Ye Li almost just rubbed shoulders with this chest in an instant. Ye Li couldn't focus too much on this, if he was proud of being on guard, it would be over.

Ye Li came to the front of Hua Zi's proud head and slashed at his head without hesitation.

Who knew that at this time, something strange happened. From the huge afterimage of the flower pride, a bright red peony flower appeared. This peony flower caught Ye Li's sword!

The petals fell, flashed from the side of Ye Li's cheek, and even cut through both of Ye Li's cheeks.

Ye Li was stunned for a few minutes, this point was the result of Ye Li's misjudgment. What is the blood demon's natal name? Hua Zi is proud! He is the only bloodline of Hua Ji's mother-in-law and Hua Fan's grandfather, and the supernatural powers of the two of them, Hua Zi is definitely more proficient than these magical powers of the Blood Knife family!

"Ye Li, have you forgotten again? My blood demon is actually proud of himself! The two old immortals are still a little useful, and they finally gave me something. ”

Ye Li only felt that his heart was beating wildly, and all the attention of the Yuan Shen was in his hands.

Rumble!

With a loud bang, the afterimage of Hua Zi's pride slammed into Ye Li's head with a punch, and Ye Li flew from a high altitude and fell rapidly. At the same time, the moment Ye Li smashed on the ground, he stepped directly on Ye Li's Yuan Shen with a foot.

Ye Li only felt a sharp pain, and a wave of energy passed through the defense power of the Yuan Shen and directly entered Ye Li's Yuan Shen.

This stinging pain is hundreds of times clearer than the pain on the body. Ye Li's eyes were dark, and he almost fell unconscious, if it weren't for his strong concentration, Ye Li would have fainted a long time ago.

"I can see clearly how Ye Li, a disciple of the Spirit Sword Pavilion, died!"

A huge blood-colored vortex in the sky stopped spinning. From the middle of this vortex, a huge palm appeared, which was connected to the arm, and it was not known where it was summoned.

"Hua is proud, you stop Lao Tzu, otherwise I will make you die ugly!"

Hua Ziao didn't take Ye Li in his eyes at all, he smiled, and continued to urge the huge palm to cast the spell. The palm had come to the top of Sword Impermanence's head, grabbing the enchantment.

Their enchantment was arranged by bringing together all the disciples and elders of the Spirit Sword Pavilion and the pavilion master, and they were able to hold on for a while.

"Finch Ling, go and help!"

Bird Ling took Yu Qiong and a few of their elites, and Edgeworth flew away, but unfortunately halfway, he was stopped by this guy Hua Ziao.

I saw a round cover covering several people's bodies, and Finch Ling's attention was in front of her, and she didn't dodge, and most of the others were like this.

Except for one person, Joan!

Yu Qiong dodged, Ye Li frowned, when did this guy's body technique become so strong? Ye Li remembered that he didn't give him the inch of land technique.

This move seems to be a bit similar to the Inch Soil Technique, both disappear in an instant, instead of using the advantage of speed to dodge the attack.

Yu Qiong narrowly avoided this restraint, and came directly to the outside of the barrier of Sword Impermanence without looking back, only a few meters away from the huge hand.

The sword impermanence did not dare to open the enchantment, and opening it at this time was tantamount to looking for death.

I saw Yu Qiong knock on the defensive enchantment: "Pavilion Master, what's the situation inside you?"

"Yu Qiong, hurry up and keep the last bit of bloodline in our Spirit Sword Pavilion. We couldn't resist it, and we were afraid we were leaving. In fact...... You already have the strength of a sword god. It's just that we, the old guys, are not convinced, so we won't let you ...... Hey, if you knew this, you should have become a god smoothly. ”

The tone of Jian Impermanence was like the last words of a dying man, and the tone was full of regret. Yu Qiong's tears swirled in her eyes, and the elders behind her also became kind and kind, with a relieved expression, and raised their thumbs to Yu Qiong.

"Yuqiong, you're great. ”

"Yu Qiong, come on, live, for the sake of the Spirit Sword Pavilion, and for the stability of the Void Spirit Realm. ”

"Lord Sword God, live well!"

Neither Yu Qiong nor Ye Li thought that at this most critical moment, Yu Qiong would be recognized by everyone, but it seemed that it was too late.

A crack had already appeared in the barrier, and several lines of blood mixed in, killing a large number of disciples in no time. These disciples are all the youngest generation of the Spirit Sword Pavilion, and some of them have even just been recruited this year, and they survived the last battle, but unfortunately they can't escape this time.

Sword Impermanence They were also powerless to be distracted, and could only watch as the hope for the future of the Spirit Sword Pavilion behind them was wiped out one after another.

Yu Qiong clenched his fists, roared, wiped away his tears, and suddenly the corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a strange smile: "Blood Demon! Do you know who I am!"

"Who do I care who you are? I'm going to die here anyway. ”

Yu Qiong's arm reached for his back, and this was the first time he had drawn Jian Jiu's long sword. With a sonorous sound, the ancient sword was sacrificed, and Ye Li frowned, although Ye Li was suppressed now, but at the same time, it was also a good thing.

Because he wants to suppress Ye Li, a large part of Hua Zi's proud mana will definitely be divided, that is to say, when he faces Yu Qiong, his attack power is not as good as at his peak.

This may be an opportunity! Yuqiong, don't let me down, show that trick, your master's trick!

Jian Jiu's time in the library is much longer than the time in the pavilion master's attic, and it is not an exaggeration to say that Jian Jiu is well-read. But Ye Li once told Jian Jiu that his swordsmanship was too complicated and difficult to master.

