Chapter 421: The Wild Sword is also!

"Blood Transfer!"

Ye Qingyun couldn't help but lose his voice when he heard the latter's words.

He forgot that this blood transfer ** is an evil formation, as long as someone dies, then it can be triggered, and the more people die, the stronger the formation will be.

Once, the young master of the blood (hall diàn) in the lower god realm used this trick to slaughter all the people in a city, absorbing the bloodline of these people as much as possible, and overnight, the cultivation skyrocketed.

At that time, when Ye Qingyun heard about this, he was furious, and chased and killed the young master of blood (hall diàn) for thousands of miles, and in this way, the lord of blood (hall diàn) and Ye Qingyun became immortal.

This blood transfer ** is a (forbidden jìn) technique, an evil technique.

I don't know who got it, and learned it, and wantonly killed human beings, just to gain a powerful cultivation.

Ye Qingyun looked around, his eyes were slightly condensed, he hadn't found out where the mysterious person was before, but now that his cultivation had risen greatly, he could see the clues at a glance.

He looked at the corpse in front of him, and there was a fierce glint in his eyes.

"Fall, your corpse is already unwanted!"

The body of the fallen (body shēn) was imposed by someone on the Dao Dao Spirit Array, and now it has been added to the blood transfer**, this (肉 ròu) (身shēn) is no longer useful, now, what Ye Qingyun has to do is to dissolve the opponent's soul suppression formation and rescue the opponent's soul.

A sword fell, and the sword qi filled the surroundings, vibrating, like a wild horse on the loose.

Soon, a ray of light (shot shè) came out.

That's the soul.

However, this soul (身shēn) is surrounded by golden chains, like a shackle.

Putting the soul of the fallen into the ancient ring, Ye Qingyun looked at the coffin in front of him again, and said coldly: "I know you're inside, don't hide, come out." ”

When everyone heard this, they all looked at the coffin in front of them with strange expressions.

Could it be that there are people in this coffin?

Soon, a light laugh echoed ((swing dàng) dàng) between heaven and earth.

"Young man, your name is Ye Qingyun, right? I didn't expect that Ye Chong would have such a powerful descendant?" Suddenly, the side of the coffin in front of him slowly opened, and a person rolled out of it, and stood in the void with a snort, his blood-red robe swaying in the wind, and there was a powerful aura invisibly.

"Blood Venerable!" Lone Knife's face changed instantly when he saw this middle-aged man.

Unexpectedly, the Blood Venerable did not die!

That's right, this person is the one who killed Ye Chong, the ancestor of the Ye family, Blood Venerable!

"Lord Blood Venerable!" After Shangguan Qianqiu saw Blood Venerable, the god (Qing qíng) was extremely respectful, and he lowered his head, like a person.

"You are the Blood Venerable?" Ahead, Ye Qingyun looked at the blood-red robed young man, and his voice was cold.

The reason why the Ye family has fallen to such a point today is all thanks to this person!

Moreover, Ye Chong is half of his disciple, of course, when he regains the Wu (情qíng) sword, he vows to avenge Ye Chong.

Today (日rì), this revenge, he has retribution!

Blood Venerable was constantly absorbing the blood-colored mist around him, and as time passed, his cultivation actually came directly to the Nine Layers of the Emperor Extreme Realm, and it was still skyrocketing.

That's the power of blood transfer!

If more people die, then the greater the spiritual power he will gain, and this kind of martial art that can be rewarded without effort can be said to be against the way of heaven.

Blood Venerable stared at Ye Qingyun playfully, and said, "So what?"

"Very good! Today, I have decided on your head!" Ye Qingyun said domineeringly, his long hair was flying, and his white robe was floating in the void, hunting soundly, and his face was confident.

When the people below heard this, they all admired Ye Qingyun.

Who is the Blood Venerable?

A peerless powerhouse a hundred years ago.

Everyone who saw him was terrified.

But Ye Qingyun was not afraid, and threatened to take the other party's head.

It's not crazy anymore.

"You're going to kill me?" Blood Venerable sneered a few times, not believing this at all.

"What about me?"

At this moment, a brilliant light suddenly bloomed in the void, and then, a silver long sword rushed straight down, like a silver dragon descending from the sky, and the coercion rolled down like a huge mountain.

Everyone looked up sharply at this moment.

Above, I saw that a young man stepped on a silver long sword, shaped like a great peng, and rushed down, and the powerful (肉 ròu) (身shēn) tore through the air around him.

He has long silver hair that dances like a silver python.

"First Swordsman, Crazy Sword!" Seeing this scene, Lone Knife couldn't help but lose his voice.

No one expected that at this time, the legendary Excalibur Madness would appear here.

Ye Qingyun looked at the mad sword, the current mad sword is no longer the little boy who looks (love), now he is in his twenties, he is very handsome, his black eyes are like black gems, and his long silver hair is gently floating in the wind.

Even more important is his sword.

It was a silver sword that seemed to pierce the entire sky.

He lightly touched the ground with his right foot, raised his head, looked at the Blood Venerable in front of him, and his voice was full of anger: "Do you know who this dead person is?"

"Who are you?" said the Blood Venerable as he frowned as he looked at the young man in front of him.

"The tenth disciple of the God of War, the mad sword, yes!" The mad swordsman waved the silver long sword slightly, with a silver light, dazzling and extremely bright.

When he said this, a bomb seemed to explode in the crowd.

"Crazy Sword! It turns out that Crazy Sword has a master, and his master is the God of War!"

"God of War, which God of War?"

"Oh my God, the mad sword, this is even more domineering than the rumors, it deserves to be the first swordsman's mad sword. Just this (body shēn) momentum scares me!"

"God of War, I don't care whose disciple you are......" Blood Venerable roared.

However, before he finished speaking, at this moment, the mad sword suddenly raised his long sword and said in a low voice, "Draw the sword and decide!"

Ye Qingyun looked at the other party's move and nodded with satisfaction.

This is the first style of sword drawing that he once taught to the mad sword!

With the attack of the mad sword, a silver light instantly attacked, and with a click, the right hand of the Blood Venerable fell to the ground with a bang, and the blood spurted out like a spring.

"Cut off my right arm if you don't agree with each other?" Blood Venerable really felt the urge to cry, he felt that the other party's combat power was strong, and he was very deep in the way of the sword.

His current strength is not as good as before, and even if he uses Blood Transfer**, he still can't recover to eighty percent of his peak state.

"Because you insulted my master!" Madsword raised his head, his eyes were indifferent, and his voice carried a hint of anger.

"Your Master?" At this moment, Blood Venerable trembled violently.

The other party has such a powerful cultivation and such a powerful sword path, so the other party's master is definitely very powerful.

"Who is your master?"