Dozens of people, all of whom were not weak, besieged Ye Ling together, but they were broken by Ye Ling's sword, killing most of them, although they were covered in blood, the breath on their bodies was not weakened, how could such a person be an enemy?

More than a dozen people, covered in blood, fled out of the battle platform, swept into the sky, and disappeared in the blink of an eye, countless people looked at this scene, and then looked at Ye Ling on the battle platform, all with trembling expressions.

Ye Ling, he actually won, and dozens of pyloric guards in the East Hall couldn't even kill him.

The most important thing is that he is just a sixfold cultivation of Daowu, what kind of terrifying combat power is this?

On the battle platform, Ye Ling stood with a sword, dressed in white and stained with blood, with an indifferent face, looking around at everyone around him, countless people trembled, just a glance, everyone felt suffocated in their hearts.

"Ye Ling, from the South Hall, is here to challenge all the people in the three halls, the fighters, and go to the battle platform. ”

The faint voice spread all over the world, and countless people were shocked, staring at Ye Ling in the battle platform, but no one dared to go to the battle platform, and the whole world fell into a short silence.

Long

A chuckle entered the sky, and everyone was startled, looking at the earth, above an attic, there was a person, a young man in black, looking at Ye Ling, with a smile on his face.

"Ye Ling, I have heard of you, a swordsman, defeated countless powerhouses on the Beichuan Star, I followed you all the way to find you, but I didn't expect you to be a person from the South Palace, it's a pity. ”

He said, one step, volley, a whole world is dark, as if his step made the heavens and the earth dark for a moment.

"If you weren't from the South Temple, maybe you could have entered the West Temple and become friends with me, but you were from the South Temple, so we could only be enemies. ”

He said, the killing intent in his eyes was undisguised, not only for Ye Ling, he seemed to have hatred for the entire South Temple, and countless people looked at him, all with a condensed expression.

Suddenly, in a place, a group of people bowed to him with respectful expressions.

"Your Highness Eleven!"

The faint voice made countless people tremble, Your Highness Eleven, this turned out to be His Highness of the West Palace.

Isn't there only ten highnesses in the west hall, when did there be eleven highnesses, a group of people looked at him, and some people fell into deep thought, and for a moment, their expressions were shocked, and they looked at this person.

"He's Ji Qiancheng. ”

In a word, countless people were shocked, and they instantly understood that Ji Qiancheng, the rumored strongest genius in the West Hall last time in the assessment of the pyloric guards, had actually been accepted as a personal disciple by the Lord of the West Palace.

The pyloric guard Dabi, Yi Tian and Wu Qiuyu all appeared, but only Ji Qiancheng was missing, and he didn't expect him to go to find Ye Ling.

In a few steps, he had already entered the battle platform, and there seemed to be a shadow behind him, covering a piece of the sky, looking at Ye Ling, the corners of his mouth were slightly flashing, and a sneer overflowed, and a trace of killing intent was entwined in it.

He is here to fight, and he is also here to kill Ye Ling, for some reason, he hates Nandian and Ye Ling.

"Ye Ling, you have the resources of demons, and I can't compare to you, but why do you want to enter the South Palace, since you have entered the South Palace, I will only kill you. ”

He said, his palm stretched out, with his palm as the center, countless black mist, overflowing from the void, condensing towards his palm, with a dead aura, as if to turn a piece of heaven into a dead domain.

Ye Ling looked at him, his eyes froze, and then he smiled, holding his sword, still with an indifferent face.

"Hehe, I want to know how Nandian can make you have such a big hatred and want to kill me here, could it be that Nandian didn't want you, so you hated you?"

Ye Ling said lightly, with a smile on his face, which made Ji Qiancheng's face instantly cold.

"It seems that I really didn't guess wrong, Ji Qiancheng, you are just a waste that the South Temple doesn't want. ”

Ye Ling said, holding the sword in his hand, and the slightest sword intent overflowed in all directions, tearing a piece of the sky inch by inch.

Ji Qiancheng, who can be accepted as a personal disciple by the master of the West Palace, as the eleventh highness of the West Palace, is naturally not a weak person, Daowu Eightfold, but it is not comparable to ordinary Daowu Eightfold Martial Artists.

Ye Ling's words seemed to have touched some kind of taboo in his heart, so that his face instantly darkened, full of yin owls, his palm was dead silent, and when he stepped out, the void cracked, his palm turned upside down, and a black mist poured out, flooding a piece of heavenly dome, pressing down towards Ye Ling.

"Slash!"

Ye Ling's expression froze, he held his sword, slashed up, cut through a void, and cut through a lot of black mist, but only slashed into a piece of nothingness, and the black mist drowned out, turning into black chains, locking Ye Ling and turning into a black cocoon.

It's over?

Countless people looked at this scene, all of them looked at Ji Qiancheng on the black cocoon.

Ye Ling, a demonic figure who can leapfrog the Dao Martial Arts' peak in the sixfold Dao Martial Arts, died like this?

"Nandian, a palace that has been in decline for 10,000 years, even dares to refuse me, today, killing you is the first debt I want Nandian to take, and in the future, I will kill more people from Nandian. ”

He raised it with one hand, and the black mist condensed into his hand, turning into a sword, a black sword, with a suffocating aura, a sword, straight towards the black cocoon, everyone was shocked.

In an instant, they saw a sword, a sword light, terrifyingly fast, cut out the black cocoon, and met the black sword, but in an instant, the black sword was extinguished, and the sword slashed Ji Qiancheng.

"What!"

On the side of the battle platform, a group of people in the West Hall looked at this scene, all of them looked shocked, and Ji Qiancheng also looked shocked, in the face of this sword, he couldn't afford to resist, so he had to hide.

"Whew!"

The sword, slashing through a piece of heaven, seemed to separate a world, Ji Qiancheng's legs were cut off together, and he was drenched in blood, but he still survived, looking at the cracked black cocoon, his face was shocked.

The black cocoon, a little bit annihilated, inch by inch sword intent cut through the nothingness, a person walked out of the black cocoon step by step, his body was full of scars, covered in blood, but the breath on his body was still not a trace of weakness.

He was still alive, and the black cocoon hurt him, but he didn't kill him, and he slashed out a terrifying sword, almost killing Ji Qiancheng.

"Sure enough, it's a waste, it's right to see that the South Temple doesn't accept you, and you are not qualified to enter the South Temple. ”

Ye Ling said lightly, the sword was placed under his armpit, and he made a posture of hiding the sword, and in an instant, a piece of the void sank, Ji Qiancheng looked shocked, and retreated slightly, Ye Ling smiled.

"You're scared. ”

Ye Ling said, looking at him, his face was calm, the sword was trembling, as if it contained some terrifying power, but before the sword came out, it made a world fall silent, Ji Qiancheng looked shocked, and made a move that no one expected, he fled.

It was just a sword momentum, which directly scared him away, the sword just now had already scared him out, and he didn't dare to bear Ye Ling's sword again, Ye Ling looked at this scene and put away the sword.

(End of chapter)