Soul Devouring Sword Master

A hundred meters ahead, there were more than a dozen young men wearing bloody robes standing.

The leader was a man with white hair and a pale and cold face, as if there was no blood. His eyes were fixed on the bones around him, revealing a hint of heat.

The other young men in blood robes were holding dark red flags. The flags were engraved with strange skull patterns, exuding a black aura.

These blood-robed young men waved their hands casually, and as the soul-calling flags danced, black aura filled the air, shrouding the resentful spirits near the corpses.

No matter how those resentful spirits struggled, in the end, they could not escape the fate of being included in the soul-calling flag.

"There are hundreds of corpses here. Come to think of it, there must have been a tragic battle a long time ago. If I can subdue all the resentful spirits on these corpses, my Blood Spirit Demonic Skill will definitely be greatly enhanced."

Thinking of this, the corners of the white-haired young man's mouth curved even wider.

And at this moment——

laugh!

There was a sound of tearing air.

Buzz!

Immediately afterwards, there was a crisp sword cry.

Then, the white-haired young man saw a ray of light flash past his eyes, as fast as lightning, flying towards the bones.

call out! call out! call out......

Those young people who were waving soul-calling flags and subduing the resentful spirits only saw a wisp of sword light flashing past their eyes. The next moment, the resentful spirits on the withered bones in front of them had disappeared.

"this--"

The young men in blood robes were stunned. They looked at each other and glanced around, only to see a ray of sword light speeding around the area at an incredible speed.

In a few breaths, hundreds of resentful spirits were sucked away by this sword light.

"Holy shit, what the hell, that's my resentful spirit, it's mine!"

The white-haired young man finally reacted and roared at the top of his lungs, his eyes turning red.

"What are you still doing? Take action quickly!"

The white-haired young man urged hurriedly, waved his hand, and a soul-calling flag appeared, heading towards the remaining resentful spirits.

However, the speed of the sword light is so fast that as long as it touches those resentful spirits, the resentful spirits will be sucked away, and the summoning banner will still need to be subdued for a while.

By the time the white-haired young man and others had just subdued one of the resentful spirits, the remaining ones had already been eaten by the spirit-swallowing sword.

At this moment, the Spirit-Swallowing Sword was quietly suspended in mid-air, its body glowing brightly. Resentful spirits flew out from the sword body, circling around, and then turned into little bits of energy, all of which were submerged into the sword body.

"Damn it, it's all this sword, damn it! Take it off!"

The white-haired young man was furious.

Immediately, several young men in blood robes stepped forward, but just as they were approaching within ten feet of the Spirit-Swallowing Sword.

Buzz!

A loud sword cry resounded out, and a frightening sword light rushed out from the sword body. A powerful momentum swept away, and the space suddenly trembled, shaking like water waves.

"No, get back!"

The expressions of the young men in blood robes changed and they retreated sharply. However, they were still swept away by the sword.

boom! boom! boom!

After several explosions, several young men in blood robes flew out and fell heavily to the ground, coughing up blood with a trace of horror on their faces.

"What a weird sword!"

The white-haired young man narrowed his eyes and carefully looked at the sword in the air. Not only could this sword swallow resentful spirits, but it could also exude such powerful sword power that it was absolutely extraordinary.

After reading this, a flash of fire flashed in the white-haired young man's eyes, "I will settle this sword."

Now, the white-haired young man is about to take action.

At this moment, a figure flew over and appeared above the Spirit-Devouring Sword. With a move of his hand, the Spirit-Devouring Sword was directly held in his hand. Zheng

The person coming is naturally Lin Dan

"My dear, why are you here? Hey," Lin Xiao was looking at it, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he looked at the soul-swallowing sword in his hand, "Is it going to be upgraded?"

"Son, hand over that sword!"

At this time, the white-haired young man suddenly shouted.

"You are... members of the Blood Evil Sect."

Lin Xiao narrowed his eyes slightly, and after scanning, he found that these people were all dressed in blood robes, with pale faces and powerful auras, but with a hint of evil.

Obviously, he is a disciple of the Blood Evil Sect.

Lin Xiao had encountered several Blood Evil Sect disciples before, but they were all suppressed and killed by Liu Jing and his men.

"Son, you are from the Sword Sect, right?" Recognizing Lin Xiao's Taoist uniform, the white-haired young man's face became even more arrogant, "Since you know that we are disciples of the Blood Evil Sect, please hand over the sword quickly. By the way, Also hand over your Najie, I will spare your life!"

Hearing this, Lin Xiao was stunned for a moment, then shook his head.

Is this guy mentally ill? As soon as they met, he asked me to hand over the sword and Najie to him, and he did it so naturally, so arrogant, and so confident?

"It seems that the Sword Sect's status among the six major forces is really not very good."

Lin Xiao sighed slightly.

The disciples of the Thunder Prison Sect that I met before had the same attitude. It seems that although the Sword Sect, the Thunder Prison Sect, and the Blood Evil Sect are all called the three sects, the Sword Sect is the weakest.

Otherwise, how could the disciples of the Thunder Prison Sect and the Blood Demon Sect dare to openly rob? Thinking about it, there must be many Sword Sect disciples who have encountered similar things.

It's a pity that they met Lin Dan