The two blood unicorns roared in the sky, roaring trembled in the sky, and the gravels rustled on the mountain road, and the leaves and branches of the forest were shaking!

Ye Wuzong held a two-handled Blood Ron Sword, wearing a black shirt, and a tall figure, standing upright.

The temperament of both good and evil is naturally revealed, making people unable to help but feel a little bit of thinking about exploring his past.

"You're very good."

Ling Sen let go of his hand, and two Lihuo short swords wrapped in black iron chains fell to the ground. On the Lihuo Sword, the flames spiraled and spread on the ground. The stone bricks within three meters of radius immediately turned into charred black.

"Ling Sen from the Punishment Hall actually looked particularly solemn when facing Ye Wuzong." Cang Hongyi's eyes flashed slightly when he saw this scene.

All the disciples in charge of the Punishment Hall are carefully selected geniuses in the Sword Sect, but their strict requirements will still eliminate a large number of disciples named as genius.

Because, the disciples trained in the punishment hall must not only be talented, but also have to be tough!

The kind of disciple who stands out from purgatory and can bloom brightly in blood and killing is suitable for being a disciple of the punishment hall!

Ling Sen is one of them!

Na Lanzhuo also said: "When Brother Ling releases the soul-breaking chain, it means he wants to execute the prisoner. The essence of the chain sword is that he can also let the sword move freely without holding the sword. The first moment he faced this black shirt, he used this sword-raising style, which only shows that he does not feel that he can beat the black shirt..."

"And those two sword souls..."

Many people saw the blood unicorns roaring on Ye Wujin's head.

Twin blood souls are indeed rare, but everyone can see that their grade is at the first level of the Earth level. This is actually nothing. After all, relying on the first level of the Earth level, it is obviously not of level in the huge Sword Sect.

The Sword Sect picked out a disciple of Jiufeng, and the blood soul level was not low!

Ling Sen looked at Ye Wuzong and said, "Remember, if you can successfully join the sect, I can recommend you to the prison hall."

Ye Wuzong said lightly: "Remember, those who can make me use two swords and can still survive in the world will not be too bad."

Ling Sen's eyes narrowed.

This was like the elder's recognition and evaluation, which made him suddenly feel an illusion. It seemed that fate was almost controlled by Ye Wuzhi.

He still doesn't know the meaning of Ye Wuzong.

However, sooner or later he will understand.

"Let this black shirt join the prison hall?"

"Isn't it a bit too exaggerated..."

Those who heard this did not care about what Ye Wuzong said, because Ling Sen was a disciple of the Criminal Hall, and his recommendation was equivalent to being able to successfully introduce his disciples to the Criminal Hall. However, does the black shirt have this ability?

This battle is eye-catching.

boom--!

Just when everyone was still surprised.

The stone brick beside Ye Wujin's right foot exploded, and a black chain with metallic luster smashed the stone brick, and then hovered up like a black dragon, hitting Ye Wujin's temple.

The speed of drawing the sword is faster than that of Fan Bi'an!

But why did the stone bricks beside Ye Wujin explode? Instead of Ye Wujin's explosion?

The person involved, Ling Sen, knew the mystery of this and showed a hint of shock in his eyes.

The attack just now was definitely not because he missed it, but because Ye Wuzong's sideways were extremely small, and even if others seemed to him, he was not moving.

Even so, he avoided his lightning-like whip...

"Blood Soul Li Yan!"

"Lihuo Gangxuan..."

Ling Sen's voice was cold and instantly rose into the air. His wrists flashed intertwined like shaking flowers. The two short swords with flames wrapped around the chain turned into a huge fire-free cover wheel and smashed towards Ye Wujin!

The fire was fierce, the temperature was rising, and the scorching pain was not important, but the two young boys could not avoid it.

However, at this time, neither the little fat man nor the little mute shouted out loud, although his face turned red and even felt that his internal organs were about to be incinerated...

Ye Wuzong smiled faintly, and the two blood-red swords in his hand suddenly slashed upwards, and two blood-red sword marks were cut in the air.

boom--!

The Lihuo Iron Chain collided with the Blood Rooster Sword, and a scorching wave of true energy spread around it, and the shock force even knocked away many disciples who entered the room for assessment.

Ling Sen raised his hands, and the iron chain instantly wrapped around the Blood Rotary Sword like a spirit snake, and then tied it tightly. He stopped again, trying to win with his strength, and dragged the two Blood Rotary Swords over.

At this moment, the blood qi burst out on the Blood Round Sword, and what came was the true qi of the blood that was not felt.

boom--!

Ye Wujin struggled with his wrist, and the two iron chains wrapped around the Blood Ron Sword broke in response.

The Soul Lie Chain was broken by Ye Wuzong with a sword.

call out--!

But then, Ling Sen's expression changed at all, as if he didn't feel sorry for the broken chain. He held the Lihuo Sword flying towards him with both hands and slashed towards Ye Wujin's head.

The battle did not stop due to the damage to the spiritual weapon.

Nor was he afraid of the enemy's strength.

I just want to defeat my opponent.

This is the essence of the killing sword!

That’s right, Ling Senxiu’s sword is also a murderous sword!

Judging from his cold temperament as hellish Shura and his sword intent full of desire for battle, he is a very pure murderous sword cultivator.

This kind of person is suitable for joining Jiuyou people...

At this moment, Ling Sen, who was facing Ye Wuzong, had a sword intent like hell, as if he had transformed into a killing god. The enemy looked at him and was frightened...

Ye Wuzong suddenly withdrew his sword, turned his wrist and slammed out with a sharp palm.

Bang —!

All the murderous intent on Ling Sen's body dissipated, and a palm was clenched in his chest. This palm shattered his protective energy, penetrated his sword intent, and knocked him away.

boom--!

Amid countless astonished gazes, Ling Sen spat out blood and fell to the ground. Then, he looked at the sky with a dazed look.

How could it be...

Suddenly, he supported his body and looked at Ye Wuzong in surprise: "Why are you not afraid..."

The sword intent and murderous intent he has practiced over the years can even form a purgatory-like aura. Why is Ye Wuzong not afraid of being in it?

Even Ling Sen could feel that this guy was not at all turmoil in his heart...

"The last palm is to warn you."

"Take your sword back..."

Ye Wujin slowly kicked the two Lihuo swords that fell from his feet away, and returned them to Ling Sen.

"I... won't take your sword machine..."

He said to himself.

In the second half, Ling Sen didn't hear it clearly. He wiped the blood on the corner of his mouth, stood up and bowed, "Get taught."

Then, Ling Sen glanced behind at the mountain road that was nearly 300 feet long, picked up the Lihuo Sword from the ground, and showed a trace of seriousness on his face: "I'll go up with you!"

"are you serious?!"

Qi Yuanjun's voice suddenly came.

Ling Sen nodded slightly to the bottom of the mountain road.

"very good……"

Qi Yuanjun said that he is very pronounced.

At this time, Ye Wuzong suddenly looked at the little mute behind him.

The little mute blinked, not knowing whether it was worship, gratitude, or admiration in his eyes...

Ye Wuzong said calmly: "How many sword moves have you understood along the way?"

The little mute recalled the memories seriously, swallowed his saliva, gestured a ball on his chest with both hands, and then the distance between his hands shortened and turned into a small ball.

Then, the little mute seemed to feel it was inappropriate, and then he held the ball made of his hands out to an infinite size...

Ye Wuzong's cold face showed a rare faint smile.

The little mute's implication is:

Brother Black Shirt, the sword move you just used is so big...

But I only learned so much...

However, your true strength...

But it is infinitely large!
To be continued...