"Bitch, get out of here..." Yan Yunshang roared, and the long whip in his hand instantly burst out several afterimages, swept over Luo Yuheng, hitting the ancient sword, and shook her back for more than ten steps. Instead, he no longer chased her back, bit his lips tightly, looked at Yan Bingyun with concern and said softly, "Big... Senior brother, I have consumed so much essence and blood, should... be enough?"

And she, as one of the most doting disciples of the Demon Sword Pavilion, naturally knew how evil this blood sword was. Even the elders in the Nascent Soul Realm in the Pavilion were very taboo about the Blood Evil Sword. Otherwise, how could such a top-level spiritual weapon fall into the hands of a second-generation disciple? If it was really a good thing, with the urinary nature of the Demon Sword Pavilion, it would not be Yan Bingyun's turn, and the elders began to fight for it privately.

Where are there opportunities for others?

Seeing that Yan Bingyun had lost too much essence and blood, his steps became a little slight and his face turned pale as paper, Yan Yunshang's heart also rose into his throat, clenched his pink fists, and looked at Yan Bingyun silently.

"Hmph... What's the point of losing a little essence and blood for the honor and disgrace of the Demon Sword Pavilion? Sword Spirit Ancestor, let you drink until you have enough today." Yan Bingyun gritted his teeth, endured the pain caused by the loss of essence and blood, and looked at Ye Xiu with red eyes and murmured coldly, saying, "Little beast, no matter how well you hide, you will definitely die today with the cultivation level of the Nascent Soul Realm."

Buzzing!

Yan Bingyun held the Blood Evil Sword tightly, and even his lips turned a little white and did not let go.

Still holding on!

In just a blink of an eye, one-third of the essence and blood on his body were instantly pulled away. At this moment, the aura that overflowed from the blood sword also reached a terrifying level.

The murderous intention is revealed.

Luo Yuheng and Shi Zhan's faces suddenly changed.

"Haha, you... you all have to die..." Only Man Jiuli coughed a few times. Although the blood was still bleeding in his mouth, the smile on his face became more and more arrogant. He looked at Shi Zhan and said with a resentful look.

"I said, even if I die, I will pull you to the back..."

The smile on Man Jiuli's face froze.

Unstoppable.

"I... dig your ancestral grave? The murderer is Demon Sword Pavilion. If you don't go to Yan Bingyun, Yan Yunshang and the others, why are you just staring at me alone?" Man Jiuli went crazy and shouted with a collapsed look on his face.

"What are you watching you? Traitors like you are more hateful and damn than Demon Sword Pavilion..." Shi Zhan snorted, his hands became a little more violent, and his killer moves continued.

The fight was so hard that Man Jiu's strength kept falling and retreating.

Very aggrieved.

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"Okay... the evil sword." Luo Yuheng frowned. Seeing that Yan Yunshang did not continue to cause trouble, she was too lazy to bother her. Instead, she turned her head and looked at the blood sword in Yan Bingyun's hand with a serious expression. She turned her mind and kept searching for things related to the Demon Sword Pavilion, even rumors. She believed that a top-level spiritual weapon like the Blood Sword would definitely not be unknown. She was different from Man Jiuli. Zhou Wuchao was far away from the Demon Sword Pavilion, unlike the Juman Kingdom, which was close to the Demon Sword Pavilion. In addition, the other party was a native giant barbarian. She grew up listening to the Demon Sword Pavilion since she was a child. Unlike her, she had only been in Zhou Wuchao for more than five years, and her understanding of the Demon Sword Pavilion was still superficial, so Man Jiuli recognized the origin of the Blood Sword at a glance.

"Shi Zhan, what is the origin of this blood sword from the Demon Sword Pavilion?" Luo Yuheng pursed his lips, glanced at Yan Yunshang not far away, and then asked Shi Zhan's voice transmission.

"Blood...Sword of Evil, one of the top spiritual weapons in the Demon Sword Pavilion..." Shi Zhan said without looking back.

Boom!

Hearing the words "Blood Evil Sword", Luo Yuheng's delicate body trembled slightly, and his face turned pale. She had heard of this evil sword long before coming to Zhou Wuchao. However, she didn't expect that the Blood Evil Sword that had made countless sects scared was actually in the hands of the Demon Sword Pavilion. The fear in her eyes flashed, and she didn't even notice that the teeth had bitten her lips. Instead, she shouted urgently, saying, "Ye...Ye Xiu, stop him quickly. After this...the evil sword swallows the essence and blood, its power will surge countless times, and even the powerful people in the Nascent Soul Realm can kill them."

"It's too late to come and stop it now..." Yan Bingyun glanced at her and looked at Ye Xiu with a ferocious look on his face: "Blood Evil Sword, cut off his hands and feet for me."

Buzz!

The sound of the sword resounded, still shaking lightly.

"Huh, Huh, Huh..." Yan Bingyun breathed a turbid breath and released the hilt of the sword. He heard a buzzing sound. He immediately saw that it had surged several times, and was much larger than the broad sword of an ordinary warrior. He instantly burst out with an extremely dazzling blood light and slashed at Ye Xiu.

Blood Evil Sword? A burst of ridicule appeared on Ye Xiu's mouth. What kind of top-level spiritual weapons are not? This Blood Evil Sword can barely step into the level of spiritual weapons. Can such a thing hurt him? He immediately punched the Blood Sword.

The fists and swords intersected, and a loud "bang" sounded loudly in an instant.

Countless waves of air swept out.

The soil flies.

Some sword cultivators and giant barbarians who were slightly closer were lifted out dozens of meters away on the spot. Seeing such movement, Luo Yuheng, Shi Zhan and others' hearts also reached their throats.

Only the people from the Magic Sword Pavilion had a calm and confident look on their faces.

Dust covered.

Even a powerful man in the Killing Realm of Yan Yunshang and Luo Yuheng could not see the situation clearly. He could only frown and looked at Yan Bingyun, and said in a voice: "Big... Senior Brother, the power of your sword can even be killed by the early stage of the Nascent Soul. If you use it on that kid, it will not crush his bones and ashes."

"Hmph, this little beast killed Chongwu, I don't want him to die so easily." Yan Yunshang pouted and looked at Yan Bingyun in a coquettish manner.

"Don't worry, even if he wants to die, it's not that easy..." Yan Bingyun shook his head. As a strong man at the peak of the Killing Dan, he was still a sword cultivator. He was naturally responsible for his actions. He half-squinted his eyes and looked at the position where Ye Xiu was standing, smiled faintly, and said, "This sword will at most cut off his hand, and will not kill him."

"Oh? Cut off my hand? Are you all so confident?" Before the dust had dissipated, Ye Xiu's playful voice suddenly rang in everyone's ears.
Chapter completed!