Mu Hanyan smiled bitterly, the Holy Lord's words, maybe others don't quite understand, but she and Ye Qifeng understand, her identity, her bloodline, is the key to the Holy Lord's inheritance.

It turned out that not only Ye Yanfeng knew his secret, but he also knew it for a long time.

"Also, you said wrong before, I did this not to unify the Sacred Continent, let alone for any supreme hegemony, I did this just to keep the continent safe and for the sake of hundreds of millions of people. The Holy Lord raised his head and said with a solemn expression.

"All you need is my blood, let them go. Mu Hanyan looked at Zhuang Ping'an and the others beside him, sighed and said.

If they faced others, they might still be able to rise up to resist, but in the face of the Holy Lord, they didn't even say resist, they even forgot their anger, and only despair remained.

"Young Master Mu......" Zhuang Ping'an and the others were originally depressed, but when they heard Mu Hanyan's words, they suddenly woke up like a dream.

They can't remember clearly, this is the first time Mu Hanyan has stepped forward, and the first time he has spared his life in order to save them, the warm current of Taoism poured into his heart, and tears rolled down.

"You're kind, I didn't misread you, and if I had a choice, I really didn't want to hurt your life. It's a pity that you're not strong enough, but when you're strong enough, I won't be able to refine your bloodline anymore, so you have to die, and so must they. The Holy Lord shook his head and said regretfully.

"What!" the night shuddered.

He thought that the Holy Lord only needed their blood, but it would not hurt their lives, but when he heard the Holy Lord's words, he realized that he was wrong.

"Yan Feng, you are different from them, if you leave here, you will be the only saint, and when I finish this and keep the Holy Court Continent safe for ten thousand years, I will pass on the position of the Holy Lord to you. The Holy Lord said to Ye Qifeng.

His bloodline has nothing to do with Mu Hanyan, so the Holy Lord doesn't have to hurt his life.

Ye Qi Feng looked into the eyes of the Holy Lord, shook his head slowly, slowly, and then fell to his knees and kowtowed three times respectfully.

"What are you doing here?" the Holy Lord frowned.

"Master, this is the last time I call you, Master. Thank you for your kindness to me in nurturing and teaching, and I will never forget it until I die.

If you want my bloodline, if you want my life, I will never resist at all, but for the sake of cold smoke, I can only be your enemy!"

There were still tears on his face, but his expression was so resolute.

His figure is so upright, so unyielding, like a mountain that will never fall!

Looking at Ye Qifeng's tall figure, everyone was deeply shocked, and suddenly found that it seemed that the Holy Lord was not so terrifying, nor was it completely irresistible.

"It's not that easy to want our lives. Yue Fanchen drew his long sword.

"As a swordsman, you have the dignity of a swordsman, even if you die, you must die on the battlefield. Zhuang Ping'an also drew his long sword.

"A good man stands up to the sky, even if he dies, he will die mightily!" Nan Aotian also drew his long sword.

All around, the sound of a dragon chant with a long sword out of its sheath sounded, and seeing the unyielding will of Ye Qifeng, their hearts that were like ashes burned with a strong fighting intent again.

As for the people of Huayue, there were no extra words at all, and as early as when they understood the Holy Lord's intentions, they had already drawn out their long swords at the same time.

And Yutai Changqing and Shao Chengxiong, as well as Wei Xiaotian, and the other saint elites, were lost in their souls, and they did not draw their swords at the Holy Lord, but they also did not mean to stop everyone.

They are loyal to the Holy Lord, and even die for him without the slightest complaint, but it is difficult for them to accept such an outcome, for them, what the Holy Lord has done is undoubtedly a betrayal, but they can't do it if they want to take action against the Holy Lord.

"Is it worth it? As long as you leave now, you can become the Lord of the Holy Court, or even the Lord of the entire Holy Continent, is it worth it?" the Holy Lord asked slowly, looking at Ye Yufeng.

"I don't know if it's worth it or not, I just know that I will never miss it again, lose it again, and I will protect her with my life. Ye Qi said firmly.

All around, everyone was moved. Although the vast majority of them were obsessed with cultivation and had long since lost the love between men and women, they were still moved when they heard Ye Yanfeng's words and saw his gaze.

"I see. The Holy Lord nodded, his expression becoming extremely cold.

"Heavenly Sword, Break God!" Ye Qi let out a clear roar, and the long sword slashed towards the Holy Lord.

"Nine days, the stars fall!" Mu Hanyan would not be restrained, and as soon as Ye Qi Feng made a move, the sword that had been gathering momentum for a long time was also slashed out at the same time.

"Lei Yin, Sword Swing!"

"Sage, Kendo!"

"Celestial Star, Sword Scarre!"

......

All the other descendants of the gods' guardians followed suit, each displaying their strongest sword skills.

The Holy Lord looked at everyone lightly, and only when the sword light reached his body did he gently wave the sleeves of his robe.

Between those sleeves, it seems to encompass the world, and the whole world seems to be shrouded by the wide sleeves of the robe.

When the wind rose, everyone was shocked and retreated, and at the same time, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and the slightly lower cultivator fell directly to the ground, unable to get up for a while.

Ye Qifeng and Mu Hanyan were no exception, the two of them took a few steps back at the same time, their faces were as white as paper, and the corners of their mouths were oozing traces of blood, obviously not lightly injured.

Everyone looked at the Holy Lord in shock, although their strength and divine thoughts were taken away by that formation, but they still had some remaining strength, and the power of the combined blow was still not small, and they could see that Ye Qi Feng was a little different from them, and his strength was not greatly affected by the formation, but even so, everyone joined forces with a sword, but even the Holy Lord couldn't resist a light wave of the sleeves of his robe.

The strength of the Holy Lord is so terrifying!

"Yes, very good, in such a situation, you can still have such a fighting spirit, display such a sword might, if it is easy to change places, you will be able to create more glory for my Holy Court, but unfortunately, you were born at the wrong time. The Holy Lord let out a long sigh and said.

After that, he didn't have the heart to waste time with everyone, so he played the trick again.

In mid-air, the light was magnificent, and everyone's energy and divine thoughts, along with the hidden power in the bloodline, poured out at a faster speed, and even the vitality began to fade quickly.

Obviously, in the face of the Holy Lord's strong strength, even if they have the heart to fight to the death, they have no strength to fight at all.

"All you want is our blood, but I won't give it to you. Sang Qinghe's sword blade reversed, aimed at his heart, and his face was full of determination.