Shen Ling wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, secretly agitated the dantian, and stabilized the slightly disordered breath in his body at this time.

This battle, if it weren't for the Bone Spirit Law Protector, I'm afraid it wouldn't be so easy to win.

The dignified Shushan Great Sword Sect, the Golden Snake Langjun, who has a certain reputation in the immortal cultivation world, died under his own sword, which was indeed unexpected.

In the distance, at the site of the explosion in the Mencius period, only a spirit sword was left, which made a mournful roar under the evening breeze.

Shen Ling landed next to the Golden Snake Sword and picked it up.

"In the end, he is the master of Mingjin Peak in Shushan, let Shushan decide this matter."

Thinking so, Shen Ling summoned a flying crane-shaped mechanism, hid the golden snake sword on his back, and recited the mantra, and the flying crane flapped its wings a few times and flew towards Shu Mountain.

Feihe is from the hand of the Thousand Machines Palace of the Heavenly Illusion Sect, and the speed is extremely fast, I believe that it will be able to reach Shushan in less than three days, and at that time, I believe that the bigwigs, including Shui Mohan, will definitely learn the truth through it.

After Shen Ling did all this, he could finally breathe a sigh of relief, but the spirit sword in his hand trembled slightly, it seemed to be something abnormal?

Looking down, on top of the Seven Dead Sword Body, the blood of the Golden Snake Lang Jun gradually seeped in, like a dry land absorbing nectar.

"Buzz..."

After a burst of excited chirps, the former God-Killing Sword finally had some changes, and after being nourished by the essence blood of the Great Sword Sect, the grade actually jumped!

From the human level that does not enter the stream, it has been directly promoted to the second grade of the ground level, and at the hilt of the sword, there is a little blue light and a little weak white light.

Not only that, but Shen Ling could also detect a murderous aura that he had never seen before from the Seven Deaths Sword.

This murderous aura is extremely special, and it seems to have a miraculous effect on the Terran immortal cultivators.

As we all know, in the Xuanzhen Continent, there are seven major races in the four seas and eight wildernesses, up to the Nine Heavenly God Realm and down to the Nine Secluded Realms.

They are: gods, immortals, demons, Buddhas, humans, demons, and ghosts (spirits).

Of course, in addition to these seven categories, there are other races, but most of them are derived from the seven races.

Terran immortal cultivators, although they belong to the ranks of immortals, do not yet have the power to manipulate the rules of the Dao, and can only be between humans and immortals.

However, for the Seven Death Sword, this is no difference.

Because its name has explained everything, in order to enter the Tao, the seven spirits can urge it!

When getting rid of the Mencius period, the Seven Dead Sword tasted the blood of the strong man that had not been seen for a long time, and then underwent a transformation.

At this point, it has regained some of the power of instant killing, combined with Shen Ling's heart and sword path, it is simply like a tiger with wings!

"It is worthy of being the best congenital, with you as a companion, why are you afraid of the immortals, Buddhas, ghosts and gods?"

Shen Ling's heart rose with great pride, and under the full sword intent, a ruthless heavenly sword stabbed out at will!

The Seven Deaths Sword was shining with blue light, full of murderous aura, and under the condensation of sword intent, it ran through the entire dense forest!

"Kaka..."

At this moment, his spiritual sense moved slightly, and the sword seemed to have stabbed something?

When I looked closer, the "thing" had lost its smell and had disappeared without a trace.

"Someone must be hiding in the shadows, and I happened to be stabbed by a sword, this person... It can't be a little junior brother, right? ”

Shen Ling chuckled, if it was Ye Bufan's kid, it was really possible to escape from under the noses of others.

His wishful thinking with Uncle Qin failed, what will happen to the next move?

In the Heavenly Illusion Sect, these two may be the ones who want their death the most, and when they return to the sect, they must find an opportunity to tear their masks in front of everyone.

Shen Ling thought so, no longer hesitated, took the spirit sword and stepped lightly, and flew north rapidly, leaving only an afterimage...

......

......

"Uh... Belch... Damn, damn it..."

Deep in the forest, a handsome young man leaned under a tree, clutching the wound on his shoulder and moaning in a deep voice.

There was extreme horror in his eyes, as if he had just seen something terrifying.

There is no need to guess, this young man is the chosen son, Ye Bufan, who has the first luck!

Originally, Ye Bufan hid in the ban according to the instructions of Uncle Cheap, secretly observed the death match between the two, and planned to appear before the senior brother died, ready to enjoy the pleasure of trampling the enemy of fate under his feet...

Who knows, the strength of the senior brother is so against the sky, it is by no means as simple as the amazing attainment of the sword, whether it is physical or spiritual power, it is better than the Great Sword Sect, it is simply suffocating!

Especially the decisive sword that pierced Mencius's chest at the end shattered his delusions, and he was invisibly trampled on the soles of his feet by the senior brother.

He didn't understand, how did the senior brother do it?

It is absolutely impossible to kill a Great Sword Sect with the cultivation of the foundation building period, according to common sense!

But this unreasonable fact was really reflected in Ye Bufan's eyes, which had to make him re-examine himself, resulting in self-denial...

"The Chosen One, am I really the Chosen One?"

Ye Bufan said silently, and at the same time, there was a stinging pain in his shoulder, this was the flesh and skin wound brought to him by the senior brother, but the stinging pain caused by the wound in his heart was even stronger, and he couldn't accept it.

Suddenly, a picture appeared in front of his eyes.

"Hey, little beggar, haven't you eaten in a few days?"

“……”

"Tsk, look at your pitiful appearance, let's go with the young master, make sure you are well fed, clothed, and have no worries about food and clothing."

"You... Are you telling the truth? ”

"How can what Young Master Ben said be false? But you have to do something for me. ”

"What's the matter?"

"Did you see that pretty woman? Young master, I offended him, and I can't think of a way to please him, how about you follow me and kneel in front of him and learn a few dog barks? ”

“… I can't do it, I'm a human, not a dog..."

"Cut, you little beggar, a bastard without a mother, think you are more noble than a dog? I ask you one last time, to do it or not to do it? ”

"I don't."

"I'm slot, give you a face?"

Ye Bufan still clearly remembered that the man's fist was very hard, it hurt very much in his face, and the blood spit out of his mouth was very red and red.

However, he also vividly remembered how wonderful it was to the touch of cutting off a human head for the first time.

From that time on, he secretly swore that he would never be scolded as a beggar again.

Don't be trampled on the soles of your feet!

At this time, the blood flowing from his shoulder was like the smell of the man's severed head, and he couldn't help but want to vomit.

"Made, Made, damn it! Damn it..."

Ye Bufan's eyes were red, and he let out the roar of an injured wolf from his throat.

Gradually, his head drooped, and his long, disorganized hair obscured his face, and he didn't know what his expression was.

But what is certain is that he is licking his wounds like a wolf.

"Hey, hey... Senior brother, you are very good, you have forced me to such a point? ”

Ye Bufan shrugged his shoulders and smiled coldly.

At the same time, the wound slowly began to heal under the healing of the artifact.

He slowly pulled out a strange black stone from his bosom, and in the black stone, a small sword seemed to be waiting for something.

"Although the demon military master said it well, he forgot, I am the chosen one. Today, I send someone to the fence, and he will definitely repay the pain you have brought me ten thousand times over! ”

With that, the black stone was easily crushed, and an indescribable source power quietly emerged, and after going around in a circle, it rushed towards his dantian...