Deriving the world in the body, stepping into the realm of Emperor Martial Arts, and the power of the bloodline was born with it, the descendants of the Emperor Zun are the bloodline of the Emperor, and the descendants of the powerful Shenwu are the bloodline of the Shenwu, and so on.

The descendants of the saint have the bloodline of the saint, born as the pride of the sky, the talent is far beyond ordinary people, the combat power is extraordinary, of course, no matter what kind of bloodline, with the passage of time will become more and more thin, during this period there are occasionally a few atavistic people, the bloodline directly after the ancestors, different from ordinary people.

Cold Night is the descendant of the Sun-Shooting Holy Land, and the blood of the former Sun-Shooting Saint flows in his body, once the power of the bloodline is used, the combat power will double, and he will be invincible at the same level, and even fight beyond the level.

Directly using the power of the bloodline, it also shows that Leng Ye attaches great importance and fear to Ye Ling, Ye Ling looked at her, his eyes were slightly condensed, he smiled faintly, and walked out slightly, and a monstrous sword intent surged on his body.

"Why don't you dare?"

In a word, the void cracked, and the two stepped into the sky, separated by thousands of meters, and stood facing each other.

"The saint bloodline is not necessarily weaker than the Spatial Supreme Dao, Ling Ye has just broken through, this battle is bound to be a hard battle. ”

Ling Wu said, looking at the two people facing each other in the sky, their faces were solemn, and the surrounding group of people all looked stunned.

Ling Ye controls the Supreme Dao, and his combat power is terrifying, but Leng Ye's body has the blood of a saint, and his combat power is terrifying, they are all people who were once invincible in the Emperor Martial Realm, and no one can tell who wins or loses in this battle.

"Saint blood. Dongyuan looked at the god-like phantom behind Leng Ye, and then looked at Ye Ling, as if he had thought of something, and a smile appeared on his face.

What about the bloodline of the saint, and what about the Holy Land of Shooting the Sun, can it be compared to the Sword Immortal Palace, the palace master of the Sword Immortal Palace?

Although he had never seen Ye Ling use the power of his bloodline, he knew that Ye Ling's body must have hidden an extremely terrifying bloodline, which was a terrifying bloodline that surpassed the bloodline of a saint.

"Midnight, defeat me, I will send you a creation to help you become holy for ten thousand years. ”

Leng Ye said, the phantom behind him condensed a little, and there were flames raging around her, looking at Ye Ling, his expression was complicated, as if he wanted Ye Ling to defeat her, and he was afraid that Ye Ling would defeat her.

"Fight!"

Ye Ling held the sword, a sword intent filled the heavens and the earth, a touch of darkness surged in his pupils, and the void trembled.

"Whew!"

A sword, across the void, divided a piece of heaven and earth into two, slashing towards the cold night.

Looking at this scene in the cold night, the void stretched out, and the endless flames condensed, turning into a bow, and the bow was engraved with a three-legged golden crow, as if there was a spirit, and it made a cry that shook the heavens and the earth.

"Bang!"

The bow made a blade, facing Ye Ling's sword, the sword was scattered in the void, the cold night retreated slightly, looking at Ye Ling, her expression became more and more solemn, and when she stretched out her hand again, the flames gathered in her hand and turned into an arrow.

"Ling Ye, do you know the origin of the Sun Shooting Holy Land?" Leng Ye looked at the bow and arrow in his hand, looked at Ye Ling, and said, Ye Ling's expression was slightly condensed, and the surrounding space rippled.

"In ancient times, there was a flame beast from the alien starry sky, turned into the sun, destroyed the boundless starry sky, devoured endless living beings, called the golden crow, there was a human race into the sacred, take the bone into a bow, with blood into arrows, shot it outside the billions of starry sky, he is the ancestor of the sun-shooting holy land. ”

Leng Ye said, looking at the bow in her hand, there was a touch of pride in her eyes, her body was flowing with the blood of that person, who once shot an alien beast with an arrow and saved the endless human race.

"If you can't stop this arrow, you will die, and if you can't stop it, I will lose. ”

She said, holding the bow and looking at Ye Ling, her face was calm, but the words she said made Ye Ling look stunned.

One arrow will win or lose, life and death, she has poured everything she has into this arrow, perhaps for her own self-confidence, or for the confidence in the blood flowing in her body.

Looking at her, Ye Ling was silent for a moment, took a deep breath, the breath on his body changed sharply, and there was a suffocating silence around him.

"This sword came from my father. Ye Ling said, his eyes were calm, and his faint words made Leng Ye's expression condense, and Dongyuan above the earth shrank his gaze.

Father, just made the other people's expressions slightly condensed, and then it was gone, but in Dongyuan's heart, it set off a monstrous wave, and only he here understood the meaning of this father in Ye Ling's mouth.

If Ye Ling was really the son of the Palace Master of the Sword Immortal Palace, what about Ye Ling's father, what kind of existence would it be?

"Father. ”

Leng Ye looked at Ye Ling, frowned slightly, bent the bow and arrows, and the phantom behind her also followed her to bend the bow and arrows, the flames burned the heavens and the earth, and there seemed to be a bird's cry in the dark, which made people's hearts tremble.

Ye Ling looked at her, and his eyes seemed to be precipitated with a galaxy, a deep silence.

"Whew!"

The arrow left the string, the world was silent, the arrow pierced through the void, turned into a golden crow, waved its wings, the void burned out, and fell towards Ye Ling, Ye Ling raised his head, and a sword slashed out.

The light and fluttering sword is like a gust of wind, and like a crashing thunder, fast and slow to the extreme, facing the golden crow.

"Boom-"

The sky dome collapsed, and the void cracks ran through the heavens and the earth, and the entire world was torn to pieces, and countless people in the fortress looked up and looked at the scene in the sky, all of them were shocked.

Long

The golden crow was extinguished, the sword dissipated, the sky was clear again, and looking at the scene in the sky, everyone's expressions changed.

Leng Ye stood in a void of flames, holding a bow, the bow was burning with flames, and a golden crow was painted on it, hissing to the sky, and a sword stopped at the center of Leng Ye's eyebrows.

"You lost. ”

The faint words lingered in the world, making countless people look shocked, cold night, and lost.

Once the invincible fortress Emperor Martial Realm for hundreds of years, the people who overwhelmed the younger generation of the fortress, she lost, even if she used the blood of the saint and used the holy technique of shooting the sun, she still lost.

A sword wiped out the golden crow, divided the world into two, and tore apart the self-confidence of countless people.

However, more than seventy years ago, the first time they saw Ye Ling was still the seventh level of the Emperor Martial Realm, at that time he was invincible in the Emperor Martial Realm, and more than seventy years later, he had already broken through the Emperor Martial Realm.

In the cold night, the person with the blood of the saint in his body, with the holy art of shooting the sun, the first day of the fortress was defeated, the covenant of a hundred years, but now it is not a hundred years, countless people looked at the people in the sky, and their expressions trembled.

What is a genius, compared to him, what are they, ten thousand years to become holy, maybe not an empty word, after ten thousand years, even if he can't become a saint, he must be one of the most terrifying people in the human starry sky.

In the sky, looking at the sluggish cold night, Ye Ling put away his sword and a smile appeared on his face.

(End of chapter)