Blood drips from the broken arm.

Due to the remaining strength of the sword, the pain caused Xue Lintian's face to distort.

The sword strike just now was so fast and powerful that even he had no time to dodge!

Since coming to the Holy Sect, this was the first time Xue Lintian took action.

But as soon as he took action, someone cut off his arm!

And now, Xu Ze asked him if he was ready to die?

Go to hell? He? The Holy King is in heaven?

Simply arrogant!

What he couldn't bear even more was Xu Ze's sight.

Xu Ze just stood in the sky, the sword-wielding figure with indifferent black eyes, looking at him as if he was watching...

After checking Xu Ze's cultivation level, Xue Lintian narrowed his eyes slightly.

All the disciples shouted lowly!

An ant!

Zhang Jia smiled slightly.

Wang Gu Yijian!

When the sword comes out, there will be a river of blood!

We cried with joy at the moment when Patriarch Dao became a Little Saint.

Ancestor Wenwen took the lead and shouted.

"You are here, the Holy Sect is here!"

In front of the Holy King, the Great Sage and the Little Sage can no longer be called "saints".

"Is that the Holy King? His suppressive power is indeed ordinary." Shi Yi sighed.

Under the sword path, there is no straight figure dressed in white, walking down the path. Even though there is a dangerous obstacle ahead, they still stop and walk farther and farther!

Of course, there are certainties.

"Oh——"

Vaguely, all the sword cultivators saw a trail.

Because he was practicing swordsmanship, Xue Lintian thought he was practicing swordsmanship.

We were equally excited when we saw Xu Ze and the ancient bell appear.

But the power of the Holy King is time and time again beyond our imagination.

But what about Shi Yi? It takes a hundred years to become a saint!

The reason why a holy king is a 'king' is because he is superior to a small number of saints! The favor he receives from heaven and earth is stronger! The holy power is even more vast!

But!

All the demonic energy gushes out from the coffin and continuously gathers below, making the bright red river of blood less frightening and gloomy.

Therefore, the moment I realized something was wrong, I teleported tens of thousands of miles away!

Shi Yi nodded and took a deep breath.

Even so, some people are still shrinking.

This heavenly favor and divine power, which had long been integrated with me, suddenly fell into silence, as if it had never existed at all!

The disciples of the Holy Sect are excited again.

You need to know!

Because the power of the Holy King will suppress all the saints above! Let the former feel the care of any heavenly being in a short period of time!

"Really?" Shi Yi raised her eyebrows.

But with my Holy Lord cultivation, I can detect a kind of 'Tao intention' emerging under Zhang Jia's body.

Shi Yi looked at Xu Ze.

Boom!!

"..."

I think back then, when Xue Lintian was guided by the Blood Emperor and was able to inherit the emperor's law, it took hundreds of years to break through from a minor sage to a great sage!

"Oh——"

The ancestor was so excited that he burst into tears, bowed deeply with everyone, and whispered sincerely: "Wait a minute, welcome the saint back to the sect!"

The rich ancient meaning came out of Shi Yi's body and gathered under the sword in my hand.

But the one who asked the ancestor dared to take action without authorization, while the one who thought he was an enemy, Xu Ze, poured a basin of hot water on us.

Suddenly! The sword trembles again!

That leaves us without a deeper understanding of the 'power of the Holy King', and the despair suppressed by cold-bloodedness resurfaces.

Xu Ze's breakthrough speed shocked him!

"Destroy!"

The words have fallen!

He thought.

Affected by the demonic energy, the blood river surged instantly.

The river of blood is like boiling, with blood bubbling constantly. The bones inside are like thousands of innocent souls, and pitiful screams are constantly coming out.

The swordsmanship vibrated, and thousands of swords roared together!

Only those who have no kendo attainments and take a step back to improve themselves and integrate kendo with their own sword will can master the "kendo will" and practice kendo!

"Worry, without you." I said.

Patriarch Dao Dao and others have already used practical actions to offset the grievances that followed.

"Well, he is here, you are here, and Shengzong is here." Zhang Jia replied.

Buzz.

Hundreds of feet of blood waves rose from it, and the blood river covered the sky and rose vertically, just like the bloody Milky Way, coming from below, trying to swallow Shi Yi!

Still not his enemy!

These words are ear-splitting.

"Sword Dao intention? Dao realm?!" Xue Lintian's expression changed in shock!

The grudge is gone, but the favor must be repaid.

But Shi Yi's return has rekindled our cold-bloodedness!

"Xu Ze!!"

Too excited.

But Shi Yi could actually use the cultivation level of a minor sage to understand the meaning of the sword and enter the realm of practice?!

As far as Xue Lintian knows, it took more than two hundred years for this male sword emperor to reach such a state!

Wow!

"The Great Sage of Swordsmanship?"

Its trembling sound can be heard in all four states, like a bell ringing in the hearts of all swordsmen.

The blood river reappears above, and bones can be seen hidden inside.

See things, hear things.

Instead of relying on that 'Taoist will', Shi Yi broke through the shackles of the 'power of the holy king' in an instant and once again awakened his own divine care!

Only a sword master without perfect swordsmanship can touch the swordsmanship.

Just like the warm evening sprinkled on it, it brings us hope!

When Xue Lintian was shocked, Zhang Jia had already slashed out a sword.

"In this life, you are willing to kill the enemies of the Holy Sect with one sword and protect the Holy Sect for thousands of years!"

"When the saint returns, the saint sect will be destroyed forever!"

You know why.

Seeing this, Zhang Jia wanted to wield the holy power under his sword, but soon he noticed something strange.

Originally, the disciples of the Holy Sect planned to use their own cold blood and lives to break the white darkness that shrouded the Holy Sect.

The power of the sword is perfect, and the ancient meaning is permeated!
To be continued...