"You made me lose the resources for a year, so I will cut your life soul into 365 pieces. Isn't that fair?" Yan Chongwu licked his lips and looked at Ye Xiu with a cold look in his eyes, saying, "Don't worry, even if the fortune-telling soul is chopped, it won't die immediately. I will raise them well, one piece a day until I feed my soul-slaying sword."

"Soul-killing Sword, kill..."

Buzz!

The sword shook lightly!

Yan Chongwu roared lowly, and his tender face also became ferocious. After a few buzzing sounds, more than a dozen sharp sword intents burst out instantly, sweeping over Ye Xiu.

Destroy and destroy.

The momentum is amazing.

These sword intents are also shrouded in a lot of resentment and resentment. Apart from dozens of meters, they make people feel like they are biting cold and palpitations.

"Hmph, use the soul to raise the sword? I'm not old and have a vicious heart. Keeping you with it is just a disaster. Then let's start with you." Ye Xiu raised his eyelids, ignored the sword intent, and reached out and grabbed Yan Chongwu.

"Dare to ignore my sword intent, look for..." Yan Chongwu sneered a few times. Before he could say the word "death", the smile on his face suddenly froze. He opened his mouth wide and looked at Ye Xiu with a dull look. His head was even blank, and there was even a little "buzzing", "buzzing", and "buzzing" sounded. He saw that the soul-killing sword intent that had always been invincible and did not dare to resist the powerful elixir swept across his body, not to mention severely damaging the soul, even the wound was left, and they all collapsed one after another.

"How...is it possible? My Soul-Slaying Sword..." Yan Chongwu seemed to be hit hard, stood there blankly, looking at Ye Xiu with a distracted look, as if he was crazy, and even forgot to resist.

Some are in a state of dismay.

I, the most proud sword intent, could not hurt the other party at all? This kind of thing is undoubtedly a fatal blow to Xiang Zizi, who claims to be a genius...

The more genius you are.

The more likely they are to suffer, a small setback will make them sink and unable to extricate themselves.

This kind of thing is not uncommon!

"Chongwu, avoid it..." Yan Bingyun roared and his face changed wildly. Seeing that Yan Chongwu, a fool, was distracted in the battle, he was also shocked and angry. He didn't have to think too much, so he sacrificed his sword and rushed over. The surging sword intent swept out from him in an instant.

All the sword intents pointed directly at Ye Xiu...

His speed is not slow.

However, compared with Ye Xiu, the gap is not a little bit.

"Can you save the person I want to kill?" Ye Xiu glanced at him, ignored him, but reached out and grabbed Yan Chongwu. Before Yan Bingyun could approach, he grabbed Yan Chongwu's neck, looked at him coldly and said slowly, "I give you a free advice. Good will be rewarded with good and evil. It's not that the time has not come. You have to be a good person for the next life."

What next life?

Death is shrouded!

Yan Chongwu also woke up in an instant and widened his eyes... He looked at Ye Xiu in horror, his neck was pinched, making his face turn purple. He wanted to struggle, but he couldn't use any strength. He couldn't make any sound even after opening his mouth several times, so he could only look at Ye Xiu begged.

"Big... Senior Brother, what should I do now?" Seeing Yan Bingyun, because he was concerned about the safety of his junior brother, he stopped a few dozen meters away because he was afraid of the safety of his junior brother. He looked at Ye Xiu with some difficulty in retreating. Yan Yunshang was also scared and looked at him in horror.

"Master Luo, don't you persuade him?" Yan Bingyun gritted his teeth, turned to look at Luo Yuheng who was standing not far away, with a pale face and said, "You should know what the consequences are to kill my master's most doting little disciple. As long as he lets me go, I can swear that all the grudges will be written off and I will not cause trouble for you again. How about it?"

Written off...

No more trouble for us?

Shi Zhan's eyes flashed a few times, and he moved a little. He turned his head and looked at Luo Yuheng with a look.

"I can't make the decision whether to kill him or not." Luo Yuheng raised his eyes and replied faintly. After hearing such a response, Yan Bingyun's face became more gloomy. Luo Yuheng did not explain too much, and he still watched coldly. No one else believed it. Only Qi Wuwei and Zhao Guoxian knew that Luo Yuheng did not speak, and their national master really could not be Ye Xiu's master.

"So, you are determined to be an enemy of our Demon Sword Pavilion?" Yan Bingyun clenched his sword tightly, and his teeth were chewed, looking at Luo Yuheng with a loud bang, wishing he could slash this woman with one sword.

Luo Yuheng sneered a few times, and did not speak up.

She knew it very well.

Yan Bingyun took the initiative to swear that it was just a situation. With her understanding of the Demon Sword Pavilion, just listen to what these sword cultivators said, only fools will believe it. Once Ye Xiuzhen let Yan Chongwu go, she is very sure that this great disciple of the Demon Sword Pavilion will immediately turn against him.

"Luo...National Master, are you really not letting go?" Shi Zhan couldn't help it, turned his head and looked at Luo Yuheng and asked in a low voice.

"You really believe in him and will write it off and no longer cause trouble for us?" Luo Yuheng asked back.

"This..." Shi Zhanfei smiled and stopped saying a word.

to be honest.

He also believed it.

The main reason is that these sword cultivators from the Demon Sword Pavilion have no character at all. He only had a glimmer of hope to ask. At this moment, all his eyes were focused on Ye Xiu, especially the sword cultivators from the Demon Sword Pavilion, all looking at him with some slight scent.

The Demon Sword Pavilion is actually threatened?

Even the senior brother Yan Bingyun was afraid of the enemy, which was the first time for them to do so.

"Isn't it coming out yet?" Ye Xiu frowned, and he pinched Yan Chongwu's hand and did not let go. Instead, he looked at the depths of the Puppet Immortal Sect with confusion. He couldn't help but mutter in his heart, cursing secretly, and said, "Made, are those dozen sword cultivators hiding in it, or have they gone back to the Demon Sword Pavilion to inform him?"/

He was speechless, too.

I originally wanted to completely solve these problems once and for all, but I didn't expect that I still missed more than a dozen.
Chapter completed!