kept ringing.

Sword intent cannot be captured.

"It's kind of interesting!"

In the air, the consciousness of the gods, does not care.

Even Ye Lingtian didn't have anything to do about it.

Not to mention Ye Xian.

Ye Xian looked vigilant.

"How dare you offend Lord Sword God!"

Countless voices of reprimand came out quickly.

Then, the anti-heaven fist bombarded.

Ye Xian is another sword.

The power of the fist collides with the sword intent.

The sword intent disappears, and the fist power disappears.

The two sides are open in four or six.

Ye Xian didn't notice it, and the fist power on the opposite side was hit hard.

The person is Wu Yan.

Rubbish!

An angry voice of reprimand came out.

Someone launched again, Shi Xuan, a female cultivator of the Shi clan, and came with a sword.

Its sword is black.

Ling Tian's Divine Sword, the golden red light, was in stark contrast.

The Heavenly Vein of Dou has already broken out.

Ye Lingtian blessed Ye Xian with all the power of the Heavenly Vein.

That female cultivator Tai Chi sword intent, compared to Shi Xuan, did not have any weakness.

Now the sword intent immediately increased by a hundredfold and a thousandfold.

Sword intent shatters.

In the next breath, Shi Xuan was about to disappear immediately.

The coercion fell, and the sword intent that wanted to crush Shi Xuan was forcibly blocked and broken.

In the space, tranquility has been restored.

No one dared to move anymore.

Ye Xian is very disrespectful to the Sword God, and she really deserves to die.

But there is no doubt that Ye Xian can break Shi Xuan and Wu Yan in a row.

scene, or someone can be her opponent.

But at most, it's five or five, and the possibilities are almost negligible.

Not to mention, the current attention of the Sword God Consciousness has been on Ye Xian.

Ye Xian was extremely vigilant.

"I don't believe in God's will, it's really the inheritance of the true God!"

The consciousness of the gods, sighing in the air, seemed to be still excited.

"Sword God-sama, please kill him immediately!"

All around, the cultivators shouted.

Rumble!

Coercion erupted again.

In space, it's just a moment.

Many male cultivators, disappearing planes.

It's the ones who don't stop talking.

A ray of light detached from the stone platform and fell.

Towards Ye Xian.

It quickly entered Ye Xian's body!

The power of retribution!

At this moment, even if you are a stupid cultivator.

It can also be sensed that something is happening.

Call!

Ye Xian's body, right in place, suddenly skyrocketed.

It became no different from the previous will of God.

Thousands of feet above.

The sword is held in the hand, majestic and solemn, and the light is still gathered.

His eyes are full of rebellion and fear.