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In Sword Tomb Valley.

The battle was certain, the elite warriors of the Sword Tomb were all massacred, their blood flowing like rivers and their corpses strewn everywhere.

Although there were opportunistic tactics and cruel methods, these were the only ways Ye Ling could protect himself in the face of danger. The strong preyed on the weak, and the fittest lived on.

The cold wind howled within the valley, and the stench of blood became even stronger. With Ye Ling's cultivation at the peak of the ninth stage of the Primary Stage, it was difficult for him to break through again.

Blood Demon and the others did not relax, all of them taking up positions, surrounding Ye Ling and protecting him.

Time slowly passed, and night arrived.

In the past few hours, there were no visitors from Sword Tomb. Ye Ling frowned, but felt uneasy in his heart.

"Let's go!"

After hesitating for a long while, Ye Ling finally spoke out to the Blood Demon and the others, and with Jian Qiu leading the way, they passed through a patch of forest in front of them.

The front of the courtyard was brightly lit, but the inside of the huge courtyard was filled with a murderous aura. In the center of the courtyard, there was an old man in his sixties that was tied up and hung high in the air.

There were Sword Tomb Warriors protecting the surroundings and figures could be vaguely seen in the courtyard. From the back of the crowd to the main hall, they were emitting a strong pressure.

As Ye Ling and the others approached the courtyard, their expressions became extremely solemn. Sword Tomb was actually waiting here for a long time, while Ye Ling and the others were completely unaware of this.

"Grandfather!"

In the dusky night sky, when Jian Qiu approached the courtyard, he saw the old man that was hung up in the courtyard. His expression suddenly became anxious, and he realized that the old man was his grandfather, Jian Feng.

Boom! *

Just at that moment, the tightly shut door suddenly opened, and everyone inside the gate formed a array, looking at Ye Ling and the others with an expression of killing intent.

"What a big battle formation?" Seeing that there were no Sword Tomb s in the sect, Blood Demon frowned, his expression was somewhat unsettled. Sword Tomb mustering such a large force, it was clear that he was planning to kill them all.

Ye Ling frowned, he touched his nose and glanced at Jian Qiu, then immediately walked towards the door. Clang .

Blood Demon and the others were hesitating, this kind of closed-door battle was clearly asking them to fall into a trap, but Ye Ling did not have any qualms letting them muster up any courage.

Ye Ling and the rest entered through the big doors, with a loud bang, the big doors closed, suddenly revealing a heavy killing intent.

Whoosh!

Tens of thousands of people in the courtyard of Sword Tomb all had ice-cold expressions on their faces as they stared at Ye Ling and the others with swords in their hands. All of their eyes were filled with merciless killing intent.

In front of Ye Ling and the rest, there was a road leading to the depths of the courtyard.

Ye Ling frowned, his expression was gloomy and uncertain, his heart felt like it was being doted on, following that, he gazed at the crowd, only to see that there was an old man in front of him who was hanging his sword.

This person had a wrinkled face and was very old, but his eyes flashed with a bright light, as though they were sharp blades that had yet to leave his body. Just looking into his eyes, Ye Ling felt as though needles were stabbing into his eyes.

That old man was one of the three swords of the Sword Tomb, the "Sword Soul". He was the head of the three swords, Sword Elder, and given his high cultivation at the Deity Creation Stage, he was definitely a terrifying beauty.

"Jian Yi!"

Jian Qiu, Feng Yu and the rest were all shocked. The one who waved them over was the young master of the Sword Tomb, Jian Yi.

The current Jian Yi was not only lively and alive, his cultivation had even entered the Deity Creation Stage.

Ye Ling's expression was solemn, his expression ugly, Jian Yi's cultivation did not retreat, but instead advanced, causing him to become curious, he raised his head and looked at the sword tip hanging in mid air.

Sensing that the sword had lost its aura and cultivation, Ye Ling immediately understood what was going on. His face turned serious and his eyes turned red like fire.

"This little bastard!"

To actually be so ruthless and merciless. Could Master of Sword Tomb really bear to lose a Deity Creation Stage like that? "

The Blood Demon also saw through it. His face was filled with killing intent, he extended his tongue and licked his lips, staring at Jian Yi who had just appeared.

Jian Qiu's face was dark, and the anger in his heart overflowed to the heavens. Jian Yi's appearance caused his heart to be filled with killing intent.

Just at that moment, Jian Yi who was in front of them walked forward, the sword spirit behind him followed closely, looking extremely pleased, and in the blink of an eye, he appeared in front of Ye Ling and the others.

"How is it?"

"Without Jian Qiu's Jindan, I can still live, and my power is a hundred times stronger than it used to be!"

Jian Yi walked over and met Ye Ling's eyes with his unfriendly gaze, purposely showing off in front of Ye Ling. He was quite haughty, and shot Jian Qiu a look, completely dismissing him.

The current Jian Yi had the cultivation of Deity Creation Stage, so he was naturally unafraid of Ye Ling. At the moment, he wished he could crush Ye Ling to death, just like crushing an ant.

