Chapter 422: Tenth Disciple

"I'm sorry, you don't have the qualifications to know my master's name!" Madness Sword glanced at the other party indifferently and said unceremoniously.

As soon as these words came out, they directly caused everyone to sigh.

It is said that the first swordsman is crazy, but he didn't expect to be so crazy!

In the field, only Ye Qingyun dared to look at the mad sword, and a touch of pride appeared on his face.

He could see that the cultivation of the mad sword had now reached the realm of imperial power. With such cultivation at such an age, it can be seen how much effort the other party has put in in the past few years.

He looked at the tenth disciple silently, without making a sound, and looked at it with a completely appreciative gaze.

"So arrogant!" Blood Venerable's face changed, he thought that he could kill the Quartet and win, but he didn't expect such a perverted character as Crazy Sword to appear.

Shout!

Hearing this, Mad Sword swung his silver longsword again.

Suddenly, a blood-colored light flashed.

Click.

Blood Venerable screamed, and his left arm lost its center of gravity and fell to the ground with a thud.

His hands had been cut off by the berserk.

"Why is that?" Blood Venerable's entire body trembled, completely frightened, the cultivation of the young man in front of him was profound, and he didn't have the slightest idea of wanting to fight.

In the beginning, he was strong, and now, he is down, like a lost dog.

The gap between this is like heaven and earth.

"No reason, it's just fun!" the mad sword stood with his hands in his hands, and smiled.

When Xuezun heard this, he was so angry that he was about to vomit blood.

Just because it's fun, the other person wants his own arm?

Madsword stepped up and looked at the coffin in front of him.

The body in the coffin was already decomposing, and blood was dripping from the blood-colored hole.

"One of the three protectors of the master has fallen, and I have finally found you. The mad sword walked up, muttered, and then waved his right hand: "I'll help you reunite a **!"

But the next moment, his face changed slightly, his long hair fluttered, he looked around, and shouted, "Who! who took the soul of this corpse?"

"Show me or die!"

He knew that this corpse's name was Luo, and he was the first guard of the master, and all along, he had tried to find this corpse, but he was unsuccessful.

This time, he came prepared, and he had been in ambush for a long time, just waiting for the appearance of the Blood Venerable.

How could he not be angry when he learned that the soul of the fallen had been taken away?

"Me. At this moment, Ye Qingyun walked out of the crowd without fear.

"Brother Ye!" In the rear, Gu Gu saw this scene, and he swallowed his saliva and wanted to persuade the other party, but the latter had already walked out.

"Huh?" Crazy Sword was slightly stunned when he saw the strange young man in white.

What a lot of courage.

Generally speaking, the warriors here would not dare to look directly at him when they saw him, let alone speak so humbly and arrogantly.

Therefore, he became extremely curious about Ye Qingyun, and looked the latter up and down with a pair of eyes, wanting to see through the latter, but was surprised to find that he couldn't see through it no matter how he looked at it.

Especially the eyes of the latter.

It's so calm.

There was not the slightest fear, nor the slightest fear, as if he was not the First Swordsman Crazy Sword, but an ordinary person.

It's a weird feeling.

Crazy Sword saw Ye Qingyun when he was very young, and now that Ye Qingyun's appearance has changed greatly, it is normal for him not to recognize the latter.

"Who are you?" asked Mad Sword.

"Ye Qingyun. Ye Qingyun said instinctively.

"Huh?" Hearing this, the body of the mad sword (body shēn) trembled suddenly, and his eyes were even more on Ye Qingyun (body shēn), constantly looking, as if he wanted to see the latter clearly, but after thinking about it, his master had fallen for a hundred years.

How could the young man in front of him be his own master?

The thought of this made him feel a little funny.

However, when he heard this name, he immediately had a good impression of the young man in white.

Because the name and his division are honored.

"Why take his soul?" asked Mad Sword, his tone less cold than before.

"Because ......" Ye Qingyun thought about it carefully, and finally said slowly: "Because I can save him." ”

He didn't tell Mad Sword his true (body shēn) share.

Because he felt that if he said such a thing, the other party would not believe it.

Moreover, this can cause unnecessary trouble.

You know, in this world, there are really a lot of people who want to kill him.

"What do you mean by that?" asked Madsword, frowning.

"There is a formation above his soul, this formation is called the Soul Destroying Array, and even if you get this soul, even if you find a (body shēn) body, it will not be able to merge into it. Ye Qingyun glanced at the mad sword lightly, a glint of satisfaction flashed in the depths of his eyes, and he said slowly: "I can unravel this soul destroying array, and I will help him find a powerful (肉ròu) (身shēn) and help him integrate into it." ”

When ordinary people heard this, they would definitely be extremely disdainful, and mocked Ye Qingyun a few times.

Who do you think you are?

Take the Blood Venerable who now has all his hands broken, he is constantly ridiculing Ye Qingyun now.

"Shut up, old dog. Ye Qingyun snorted coldly, glanced at the other party coldly, and then refocused his gaze on the mad sword (body shēn).

At this moment, the mad sword looked at Ye Qingyun heavily, and said inexplicably: "Do I know you?"

"I don't know. Ye Qingyun shook his head and said lightly.

"Then why do I feel a familiar aura on your?" Madness Sword looked at Ye Qingyun deeply.

"Maybe you have something to think about at night, (day) something to think about. Ye Qingyun looked at the mad sword, and suddenly found that the latter had countless scars on his arms, and he frowned, and his anger rose: "Who made you like this?"

"Huh?" Crazy Sword was stunned for a moment, and instinctively said, "It's not anyone, it's me." ”

"Did you cultivate to make it like this?" Ye Qingyun was stunned.

"Hmm. Mad Sword didn't explain anything, nodded his head, and admitted it.

Ye Qingyun's heart suddenly flowed with a warm current.

He knew why the latter was cultivating so desperately.

It seems that he was wrong.

The latter has not been lazy at all in the past few years, and has been cultivating diligently.

No, this can no longer be said to be diligent, it should be said to be desperate.

"This is a five-pinned pill, taking it can reduce the injuries in your body. Ye Qingyun took out an elixir from the ancient ring.

Suddenly, the aroma permeated the surroundings.

Crazy Sword looked at this pill but was stunned, once upon a time, someone did not hesitate to take out the pill to him, care about him, take care of him.

He has always regarded this man as his elder.

But that man had already been killed.

When he heard the news, he was devastated, and he vowed to kill the killer with his own hands.

Therefore, when Ye Qingyun took out this pill, his entire heart trembled violently.