Even a figure like the Azure Dragon Sword Master is called a little guy by Ling Ge. How scary is Ling Ge?
How terrifying is this eternal sword prison?
Such an invincible sword cultivator only deserves to be imprisoned in the first level. Those beings above the tenth level who have not yet been suppressed and died will be invincible in the East Wasteland.
Although it is stressful.
But Ye Wudao was even more excited.
Groan!
This time, the old man in green didn't do anything fancy.
There is only one word, fast.
The mysterious dragon roar and sword roar sounded at the same time.
Like music, it affects Ye Wudao's soul.
Poof!
The next moment, Ye Wudao's head was pierced.
Lost consciousness and reappeared on the soul millstone.
The phantom of the old man in green also stayed in place, motionless, quietly waiting for Ye Wudao to complete his cultivation.
"quick?"
"Yin rhythm? Yes, you can go in these two directions when practicing swordsmanship. In the world of martial arts, only fast ones are unbreakable. They are so fast that no one can react."
Ye Wudao was not in a hurry to continue fighting with the old man in green, but was reminiscing about that pinnacle sword.
One sword, instant youth!
It's not that easy to fight against.
"The music affects the soul, so use the soul to suppress it, and then use the extremely fast sword-drawing technique to fight against speed!"
Duel again.
Die faster than before.
But Ye Wudao had already found the way.
Regarding his progress in the past two days, Ling Ge teased him and said he was very poor, but he was still very satisfied.
After another two days, Ye Wudao was finally able to withstand the two swords of the old man in green who was at the sixth level of body refining realm.
For him, this was a qualitative improvement, indicating that his efforts were in the right direction, as long as he continued to improve his swordsmanship.
Just as he was preparing to face off again, there was unusual movement outside the door.
The special iron door was violently kicked open.
What came into view were two well-equipped Blood Dragon Guards.
"Trash, it's time to eat!"
"I don't know if it's because of eight lifetimes of bad luck or something, but we are still asked to guard this piece of trash."
One of them looked dissatisfied and depressed and cursed.
"There's nothing we can do about it, why do we think we're weak?"
"But it's not bad to humiliate this waste. Come here, waste, and lick the food from the soles of my shoes."
The other person was also very dissatisfied. He directly poured the rotten food on the ground, stepped on it, and raised his fingers towards Ye Wudao like he was teasing a puppy.
Ye Wudao raised his eyebrows slightly, flashing an angry look.
For a month, these two dog slaves have been guarding him.
They inflicted all kinds of humiliation on him, including the scars on his body and at least a thousand lashes.
Now it's time to make them pay.
Ye Wudao was not angry but smiled and said calmly.
"Did anyone tell you that you will die soon!!"
die?
The two looked at each other and saw the mockery in each other's eyes.
"You're a loser and you still want us to die? You're just talking nonsense!"
"Do you want to kill us with your eyes or just a few words? Hahaha, Ah San, beat me. It would be dishonest not to beat this kind of trash!"
One of them pulled out the long whip that shone with black gold from his waist, and said with a ferocious smile: "After the beating, let him kneel under our crotch and finish the rotten food. If he doesn't finish it, he won't be able to sleep today."
Snapped!
The Blood Dragon Guard known as Asan also quickly drew out the black gold whip.
With a random wave, a harsh whip sound filled the air.
The two of them had perverted smiles on their lips, and at the same time they waved their long whips and hit Ye Wudao.
"Slow, too slow!"
Ye Wudao stood up, shook his head and said indifferently.
Whip shadow lingers!
But Ye Wudao walked in the area covered by the whip shadow, but was not hit by the whip.
After being destroyed by the extreme speed of the virtual opponent in the Infinite Sword Prison, Ye Wudao really couldn't stand this level of attack.
"This...how is this possible?"
The expressions of the two people changed drastically, and they couldn't believe that all this was true.
Didn't Ye Wudao have his bloodline deprived of him, his meridians and Dantian destroyed, and he became a useless person?
Seeing Ye Wudao coming in front of them, they waved their fists wildly.
Boom!
Just when their fists were about to fall on Ye Wudao's face, Ye Wudao moved.
As fast as thunder.
He punched their faces directly with his fist, and the tyrannical force immediately sent them flying backwards.
"You're going to die soon, I told you!"
Ye Wudao's delicate face became ferocious and terrifying, and he spoke like a god of death.
Then a rain of fists fell on the two of them.
For a month, the two of them tortured Ye Wudao like clowns.
The tiger fell down and was bullied by the dog!
The two of them did everything possible to humiliate him, and now it's time to pay the price.
"Young... Young Marshal, please, don't kill us."
"We are pigs and dogs, not people."
Ah San, whose flesh and blood were flying everywhere and whose bones were broken, knelt on the ground and kept begging for mercy.
Groan!
However, Ye Wudao drew out the blood sword from his waist without hesitation, cut off their tongues, and shattered the meridians and bones of their bodies.
Then he threw them into the cloud boat where the ferocious beasts were kept, and turned around and left.
For a moment, accompanied by the wild roar of the ferocious beast seeing blood, the screams of the two men resounded throughout the sky.
Such a big movement immediately attracted the attention of everyone on the cloud ship.
Everyone walked out of the room one after another to investigate the situation.
"This...this is Ling Laosan and Wang Mo, how could they fall into the trap of vicious beasts!"
"Get them out quickly and investigate what happened?"
"There are assassins on the cloud boat, maybe they are here to rescue that good-for-nothing Ye Wudao."
"..."
Outside the ferocious beast circle, more than a dozen Blood Dragon Guards arrived.
Seeing the miserable, almost eaten remains of the two of them made everyone shudder.
"Shut up, everyone, make all the fuss, get rid of their bodies, and leave the rest to me!"
At this time, a rough voice sounded.
Everyone in the Blood Dragon Guard fell silent immediately, bowing their heads to signal to the visitor.
The person who came was nine feet tall, carrying a bloody giant ax weighing a thousand kilograms on his back. His muscles exploded all over his body, and his tiger eyes were piercing.
Centurion of the Blood Dragon Guard, Kuishan!
A strong man from the sixth level of the Cave Realm is the leader of the Blood Dragon Guard who escorted Ye Wudao to the Lin family of the Taiyan Dynasty this time.
The chaotic situation was stabilized by him.
Ye Wudao, who had originally thought about taking the opportunity to escape, gave up the idea and deliberately pretended to be paralyzed on the ground.
The soul entered the Infinite Sword Prison and continued to endure the torture of the old man in green, honing his sword skills all the time.
After this battle, he discovered the sword moves and insights he had practiced in the Wujian Sword Prison, the first level of the Eternal Sword Prison.
They can all use the body of this eternal sword to perform it without any hindrance, so the training naturally becomes more and more crazy.
At the same time, Kuishan immediately led his guards to the iron gate.
Peeping at Ye Wudao through the narrow iron window.
"Dad, could he have done this?"
A young man wearing Blood Dragon Guard uniform looked solemn and asked tentatively.
"he?"
"Do you think a person whose Dantian is destroyed, his bloodline is taken away, and his meridians are broken, can kill Ling Laosan and Wang Mo who are at the seventh level of the Body Refining Realm?"
Kuishan stared at his son Kui Mo with an expression of hatred, which is common sense that any normal person knows.
As his son of Kuishan, he didn't know how he could not disappoint him.