You have a good chance, I accept it.

Ye Lin just calmly held the hilt of the sword, and his body exuded a mysterious Dao rhyme. These Dao rhymes entangled the Blood Drinking Sword of the Emperor Shang. The next moment, the Blood Drinking Sword of the Emperor Shang was restored to its original state.

"Cut."

Ye Lin fiercely swung the Blood Drinking Sword of the Emperor Shang, tearing...

A terrifying sound of thunder sounded, and the sky was full of thunder carrying the shocking sword intent.

The whole world was filled with extremely violent sword energy.

Feeling the power above their heads, the people lying on the ground dared not move. They had only one thought in their hearts at this moment.

Is this a True Immortal cultivator? You tell me this is a True Immortal cultivator?

Involuntarily, everyone focused their eyes on the old man lying in the distance.

Undoubtedly, the old man was a True Immortal cultivator at the peak of his powers. At this moment, he was lying on the ground like a dog, not daring to move, and his body couldn't stop shaking.

Boom, boom, boom.

There were continuous explosions and shining lights above the nine heavens.

The sky seemed to have exploded with a huge firework, absolutely beautiful.

Such a beautiful scene can be seen very clearly even from a million miles away.

But no one appreciated such a beautiful scene at this moment.

"Brother, you must win, you must win."

On the top of a house below, a little girl with a bun was sitting on the eaves with her hands clasped on her chest and praying silently.

She didn't dare to open her eyes to see, so she had to cheer for her brother in her own unique way.

"Little sister, you look carefully, this sword is, a sword frost nineteen states."

At this moment, a loud laugh came from the nine heavens.

The little girl immediately opened her eyes and looked at the nine heavens. She saw Jian Wushuang holding a long sword in the nine heavens, his clothes were tattered, and his hair was extremely messy.

But his eyes were extremely bright, and the sword intent around him had reached its peak.

He looked down at his little sister, and then swung a sword.

Suddenly, one after another strange phenomenon appeared in front of him.

Sword visions flashed one after another, and each time a sword vision appeared, a sword energy would be formed.

"Jian Wushuang's sword can pacify the 19 continents, can it kill you, the bloody evil?"

Jian Wushuang laughed loudly, and took out a gourd from somewhere, and then drank it without caring about his image.

Free and easy, unrestrained, and unruly, as if this was Jian Wushuang.

At this moment, Jian Wushuang was like a different person from the steady Jian Wushuang before.

"Can't kill,

Sword one, the sword breaks the sky,

Sword two, the sword opens the mountains and seas,

Sword three, the sword destroys the people,

Sword four..."

"Sword nine, pacify the eight directions."

In the distance, Ye Lin's voice came out, and countless sword visions appeared, and these visions were spread out in front of Jian Wushuang.

There were petals all over the sky, the phantom of Huangquan, and the gods and demons that existed above the nine heavens roaring wantonly.

In the end, these visions formed a sword, a sword that could cut everything into pieces.

Boom, boom, boom.

The sky... darkened.

At this moment, the sky and the earth lost their color, and the people on the ground were so scared that they dared not even open their eyes.

In Longshou City, whether it was cultivators, ordinary people, or so-called geniuses, they all lay flat on the ground and trembled at this moment.

Even the Poison Lord who was drinking in the inn sat there and did not dare to move.

"Is this your strength? Blood Evil, Sword Unparalleled."

"Hahaha, I, the Poison Lord, still call myself a genius, ridiculous, ridiculous, really ridiculous."

The Poison Lord laughed loudly, and tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.

Pride? Is this a genius?

Pride, Pride... these two words have stumped many people.