Bai Kun saw that Jing Yi and the others had no intention of interfering, and a trace of fierceness flashed in his eyes. He had told Bai Junhao to capture Xuan Ling'er before, so as to threaten Ling Yu and force him to comply. Now that the matter has been revealed, although he feels that his face is gloomy, he does not feel the slightest guilt. Xuan Ling'er is dead, and Ling Yu will definitely fight with him. Since the elders of the Shenwu Academy did not want to interfere, then they could take this opportunity to kill Ling Yu. After that, even if they investigated it, they could be called eager to avenge their son, and they killed Ling Yu by mistake under impulse. In just a few months, this kid has broken through from the Kuidou Realm to the Out of Body Realm, and if this talent grows up, he will definitely become the great enemy of the Bai family. Bai Kun was now even more vigilant against Ling Yu than the Yi family and the royal family, so he wanted to take the opportunity to kill Ling Yu by messing up.

"The sons and daughters of the Bai family listened to the order, Ling Yu did a lot of evil, relying on his own cultivation to become a young master who seriously injured you. Today, I am not a cultivator, but an old father who seeks justice for his beloved son, you follow me to take down this murderer!" Bai Kun shouted at his subordinates.

"Order!" The Bai family slave received Bai Kun's order, shouted, and rushed forward at the same time, surrounding Ling Yu. They are the most elite force of the Bai family, and they are obedient to Bai Kun and extremely loyal. Hearing Bai Kun's words, they drew their weapons and rushed towards Ling Yu.

"Hey, your Bai family is really shameless, first your precious son kidnapped Ling'er and blackmailed Xiaoyu, and now you, Lao Tzu, are going to oppress people with power. Hmph, looking at the whole of China, maybe only your Bai family can be so shameless!" Xiao Hei teased.

Seeing that everyone in the Bai family surrounded Ling Yu, Wu Dao, Shi Chen and others also drew their weapons one after another, wanting to advance and retreat together with Ling Yu. However, as soon as they came to Ling Yu's side, they were blocked by Ling Yu.

"They came against me and left me to figure it out on my own. Ling Yu didn't look back, he directly stretched out his palm back, blocked in front of the two, and said coldly. Although he didn't mean to speak coldly, at this time, he who was deeply planted by the demon seed had lost the ability to think again.

Ling Yu's eyes shot out a fierce red light of more than a foot, and he slowly raised his head and looked at the Bai family cultivator who was glaring at him, a grim smile on the corner of his mouth. Although he had lost his consciousness and the ability to distinguish between right and wrong at this time, he had not forgotten to kill and hate. I saw Ling Yu slowly come to Bai Junhao and put the broken sword against Bai Junhao's chest. At this moment, in Ling Yu's mind, only the scene of Ling'er being killed kept emerging, and he knew that the man in front of him was the culprit, and he had to die.

Looking at the demonic red glow in Ling Yu's eyes, Bai Junhao suddenly raised his head and shouted hoarsely to Bai Kun: "Father, save me, save me!" Bai Junhao had already had the heart of death before, because he could no longer withstand Ling Yu's torture, as if death was the best relief. But since Bai Kun appeared, Bai Junhao's death-like state of mind has gradually warmed up. People have a desire to survive, and the closer they get to the brink of death, the stronger this desire to survive becomes. Everyone is greedy for red dust, and if there is a glimmer of life, who wants to die.

Seeing Ling Yu's sword blade on Bai Junhao's heart, Bai Kun was suddenly shocked, Bai Junhao was his only son, pampered since he was a child, Bai Kun doted on him very much, and never let him suffer a trace of grievance. Now that Bai Junhao was almost killed by Ling Chi, the knife wounds seemed to have cut Bai Kun's heart, making him extremely distressed and anxious. There is no parent in the world who does not want his children to be healthy and happy, how can he bear to see his beloved son die tragically in front of him, and the white-haired person sends the black-haired person.

Thinking of this, Bai Kun pointed at Ling Yu with the Ghost Devouring Blood Spirit Sword in his hand, gritted his teeth and said, "Little evil beast, you quickly let go of my child, otherwise, I will definitely break you into ten thousand pieces and let you taste the taste of hell on earth!"

Hearing Bai Kun's pale and feeble threat, a smile appeared on the corner of Ling Yu's mouth, and that smile contained disdain, mockery, and cruelty. Ling Yu stared at Bai Kun's eyes, as if provocative, his arm exerted force, and the broken sword was inserted into Bai Junhao's chest inch by inch, so that everyone could clearly hear the sound of Bai Junhao's sternum breaking. Bai Junhao let out a scalp-numbing scream, telling the cultivators around him not to look away, not daring to look again. The scene was once very bloody, and even the old monster who had practiced for hundreds of years had palpitations.

