You have a good chance, I accept it.

Boom.

A loud noise suddenly sounded in the sky behind him, and when the noise ended, a headless corpse fell from the sky and hit the ground heavily.

If you look at the clothes, you can roughly tell whose body this is.

A closer look, it looks like Li Xiaochen's.

Poor Li Xiaochen never thought that Ye Lin could be so cautious. One sword was not enough, and he had to use another sword.

Even though he had run far away, he was still killed by a sword from a distance.

…

At this moment, Ye Lin was paying attention to the battle below. As for Li Xiaochen, he didn't care about him anymore. He would definitely die if the second sword came out.

These geniuses in the realm of true immortals no longer interested him at all.

He now regretted that he killed Lu Cang so decisively. If he continued to keep him, he could still have fun.

However, after this battlefield is over, he will go to the Taiyi Xuanxian battlefield. I really hope that those Taiyi Xuanxian geniuses can put some pressure on me so that I can have fun.

After all, those guys are real warriors, and they are not at the same level as these True Immortals.

The battlefield below was even more anxious, and even if Li Xiaochen died, it would not affect the situation at all.

Although Li Xiaochen was very strong, it did not mean that other stowaways were weak, not to mention that the descendants of the Golden Immortals were not weaker than these stowaways.

Under Ye Lin's light, these guys looked very mediocre, but in fact, any of these guys was a peerless genius that had not appeared in a million years.

Those big guys from the forbidden void were more capable than the other, and they did not seem to be tired even after fighting until now, and they became more and more courageous.

If the difference in numbers was not really a bit large, otherwise the balance of victory would have tilted towards them long ago.

However, among this group of people, Ye Lin saw a figure, a figure wandering outside the battlefield.

He was dressed in white, had white hair, and held a pure white long sword in his hand, and even his eyebrows were white.

He was wrapped in sword energy, and every time the sword fell, it would take away a life.

"Why does this guy look so familiar?"

Ye Lin frowned as he looked at this peerless figure. This guy gave him an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

Too familiar, the more he looked, the more familiar he looked.

"Don't worry, Sister Ziyun, all those who killed you are dead. I will pay you with the lives of these guys."

"I will pay you with ten, a hundred, a thousand cheap lives."

Wang Xiaoer murmured while holding the long sword. Among this group of people, he specifically chose those stowaways to kill, and he was even more efficient. Every time the long sword fell, it was a life.

Since he revived, he remembered it, he remembered everything.

He is the sword immortal, the peerless sword immortal.

Yunfeng said that he was a peerless sword immortal, and his luck was not exhausted. As long as the opportunity came, he would definitely soar into the sky and turn into a nine-day dragon.

Ye Lin also said this.

But he never expected that this opportunity would be this opportunity.

The fate of the entire Zixiao Palace and the entire Zixiao City is this opportunity.

The foreshadowing of countless lives.

If he had a choice, he hoped that he would never be revived, and would always be just an ordinary Wang Xiaoer who patrolled Zixiao City with a wooden sword all day long and was carefree all day long.

Rather than this white-clothed sword fairy Wang Xiaoer.

It hurts, it hurts too much, and every day when I think of it, my heart feels like a needle piercing it.