Soul Devouring Sword Master

The Liangjie River flows slowly, and fishes occasionally roll up, splashing water, quiet and peaceful.

However, the next moment, a roar suddenly sounded.

"Impossible, how could this happen!"

Sima Changkong roared, his face extremely gloomy.

Although more than 60% of the disciples of the Holy Gate came out alive, less than one-third of the three-star Holy Envoys came back, which is definitely a huge loss.

"Damn it, what's going on? How come only a few of my three-star magic envoys from the Demon Valley came back!"

Xu Feng roared, because of anger, the demonic energy on his body could not help but riot, causing the people around him to retreat.

Seeing this, Yan Dan rolled his eyes and glanced at the disciples of the Ten Thousand Blood Sect behind him. This time, less than half of the disciples of the Ten Thousand Blood Sect came out safely, but fortunately, most of the high-end combat forces came out alive.

On the other hand, the Holy Gate and the Demon Valley were completely opposite. This situation was really strange.

"Qi, report to the elder, I know the situation!"

At this time, a three-star saint envoy from the Saint Gate trembled slightly.

"What do you know, hurry up!"

Sima Changkong immediately looked at the three-star saint envoy and shouted.

The three-star saint envoy swallowed his saliva, took a deep breath, and said, "Elder, I received news not long ago that Xiao Lin and Ning Changsheng got the inheritance of Binghuo Dao Rao!"

"What!"

As soon as these words came out, Sima Changkong's face froze. Not only him, but everyone in the Demon Valley, including Yan Dan and others, were shocked.

"Not only that, after getting the inheritance, their strength increased greatly. All those brothers who competed with them for the inheritance, all died in their hands."

As soon as these words came out, they set off a storm in the scene.

No one thought that those masters of the Saint Gate and the Demon Valley who did not come out actually died at the hands of Lin Xiao and Ning Changsheng, and that the inheritance of Binghuo Dao Rao was actually given up by the two, by the Wanxue Sect.

For a moment, all the eyes in the scene were focused on Lin Xiao and Ning Changsheng.

Lin Xiao and Ning Changsheng looked at each other, shook their heads and smiled.

"Damn it, you are real!"

Sima Changkong stared at the three-star saint envoy. In fact, after seeing the reactions of Lin Xiao and Ning Changsheng, he already knew the answer.

"Yes, it is true. One of my senior brothers sent the message to me before he died!"

The three-star saint envoy trembled. Being stared at by a Yuanhai realm made him feel a lot of pressure.

"Damn it, bastard!"

Boom!

Sima Changkong clenched his fists, and a strong breath rushed up. The terrifying spiritual pressure swept over and enveloped the whole scene. The river water below stopped flowing immediately.

"Kill my Mogu Jiao, Xiao Lin, Ning Changsheng, you will all pay with your lives!"

Mogu, Xu Feng roared, his breath was like a rainbow, staring at Lin Xiao and Ning Changsheng, and the killing intent surged.

Boom!

Immediately afterwards, another breath of Yuanhai Realm burst out, blocking the breath of the two people. It was Yan Dan.

"Humph, what, the old one lost, and the old one has to come out, is this the style of your Saint Gate and Demon Valley?"

Yan Dan said sarcastically.

At this moment, he was in a good mood. He didn't expect that the inheritance of Binghuo Dao Rao was actually obtained by them, and both the Saint Gate and the Demon Valley lost a lot of masters.

This will definitely ease the situation in Binghuo Mountain Ridge and is also good news to boost morale.

"Stop talking nonsense, hand over those two people, otherwise, all of you, the Ten Thousand Blood Sect, will stay!"

Sima Changkong said coldly, the threat was self-evident.

"Yes, if you don't hand over those two guys, you will all be buried with my dead disciples of Demon Valley!"

Xu Feng said coldly, the demonic energy on his body rolled, looking at this posture, as long as Yan Dan said no, he would immediately take action.

"Haha!"

Faced with the aggressive pressure from the Saint Gate and the Demon Valley, Yan Dan suddenly laughed, with a hint of disdain in his laughter, "It seems that you Saint Gate and the Demon Valley really regard my Wanxue Sect as a soft persimmon that can be manipulated at will."

"Open your dog eyes and take a good look, who has more people! If you have the guts, try it!"

Yan Dan said coldly.

Boom! Boom...

As soon as the voice fell, he saw that the Wanxue Sect's side, one breath after another, rushed up, surprisingly, they were all Yuanhai Realm auras, a total of nearly twenty.

On the Saint Gate and the Demon Valley side, the Yuanhai Realm strongmen, added up, only a dozen people, compared to the two, it is obvious that the Wanxue Sect has the upper hand.

After all, these two rivers are still in the territory of the Wanxue Sect. There are still many Wanxue Sect masters coming from cities from all directions, while the Saint Gate and the Demon Valley are relatively much less.

In large-scale battles, it is often the high-end combat power that determines victory or defeat.

Without any hesitation, if the Saint Sect and the Demon Valley really wanted to fight, the Ten Thousand Blood Sect would not be afraid at all, and there was even a chance of winning. At worst, they would fight to the death, and the Saint Sect and the Demon Valley would definitely suffer.

Suddenly, Sima Changkong and Xu Feng's faces froze and looked extremely ugly.

Over the years, they have been constantly encroaching on the territory of the Ten Thousand Blood Sect, and have hardly encountered much resistance. They have won many battles and subconsciously regarded the Ten Thousand Blood Sect as a soft egg that can be manipulated at will. But this time, it is obvious that they have fallen into a big trap, so they are so angry.