"Bastard!"

"Jian Yi, you dare attack my grandfather, I will definitely not let you go!"

Jian Qiu was furious, and the anger in his heart could not be calmed. He never would have thought that Jian Yi would actually call upon his grandfather's attention, that Jian Yi's current cultivation was obtained through his grandfather's lifetime of cultivation.

Plop!

Jian Qiu landed on the ground, his face instantly turned as pale as paper. Gritting his teeth, he was completely unable to resist.

"Trash!"

"Even without your grandfather's Jindan, you are still not my opponent, you traitor of Sword Tomb!"

Jian Yi sneered, and revealed a look of contempt towards Jian Qiu, in his eyes, Jian Qiu was not even comparable to a dog.

"Jian Yi, I'm going to kill!" Facing Jian Yi's humiliation, Jian Qiu was unable to remain calm. It was as if he had gone mad, and he lost all reason as he sobbed and roared with blood on his face.

"Kill me?"

"Then let me send you on your way first!"

Jian Yi laughed sinisterly, suddenly he took steps and rushed towards Jian Qiu, but before he could approach Jian Qiu, Ye Ling suddenly moved his body and blocked in front of him.

"Ye Ling!"

"You'd better get out of my way. I'll settle my old scores with you later!"

Jian Yi frowned, his face suddenly turned ugly. Seeing Ye Ling blocking in front of him, he could not help but stop in his tracks, it was all because of the fear in his heart.

If not for the fact that his cultivation was powerful and he had the presence of the rest of the people from the Sword Tomb, he would not have had the courage to face Ye Ling head on.

"Put away your appearance!"

"It's not your turn to be arrogant in front of me!"

"Since I can let you go twice, I can catch you a third time. I can't guarantee that I won't show you any mercy this time!"

Ye Ling revealed a look of contempt, and directly berated Jian Yi in a cold voice. He might not be able to do anything to others, but Jian Yi had long become a bird of prey.

"You!"

Jian Yi retreated a few steps, his face instantly becoming pale. Sweating profusely, he found it difficult to suppress the fear in his heart, as Ye Ling was his nemesis.

Thump! Thump!

Jian Yi could not stop himself from retreating, the sword spirit behind him suddenly took a step forward, raising his hand and pressing it on Jian Yi's shoulder, he said: "Young Master, you are a Deity Creation Stage cultivator, there is no need to be afraid of him."

"Yes!"

"I am a Deity Creation Stage cultivator, why would I be afraid of him?"

Hearing what the Sword Soul said, Jian Yi immediately calmed his fear, his face had a determined look, he stared at Ye Ling, and directly took a step forward.

"This kid is scared out of his wits, he actually wants to be supported by someone else?" The Blood Demon shook his head with a smile. With Jian Yi's cowardly look, he no longer had any confidence.

Feng Yu, Huan Xiong, and their respective expressions were solemn. Jian Yi was not too scary, what was scary was that guy called Sword Soul, this guy, gave them a feeling, like an incomparably sharp blade, that was shockingly fearsome.

"Ye Ling!"

"Do you have the guts to fight me?"

As the Young Master of the Sword Tomb, how could he tolerate shame? Thinking back to the humiliation she suffered previously, her heart was unable to calm down.

He wanted to wash away this shame and also wanted to personally kill Ye Ling so as to erase the shadow in his heart. This was his chance to prove himself and he had lost many times to Ye Ling, which he simply could not accept.

"Oh?"

"As the Young Master of the Sword Tomb, you actually want to challenge the center?"

"Didn't you ask your father if he agreed? If I get crippled by you again, I won't be able to take responsibility. "

Ye Ling laughed in surprise. He thought that Jian Yi would rely on his numbers, but unexpectedly, he still had some courage, but even so, Jian Yi was still nothing in his eyes.

Dogs couldn't stop themselves from eating feces. If they wanted to provoke him with just 8 points of ability, they would be courting death.

"You don't dare?"

Jian Yi, who was laughed at by Ye Ling, frowned as he glared at Ye Ling with a ferocious look. Since he had decided to fight with Ye Ling, he would naturally not change his mind.

"You dare!"

"Why not?"

Ye Ling took a step forward and looked at Jian Yi with a cold smile. Facing the people of Sword Tomb, he naturally desired to fight him alone, and Jian Yi might be his only hope in changing the situation.

"Very good!"

"I will make you kneel in front of me and taste the feeling of your crotch!"

Jian Yi nodded slightly, he glared at Ye Ling and smiled sinisterly, as if he had seen the light of dawn.

"I'm afraid you won't have that chance."

"Just the battle between you and me is too monotonous. If you can defeat me, I will kneel on the ground, kowtow, and apologize. I will die in front of you. But, if you lose, you have to let Grandpa Jian Qiu go, what do you think? "

Ye Ling grinned, a strange expression on his face as he looked at Jian Yi who gave his conditions on purpose.