"Daddy...... Save...... Help me!" Bai Junhao had run out of oil, but he still didn't give up struggling, he looked at Bai Kun who was just a few feet away in despair, his fingers kept trembling, and he said weakly.

"Ahh

"You all have to die!" Ling Yu's voice seemed to come from Jiuyou, cold, resolute, and without a trace of human feelings. Under the red glow in his eyes, a more bewitching blood color rippled out, and he made a fierce force, and the broken sword passed through his body, and Bai Junhao died.

"I'll kill you!" Bai Kun saw that he still didn't stop Ling Yu in the end, the last glimmer of hope in his heart turned to nothing, his eyes flashed with endless hatred and anger, and infinite killing intent permeated out, roaring madly.

Bai Kun's right hand holding the Ghost Devouring Blood Spirit Sword couldn't help but tremble, the pain of losing a child was difficult for anyone to heal, not to mention that Bai Junhao was still killed in front of his eyes. Bai Kun ran the exercises, pouring the internal force into the strange sword, and in an instant, the yin wind roared, and the already gloomy sky became even darker. The sound of ghosts crying and wolf howls sounded, turning this official road into a netherworld. Even everyone faintly saw that countless resentful spirits were falling from the Nine Heavens, surrounding the Ghost Devouring Blood Spirit Sword. It is rumored that this sword came from the Great Hell of the Universe, and now it seems that the rumors are true.

Bai Kun roared and rushed towards Ling Yu, and the countless resentful spirits and evil ghosts all showed their green teeth and fangs, as if they were about to devour Ling Yu. The other cultivators present all retreated, lest they be affected. The Ghost Devouring Blood Spirit Sword is no more sharp than a mortal blade, and even saints have to avoid its edge.

Seeing Bai Kun rushing towards him, Ling Yu tapped his toes on the ground, and the Holy Dragon Ferry swayed out and greeted Bai Kun. The Broken Sword and the Demon Devouring Blood Spirit Sword collided in the air, bursting out into a dazzling curtain of light, and the sound of gold and stone rippled out, shaking the leaves down. When the two swords met, everyone was a little worried in their hearts, the Ghost Devouring Blood Spirit Sword was a thing outside the sky, far more demonic and weird than the local immortal weapons in Huaxia. And the broken sword in Ling Yu's hand was simple in shape, no different from ordinary weapons, and everyone was worried that the broken sword would be cut off because of this, making Ling Yu lose the ability to resist.

The red light and black light flashed, and everyone watched intently, and found that there was no imaginary scene in front of them. The broken sword was still simple and bladeless, and it had not been cut off, but the Ghost Devouring Blood Spirit Sword made a whimpering sound and kept trembling, as if the sword spirit in it was in fear.

Sikong Qingyu and Jing Yi glanced at each other, and there was a puzzled look in their eyes. They knew the Ghost Devouring Blood Spirit Sword extremely well, and knew that this blade was not comparable to an ordinary immortal weapon, but the power of the broken sword was beyond their expectations. Being able to make no rift under the contact with such a demonic sword, but instead forcing the Demon Devouring Blood Spirit Sword back, causing it to have a feeling of fear, I'm afraid this broken sword is not simple. But Jing Yi thought about it for a long time, and he didn't remember that there was such a mysterious weapon in Huaxia.

After the blow, Bai Kun and Ling Yu both withdrew a few steps and were evenly divided. Bai Kun shook his numb arm, roared angrily, and rushed towards Ling Yu again. And Ling Yu was not to be outdone, he also shook off his sword and met him, and the two fought together again.

Bai Kun raised his sword and slashed at Ling Yu's head, and Ling Yu used his broken sword against the Demon Devouring Blood Spirit Sword while kicking Bai Kun's chest. Bai Kun dodged Ling Yu's right foot and reached out with his left hand to hit Ling Yu's chest. At this time, Ling Yu did not dodge or dodge, and struck Bai Kun's temple with his right hand. Bai Kun saw Ling Yu using this life-threatening style of play, and a trace of fierceness flashed in his eyes. He also didn't dodge, and his left fist slammed into Ling Yu's chest. At this time, Ling Yu's right fist also hit Bai Kun's head. Ling Yu took a few steps backwards, and Bai Kun also rolled out to the right side because of the huge force on Ling Yu's fist. At this time, Ling Yu's sternum was broken several times, and Bai Kun also had Venus in his eyes and was unsteady on his feet.

The blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth stimulated Ling Yu's ferocity, and he roared wildly and rushed towards Bai Kun again. Bai Kun saw Ling Yu rushing towards him, and hurriedly raised his sword to stab Ling Yu's lower abdomen. Who knew that Ling Yu actually ignored the red light flashing sword blade and rushed straight towards Bai Kun, allowing the Ghost Devouring Blood Spirit Sword to pierce into his abdomen. Ling Yu pounced in front of Bai Kun and slashed at Bai Kun's head with a broken sword. Seeing Ling Yu's desperate approach, Bai Kun felt a little timid in his heart. But at this time, his sword was held by Ling Yu and could not be drawn, so Bai Kun had no choice but to raise his fist to meet him.

Only a "poof" sound was heard, and Bai Kun's arm was cut off by Ling Yu, and blood flew everywhere. Bai Kun roared in pain, raised his left foot and kicked Ling Yu's chest. Ling Yu was kicked out by Bai Kun for a few feet before he stopped his figure.

"I'm going to kill you!" Bai Kun, who had lost an arm, had bloodshot eyes, and he lifted the Demon Devouring Blood Spirit Sword again, stabbing at Ling Yu's chest like crazy. At this time, Ling Yu still didn't dodge, and when the Ghost Devouring Blood Spirit Sword pierced through his back, Ling Yu hugged Bai Kun tightly and bit his right shoulder. Only a crisp sound of "click" was heard, and Ling Yu actually bit off Bai Kun's other arm. I saw him shake his head violently, Bai Kun's right arm was torn off by Ling Yu, and blood gushed out and floated in the sky.

Without the right hand holding the sword, the Ghost Devouring Blood Spirit Sword was inserted into Ling Yu's chest, and at this time, the battle between the two was nearing the end. Even though Bai Kun's cultivation was profound, at this time, facing Ling Yu, who was already like a mad demon, his cultivation did not gain any advantage for him. Because Ling Yu's state is very special, he ignores the difference in realm. And with Ling Yu's cultivation at this time, even if he competes with Bai Kun, I'm afraid it will be comparable. The monstrous anger caused Ling Yu to fall into a very peculiar realm, even if Bai Kun tried his best, he still couldn't gain the upper hand.

Seeing the tragic scene in the battle circle, many female cultivators couldn't help but feel sick. They didn't expect that what should have been a tit-for-tat battle between the dragon and tiger turned into a naked hand-to-hand fight between the two.

Ling Yu grabbed the Ghost Devouring Blood Spirit Sword and pulled it out inch by inch. He looked at Bai Kun, who was no longer able to stand, and his eyes were sharp. Ling Yu held the broken sword in his hand and slowly walked towards Bai Kun. Everyone didn't expect that today's victor was actually a junior who was a few realms behind Bai Kun's cultivation.

At this moment, the cultivators of the Bai family suddenly burst out with a roar and rushed towards Ling Yu from all directions. They were the most loyal dead soldiers of the Bai family, and even if they knew that they were invincible, they would not let Ling Yu kill Bai Kun.

At this moment, Ling Yu didn't seem to see the bright weapons in everyone's hands, and still walked towards Bai Kun unhurriedly. Seeing this scene, the cultivators of the Bai family looked at each other, as if they wanted to stop them, but they were a little timid, and the dead soldiers were actually shocked by Ling Yu alone.

"Kill him!" At this moment, I don't know which dead man suddenly roared, tearing off the already tense string in everyone's hearts. The dead men struck almost at the same time, and countless blades slashed at Ling Yu's chest and back, and in an instant, Ling Yu's clothes were stained red with blood again, revealing deep wounds that could reach to the bone. But even so, Ling Yu was still unmoved, and still slowly walked towards Bai Kun, who was close to a coma due to excessive blood loss. The dead soldiers looked at Ling Yu's back, a look of fear appeared on their faces, each of them had a lot of blood on their hands, but they had never encountered such a person who was not afraid of life and death.

"You guys, that's enough!ah!" Just as the dead soldiers were retreating, Ling Yu suddenly let out a sharp roar, and the broken sword slammed into Bai Kun's chest. Then, countless spikes suddenly rose from the ground around him. Those spikes are sharp at the top, like a treasure blade. They are about two feet tall and about three feet in diameter at the bottom. These earth-transformed spikes lifted the Bai family's cultivators in the air, and in the blink of an eye, dozens of cultivators were killed in an instant, blood flowed down from above the spikes, slicing through the spikes and seeping into the earth, shocking.