C403 (1/2)

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.