Beside Yu Qiong, a stream of gas began to converge towards him, and Yu Qiong suddenly raised his long sword, and the figure disappeared in place in an instant.

"Roar!"

With a roar, the blood-colored palm was unexpectedly retracted from a distance of dozens of meters, and was raised into the air again. The sword is impermanent, and their pressure suddenly decreases.

"Impossible! How can you, a small Spirit Sword Pavilion disciple, have such great power!"

A blue light appeared on the palm of the hand, and soon a crack appeared in the bloody hand, which did not coincide for a long time.

"This seat is the Spirit Sword Pavilion, a new generation of sword gods! Yu Qiong is also! My duty and mission is to protect all my disciples of the Spirit Sword Pavilion!"

In front of the palm, the white clothes were fluttering, the long sword was unsheathed, and the blue light was attached to the ancient sword. The momentum of Yuqiong's whole person has increased thousands of times?

Even Ye Li couldn't help but look at it twice, how did this kid do it? At this moment, Yu Qiong actually had the shadow of Jian Jiu on his body, and even had a trace of Jian Yi!

"Boss, Yu Qiong, he ......"

"I'm afraid he's really angry, good boy, he has learned to hide his hand. ”

At this moment, I only heard Hua snort arrogantly and disdainfully: "What sword god is not a sword god, I killed you Spirit Sword Pavilion Sword God is still less? Even your master Jian Jiu was killed by me." ”

"So!"

A sword fell from the sky, and Hua Ziao once again burst out with a roar, as if it was very painful, and another crack appeared on the palm.

"I want to avenge my master. I want to protect the disciples of the Spirit Sword Pavilion!"

At this time, Yu Qiong suddenly turned his head, showed a sunny smile to the remaining tens of thousands of people on the ground, and laughed wildly: "Hahaha, Blood Demon, today, I will kill you!"

A mixture of murderous and angry, Yu Qiong finally broke out.

And at this moment, the person who falls into passivity is the flower pride. He wanted to suppress Ye Li, but if he didn't let go of Ye Li, his mana would not be able to be fully displayed.

The sword god in front of him who came out of nowhere, he may not be able to fight. If he fails, this time, he's completely finished.

"Take it, my master's stunt, Sword Dance for Nine Days!"

Joan began to move his footwork in the air, not fast, but very strange and unpredictable. In the entire sky, there were nine remnants of Yu Qiong, and each of them maintained a movement, as if time had stopped, and stayed in the air.

As for Yu Qiong, he came to the back of these afterimages, and the long sword pointed directly at the small bead on Hua Ziao's chest, and the afterimages around him began to move again, all of which coincided with the main body of Yu Qiong.

After the ninth remnant image converged, a huge sword qi erupted.

"Damn it!"

Hua Ziao had no choice but to remove the restrictions on Ye Li and Que Ling. Ye Li immediately rose into the air, but was suddenly stopped by Yu Qiong.

"Uncle Shi, let me do it this time. I'm confident. ”

The corners of Ye Li's mouth rose slightly, and he patted him on the shoulder: "Then it's up to you, the new Sword God Master, we are waiting for your good news." ”

When Yu Qiong faced Ye Li, she was still a little embarrassed, smiled slightly, and then her eyes regained firmness.

"Sword Dance for Nine Days!"

There was no sword qi in the sky, nor a huge flying sword, only a sword qi that shone with blue light, which slammed into the front of the small bead and collided together.

Rumble!

With a loud bang, the light shone brightly, illuminating the entire sky, as if it were about to swallow the entire sky.

The original blood-colored vortex in the sky was also engulfed, not to mention the blood-colored palm.

I don't know how long it took, but on the leaves on the side of the road, a drop of dew slowly dripped down, and turned into countless droplets of water with a click.

The reflection in the water droplet was the huge afterimage in the air, which was slashed by a sword, the blood ball broke, and the blood did not flow out, but was absorbed into Yu Qiong's long sword.

With a wave of his backhand, countless blood flowers flew into the sky, and with the sound of the explosion, they turned into nothing and dissipated into the air, leaving no trace.

The afterimage and the palm of the hand are gone, and only the flower lying on the ground, dying, is proud.

Hua was proud and pale, and he failed again. But this time, he didn't miscalculate Ye Li, he miscalculated this new generation of sword gods.

The barrier opened, and they fell to the ground, and the disciples were all panting in place. There are quite a few people who survived, and the number of people who died before was only a few hundred.

Yu Qiong held a sword in his left hand and pointed at the flower proudly. Hua Ziao has no chance of turning the tables at all, and he can't even escape.

Footsteps sounded, and Ye Li came behind Yu Qiong: "You have done well enough." Your master is in the heavenly spirit, and he will definitely feel gratified. With such an outstanding disciple, he died without regrets. ”

At this moment, Yu Qiong's frowning brows finally relaxed, and he said something that made people almost spurt out old blood.

I only heard Yu Qiong say: "Uncle Shi, help me with this arm, raise it a little higher, it's more handsome." I don't have the strength to do it myself. ”

"Hahaha, you kid. ”

Ye Li didn't care about him, but came to the front of Hua Ziao: "How is it, are you still playing?"

"Lao Tzu confessed, when he was in the blood pool, I should have stopped you from taking him out. ”

"I regret it now, it's too late. ”

Yu Qiong maintained this position, and thunderous applause rang out behind him, and all the disciples, as well as the elders, were all chanting two words.

"Sword God!"