"Soul Slashing Sword Qi, but it surpasses the Divine Skill of the Nine Heavens of the God Emperor, why is Ye Wushuang still alive?"

The two of them took a deep breath, and there was a dark cloud in their eyes.

"Unless, that Ye Wushuang has some treasure!"

"Emperor Cang is a person who has entered the Taixu God Realm and gone to the Extreme Abyss and came back alive!"

"Ye Wushuang has obtained the inheritance of Emperor Cang, it must be some great treasure left by Emperor Cang to Ye Wushuang, so as to block the soul-slaying sword qi left by the ancestor!"

Emperor Dingtian stared at his third uncle, and his pale face showed a hint of essence.

"Not bad!"

"Only this is possible?"

"Otherwise, it is unacceptable why Ye Wushuang did not die, it is an attack that surpasses the Nine Heavens of the God Emperor!"

Emperor Dingtian's third uncle, there was also a touch of greed in his eyes.

"Can you still feel where the Trapped Immortal Sword is?"

The middle-aged man's gaze fell on Emperor Dingtian's body, and he said greedily.

"The divine soul imprint I left behind, how can it be so easy to break, I can naturally feel it!" Emperor Dingtian's eyes flashed with a sneer at this moment.

"Let's go!"

"Such a treasure, a waste like Ye Wushuang, how can he be qualified to have it, only our high-ranking emperor clan is qualified to hold it!"

The two glanced at each other, and their bodies swept away directly outside the immortal city.

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"Interesting, it doesn't seem to be a waste!"

"Over the years, my strength has really been greatly improved!"

Ye Wushuang saw that on the Trapping Immortal Sword in his hand, the Emperor Dingtian's divine soul imprint was still not broken, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"However, can your Divine Soul Brand block the attack of one golden war spear, can it block the attack of two golden war spears?"

Ye Wushuang's voice was cold, in Ye Wushuang's Sea of Divine Souls, next to the golden war spear, a golden war spear appeared again at this moment, and the two war spears spun up, and suddenly burst out with terrifying power.

The two golden war spears attacked directly at the divine soul brand on the immortal sword.

"Boom!"

When the golden war spear attacked the Divine Soul Brand on the Trapping Immortal Sword, I saw that a faint crack finally appeared on the indestructible Divine Soul Imprint.

"It can withstand two, but what about three?"

Ye Wushuang closed his eyes and urged the power of his divine soul with all his might.

Emperor Dingtian, who had just flown out of the Immortal City, had greed in his eyes, staring into the distance.

"Poof!"

Emperor Dingtian, who was flying, spurted out a mouthful of blood again.

This time, Emperor Dingtian, the seven orifices were bleeding, the body lost stability, and fell directly from the sky.

Fortunately, the middle-aged man beside him had quick eyes and hands, and after coming out like lightning, he stabilized Di Dingtian's body.

Emperor Dingtian was extremely embarrassed at the moment, and his face became extremely hideous.

"Third uncle, let's go!"

"If it's slow, that little beast can really break the soul brand I left on the Trapped Immortal Sword!"

"The Trapping Immortal Sword is the ancestor's divine weapon, and there is no room for error!"

"Otherwise, the ancestor will be angry, I'm afraid we will also die!"

"That trapped immortal sword, it was obtained by the ancestor from the edge of the extreme path abyss, it is one of the four fierce swords of the Holy Ancient Era, if the four fierce swords are gathered, it will be able to combine into a peerless sword array to destroy the immortals, Buddhas, gods and demons!"

Emperor Dingtian was bleeding, but at this moment, he didn't dare to waste time at all, so he let the middle-aged man take him and rush there as fast as he could.

In the sky, Ye Wushuang was quietly levitating, holding the Trapping Immortal Sword in his hand.

In Ye Wushuang's Sea of Divine Souls, three golden war spears appeared at this moment, and the three golden war spears rotated, forming an extremely terrifying vortex in the Sea of Divine Souls, which seemed to be able to strangle everything.

It has terrifying destructive power.

"Broken!"

Ye Wushuang, whose eyes were tightly closed, suddenly opened his eyes, only to see that Ye Wushuang's eyes shot out a terrifying divine light, and all the heavens and stars became eclipsed at this moment.

The vortex formed by the three golden war spears directly attacked the divine soul imprint left by the Emperor Dingtian who was trapped in the immortal sword.

"Click!"

There was a crisp sound, and I saw the divine soul imprint on the immortal sword, which was directly shattered.

At this moment, the Trapping Immortal Sword turned into an ownerless thing.

"Buzz!"

"Buzz!"

"Buzz!"

At the moment when the immortal sword's soul imprint was broken, I saw the immortal sword in Ye Wu's hands, trembling wildly.

Instinctively wanting to escape from Ye Wushuang's control, the terrifying sword momentum suddenly exploded.

"Want to go, is it possible?"

Ye Wushuang directly bit his finger, and a drop of essence blood fell directly on the Trapping Immortal Sword.

The handprint was struck, and the essence blood entered the sword body of the Trapping Immortal Sword, forming a soul blood imprint.

At this moment, Ye Wushuang danced lightly a few times, like an index finger of an arm.

"Poof!"

In the sky, Emperor Dingtian, who had just seen Ye Wushuang, directly spurted out a mouthful of blood.

This time, Emperor Dingtian, the seven orifices were bleeding, and he directly lost the connection with the Trapping Immortal Sword, he knew that the Trapping Immortal Sword had been refined by Ye Wushuang.

Emperor Dingtian was so angry that he fainted directly.

The middle-aged man glanced at Emperor Dingtian, and with a wave of his big hand, a force enveloped Emperor Dingtian, causing Emperor Dingtian's body to fall to the ground.

And his eyes were full of coldness.

A terrifying aura erupted, like a bolt of lightning piercing the sky, appearing in front of Ye Wushuang.

Sen Han, bloodthirsty and greedy eyes fell on Ye Wushuang's body.

"Ye Wushuang, you were able to break my nephew's divine soul brand left on the Trapped Immortal Sword, you really surprised me!"

"Moreover, you can actually survive under the soul-slashing sword qi of my Emperor Ancestor, what treasure did Emperor Cang leave you, let you save a life, and hand it over now!"

"Otherwise, I want you to live rather than die!"

The middle-aged man's voice was mixed with a breathtaking killing intent, which made people shudder.

In those eyes, the light of Senhan's eyes shot out was like a cold blade.

And at this moment, on his body, a monstrous aura erupted, causing the void around Ye Wushuang to become distorted, and the scene was distorted.

"That's right, I actually cultivated to the realm of the Eight Heavens of the God Emperor!"

For the middle-aged man's terrifying murder, Ye Wushuang didn't seem to feel it.

The corners of his mouth raised, and he commented lightly.

"Finally, hand over the treasure, I will give you death, otherwise life is worse than death!"

The middle-aged man looked at Ye Wushuang coldly, as if he was giving it a gift.

When Ye Wushuang heard these words again, his expression suddenly changed, as if the killing intent in the 10,000-year-old cold cave suddenly exploded.

"Are the people of the Imperial Clan all idiots?"

"I really think that you have the final say in this world, others are afraid of you, I, Ye Wushuang, am not afraid, you are also flesh and blood, and you can still kill!"

Ye Wushuang's voice contained endless irony, an extremely terrifying killing intent, and it rushed directly into the sky.