however

After only a few breaths, Yang Jian's body suddenly trembled, and then slowly climbed up under Yun Zhongtian's ugly expression.

The messy hair and blood on the face looked so embarrassed and embarrassed under the trembling body.

"Hmph! I still underestimate you, I didn't expect you to be able to stand up!"

Although Yun Zhongtian's expression was disdainful, he was extremely cautious in his heart, although Linghai Tide was not his strongest sword move, but on the basis of not being able to kill his opponent, he couldn't use a more powerful move!

The sword cultivators at the level of the sword god are different from those monks who specialize in cultivating magic powers and various attack methods, their main attack is the sword, the sword is not out, and if it comes out, it will go all out, this spiritual sea tide almost killed the other party, so no matter how strong the move is, it is not easy to control!

After all, he could see it very clearly, although Yang Jian relied on perseverance to stand up at the moment, but the internal organs, muscles, bones, blood and skin in his body had already suffered significant damage, if he was an ordinary body forging monk, I am afraid that he would have died a long time ago, but Yang Jian's body seemed to have a strong will to support everything, so that his body did not completely collapse.

"Huh...... Oh, you are very strong! Sure enough, what the master said is really good, don't underestimate the people of the world!"

Yang Jian's body swayed, and the blood at the corner of his mouth kept flowing outward.

"Yang Daoyou, my Ten Thousand Souls Sword Sect has no intention of being an enemy of you, everything is forced by you, even if you are ...... at that time"

Before Yun Zhongtian's words were finished, a group of people in the distance galloped over, none other than the elders of the Ten Thousand Souls Sword Sect and the monks of the various peaks.

"Well, why are you back?" Yun Zhongtian's face sank.

One of the leading elders clenched his fists with an ugly face and said: "Sect Master, the cultivation of Sword Thirteen Burning Yuan Shen is too strong, after we surrounded him, he was still killed and disappeared, and at present, Elder Mu Ling is searching everywhere with some disciples!"

"Bastard!" Yun Zhongtian couldn't help but scold: "Each of you is a monk of the Yuan God Realm, and there are so many disciples who can arrange the sword array, in this case, you all let the sword thirteen escape?"

All the elders and disciples bowed their heads in shame, unable to speak of their suffering!

Everyone knew what it meant for a monk to burn the primordial god, so in the siege just now, although they had the upper hand, everyone didn't want to be pulled on their backs, so instead they gave Jian Thirteen a chance to find a flaw and escape.

"You ...... You ......" the eyes of the weather in the clouds were bloodshot.

"Hahahaha......"

At this time, Yang Jian, who heard these words on the side, couldn't help but laugh wildly, looking at the disciples of the Ten Thousand Souls Sword Sect who were glaring at him, he sneered: "They still call themselves sword path cultivators one by one, I think it's better to change their names to greedy monks who are afraid of life and death!?"

"Bastard!

"You stinky boy, you dare to insult our Ten Thousand Souls Sword Sect!"

"Sect Master, I want to duel with this thief who doesn't know the height of the sky!"

......

Seeing that all the monks of the Ten Thousand Souls Sword Sect were indignant and wanted to rush over to kill Yang Jian, a "thief" who spoke wildly, the ridicule in Yang Jian's eyes was even stronger, and he mocked: "Come on, come on, although your little master and I are seriously injured now, but killing your little sword cultivator is not enough to capture!"

"I can't stand it anymore, give me death!"

Finally, a disciple couldn't stand Yang Jian's sneer, and regardless of whether Yun Zhongtian nodded or not, he rushed up with a sword and slashed at Yang Jian, but he looked at the sword shadow and the sword light was pervasive, and it was also imposing for a while.

Seeing this, Yun Zhongtian raised his hand slightly and chose to put it down, deciding to let Yang Jian, a bastard boy, suffer a little.

He could see that the cultivation of this disciple who was stimulated was the same as Yang Jian's Jindan realm, and with Yang Jian's physical entity, he estimated that even if Yang Jian was seriously injured now, he would not be killed in seconds!

"Humph!"

Yang Jian sneered in his heart, took a deep breath, and suddenly opened his mouth at the speeding monk, and a white light shot out in an instant, and he himself seemed to have been hit hard, and another mouthful of blood spurted out.

The monk didn't expect Yang Jian to spit out sword light, and he was so shocked that he didn't have time to react, he watched the white sword light sweep over his body, and then he didn't know anything.

"Haha, Sect Master Yun, how do you feel when you see your disciple die under your own sword light?"

Yang Jian looked at the monk who was cut in two in the air, and a cold smile appeared on his face.

The sword qi just now was left over from Yun Zhongtian's blow before, and he didn't move just now because he was using the little True Yuan left in his body to suppress this sword qi, and even in order to completely solve it, he didn't hesitate to provoke the Ten Thousand Souls Sword Sect just now.

"Ahh

"Damn, let's get on and kill this kid!"

"Brute, you dare to kill my junior brother, I, Lin Feng, are incompatible with you!"

......

"Enough!"

Seeing that all the disciples in the sect were about to rush forward, Yun Zhongtian raised Zhenyuan with a dark face and shouted, everyone was shocked, and then glared at Yang Jian angrily, the hatred in his eyes was eager to eat his flesh and pull out his skin!

"Yang Erlang, right? I, Yun Zhongtian, have endured you again and again, but you don't know how to kill my disciples, but today I can't let you go no matter what!" Yun Zhongtian walked towards Yang Jian step by step, and a fierce murderous aura gradually appeared in his eyes.

Yang Jian grinned, and infinite battle intent surged in his heart: "Come on, Sect Master Yun, the right and wrong are already very clear, don't bring yourself such a high hat, and don't think that I am seriously injured and the victory is in my hands, hum!

As soon as the words fell, the disciples of the Ten Thousand Souls Sword Sect who seemed to be looking at the dead on the side were suddenly mad by Yang Jian:

"Extremely arrogant, unashamed stupid thing, who are you worthy of saying that you are going to die with the deer of the sect?"

"Sect Master, please let me wait for a move, this kid is not worthy of your old man to do it himself!"

"Hmph! I think I've been practicing for at least fifty or sixty years, and it's the first time I've seen such a brazen person!

......

Yun Zhongtian ignored the call of the disciples behind him, and still walked forward, until he reached Yang Jian's less than two feet, and then said lightly: "Yang Erlang, I won't bully you, you can make a move, let you make three moves!"

"Hehe, a good one doesn't bully me! A good one makes me three moves! You Yun Zhongtian is too arrogant!" Yang Jian's mouth was stiff, but his heart was extremely dignified, he knew that with his current situation, there was only one way to create a miracle.

"Damn! The master said that this method of forcibly refining the body has some side effects, but now there is no other choice!" As soon as he thought of this, Yang Jian no longer hesitated, and instantly took out a gourd from the Qiankun Ring.