In the sky, Lin Changfeng stood in front of the sky holding the Wusai Sword, looking at the sword master coldly.

He glanced at the old ghost with cold sweat on his head, his eyes fell on the thin old man, and a sword light fell, and the space around him was twisted and shaken.

Pei Mo Nengyu's sword kept magnifying in front of the short and thin old man's eyes, and his scalp exploded. He wanted to escape and dodge, but he felt a strange illusion in his heart.

The sword light that Lin Changfeng waved seemed to be positioned at him, making him unable to dodge.

Just as he thought, the sword light swallowed him up, and the thin old man stood there with endless fear and astonishment on his face.

The entire ground of this sword was slashed with a gully of hundreds of meters. Even Ye Que and others were stunned. They couldn't believe that this was something that a mid-stage foundation-building monk could do.

All of this seems so dreamy and unreal.

The sword master's eyelids were also pounding wildly at this time. He looked up at Lin Changfeng standing in the sky. He could feel that the other party's cultivation was in the middle stage of foundation building.

As for his strength... his eyelids were pounding, and it was obviously bursting out from the long sword in Lin Changfeng's hand, which made him more convinced of the idea in his heart. This sword must be a rare spiritual weapon!

But now he didn't dare to fight Lin Changfeng anymore. He was burning his soul and could no longer last long. The best way at this time was to escape.

The whole person turned into a bloody light and slid out towards the horizon. This was the blood shield.

Burning the soul and calling it a blood shield is the biggest price he can pay. If Lin Changfeng is still found in this way, then the result of waiting for him is death!

Looking up at the sword master who wanted to escape, Lin Changfeng's face darkened and said coldly: "Want to escape?"

He held the Wuxiang Sword in his hand tightly, Lin Changfeng threw it out with force, and then he took a step and disappeared from the spot.

Ye Que and others below were stunned. Lin Changfeng seemed to be stronger, and then their eyes fell on the elder of the assassination organization.

There are so many people present, he is just a half-step golden elixir, and it is very easy to win it.

The other party also noticed this, his face turned slightly pale, he glanced at Lin Changfeng who had disappeared from the sky, and sneered: "Kill me? You have to think it through."

Hearing his words, Ye Que sneered: "Everyone in the assassination organization was killed, including the pope, the top leaders of the entire assassination organization, you are the only one left."

After the words came to his mind, everyone attacked him without giving him any chance to react.

At the top of a mountain range in central South China, the sword master fell to the ground with a pale face.

His chest was pierced by a long emerald green sword, and at the same time, an old man mocked him.

"Hey~ Why did you say you were going to provoke that little guy?" Jian Ling walked out of the long sword, sighed and shook his head, "Don't say it's you, I think even the one from Kunlun Sword Domain dares to offend him at his heyday."

"But that's right, you don't know how perverted this little guy is. I can only say that you are ignorant."

"Have you ever thought about asking for peace or something? Maybe that little guy will agree."

Faced with the endless chatter of the sword spirit, the sword master said angrily: "Shut up!"

"Tsk tsk... I just like to see your incompetent and furious look." The sword spirit's joking voice kept echoing, like an annoying fly.

Enduring the severe pain, the sword master pulled out Wuxiang Sword and raised his hand to throw it under the cliff. His black hair also turned silvery at this moment, his originally delicate skin also became loose, and he turned into an old man in the age of rotten wood.

The sword spirit looked at the sword master's appearance, sighed and said helplessly: "Why do you have to?"

He raised his finger and waved, and a stream of light soared into the sky under the cliff. Then the Wuxiang Sword fell into the hands of the sword spirit, and he quietly sank into the sword body.

The sword master's life had been cut off by him, and there was no possibility of survival. The sword that Lin Changfeng threw out almost used half of his spiritual energy...

The sword master leaned on the stone, his breath was weak, and he said intermittently: "I want to know what mysterious thing he has that can make you believe him like this."

Hearing this, the sword spirit kept silent, just quietly watching the sword master whose breath was gradually weakening.

"I know what you think, (this chapter is not finished!)

Chapter 308: Kill the Sword Lord

But if I were you, my soul would have escaped now, instead of waiting for the opportunity to counterattack here.”

The sword spirit expressed his opinion, and there was a sense of helplessness and sarcasm in his voice.

Hearing the words of the sword spirit, the sword master looked at the figure rushing from the sky and smiled sinisterly: "I naturally know that I can escape from the soul of the Golden Pill Realm."

"But I want to give him a big gift in the end, and I think he will definitely like it."

The sword spirit looked at the sword master with caring and mentally retarded eyes, shook his head and said, "I advise you not to use your soul to fight against him, you will regret it."

The sword master was careless and smiled heartily: "Then try it, I will let him know how wonderful this gift is!"

Just as the two were talking, Lin Changfeng walked from the woods behind him. He had a cold face and a cold expression. When he spoke, his tone also had a judging attitude.

"You shouldn't have acted against Li Taixuan from the beginning."

With his back against the stone, the sword master moved his body tremblingly. His turbid eyes looked straight at Lin Changfeng and sneered: "You are right. Li Taixuan may not die, but I think you will die."

Without pausing, Lin Changfeng slowly walked to the side of the sword master and snorted coldly: "You seem to be very confident."

Just when the distance between the two was only ten feet, the soul behind the sword master suddenly poked out and turned into a phantom and penetrated into Lin Changfeng's body.

Lin Changfeng's steps suddenly froze. Seeing this scene, Jian Ling sighed: "What a ignorant guy."

He knew how terrifying Lin Changfeng's soul was. Even though he was not in the state of the soul at the beginning, it was also the soul of the Golden Pill Realm. The soul in Lin Changfeng's body was just a word for rolling, and he was kicked out of the sea of ​​consciousness.

It is enough to show that Lin Changfeng's power of the soul, the sword master's last trump card really made him feel ridiculous.

Lin Changfeng knew that the Sword Lord's soul was looking around, but found that he could not see anything, layered white fog, which made him wonder.

"Why is this boy's sea of ​​consciousness like this?" He murmured in a low voice, and then he saw the fog being pushed apart layer by layer, revealing a magnificent palace.

The palace gate is closed, and layers of stone steps lead directly to the main hall gate, and the surrounding fog seems to be to cover the main hall.

"What's going on? There is a palace in this kid's soul?" He raised his eyes and looked at the palace on the stone steps, with a strange expression: "Is this kid taken over by some powerful man?"

Just as he was talking to himself, his raised footsteps landed on the first step.

Seeing that nothing abnormal happened, he raised his foot and took the second step, and a slight pressure spread throughout his body, causing him to tremble.

"This pressure... seems to come from the depths of the soul."
Chapter completed!