Chapter 642

Ye Xu flew out and immediately attracted everyone's attention. Their faces looked different.

"Eh, who is this boy? Did he destroy the martial arts space?"

"The sword idea on him is the sword technique of the Holy Spirit!"

"What, do you mean that only the sword Saint flying dragon can practice the holy spirit sword successfully?"

"Hehe, it seems that in addition to the sword Saint flying dragon, now there is a second person who has practiced the holy spirit sword technique!"

In the discussion of the crowd, the sword Saint Feilong in the crowd stared at Ye Xu.

His eyes were filled with resentment and anger.

"He... Actually practiced the holy spirit sword, how can I bear it!"

All along, the sword Saint Feilong is proud that he has practiced the holy spirit sword.

But now his reputation has been broken.

"Damn... Damn..."

The sword Saint flying dragon looked at Ye Xu and gnashed his teeth.

But when ye Xu didn't learn the holy spirit sword, the sword Saint Feilong couldn't beat him. Now ye Xu has learned the holy spirit sword, and Feilong is not ye Xu's opponent.

The sword Saint flying dragon's eyes turned, suddenly rushed into the sky and flew towards the ethereal height of Ben Zong.

He soon came to the place where the core disciples were.

The Flying Dragon flew straight to the last house of ten houses.

"Is elder martial brother Jianmo there? Younger martial brother Feilong, something to report!"

The door moved and opened slowly. A terrible sword idea swept out. Feilong was caught off guard. When he was swept by the sword idea, he immediately sprayed blood on his mouth and flew out upside down, showing his face in horror.

"Didn't I say don't disturb me in the process of sword practice?"

A ferocious long black sword flew out.

This black long sword is very evil. It seems to be polished with bones. There is a bloody human skull where the hilt is located.

The whole long sword exudes a strange momentum, which makes people frightened.

"Cough..."

The sword Saint Feilong got up and coughed, but he was surprised in his heart.

"Unexpectedly, the strength of the sword devil has reached such a terrible level. It's terrible!"

He quickly got up, bowed and said, "elder martial brother Jianmo, I don't want to disturb you, but the opponent you've been looking forward to, finally appeared!"

"Hmm! Who's the opponent? Is it you? Feilong..."

With the gloomy voice, a figure slowly stepped out.

The man was covered with blood light, and his eyes also revealed bloodthirsty light.

He is the sword demon among the ten disciples of the ethereal sect.

I heard that he is a genius brought back by elder Xiao. His accomplishments are amazing. He is especially obsessed with Kendo and specially selects experts practicing sword in the ethereal sect to challenge.

And he is very cruel. Every time he defeats his opponent, he will devour his opponent's sword intention.

After years of cultivation, the sword demon has become one of the top ten masters of the ethereal sect.

He once looked for the sword Saint flying dragon, but the sword Saint flying dragon knew the horror of the sword demon and didn't dare to do it at all.

Seeing the appearance of the sword demon, the sword Saint flying dragon was cold. He stepped back a few steps and opened the distance for fear of being contaminated with the smell of the sword demon.

"Feilong, if you dare to come to me, it means that your cultivation of holy spirit sword has reached the peak. Come on, let me see the power of sword 23..."

With the move of the sword demon hand, the white bone sword fell into his hand, and suddenly a bloody gas rushed to the flying dragon.

Feilong was frightened and shook his hands.

"Not me... Not me..."

"Who is that?"

The sword demon's bloodthirsty eyes fixed on the sword Saint flying dragon and asked quietly.

In the eyes of the sword demon, the sword Saint Feilong felt like a little sheep, helpless.

"Yes... Yes Ye Xu..."

But he shouted directly to deal with Ye Xu.

"Ye Xu! Hehe... It's him..."

Unexpectedly, the sword demon seemed to know ye Xu and grinned.

The flying dragon asked in surprise, "what? Elder martial brother Jianmo, do you know ye Xu?"

The sword devil said with a grim smile, "I don't know, but someone told me his name and asked me to kill him!"

The flying dragon's eyes lit up and said, "really! That's right. Elder martial brother Jianmo, ye Xu is in the library now. Go and kill him!"

The sword demon looked up and down at the flying dragon and said, "hehe, you want to kill with a knife. Will I be fooled so easily?"

The sword Saint Feilong's face turned red and murmured, "no... it's not like this... Senior brother Jianmo..."

The sword demon stared at the sword Saint flying dragon with pity in his eyes.

"Don't worry, I will kill Ye Xu, because this person must die, and you... Add a strength to my sword..."

"What?"

The sword Saint Feilong looked at the sword demon in surprise. Before he reacted, he felt a cold in his chest.

He looked down and saw that the white bone sword in the sword devil's hand had passed through his heart.

The cold chill spread all over the body, and the white bone sword was like a life, swallowing his blood essence crazily.

"You... Er... I..."

The sword Saint flying dragon stared at the sword demon with wide eyes and an incredible face.

The sword demon came to the sword Saint flying dragon and looked at the slowly falling sword Saint flying dragon with a ferocious smile.

"I'll accept your sword, hehe..."

The sword Saint Feilong said powerlessly, "why kill me..."

The sword demon's bloodthirsty eyes locked the eyes of the flying dragon.

"Stupid man, do you really think I'll use it as a gun for you?"

"Human... You..."

The flying dragon stared at the sword demon and keenly caught a word.

The sword devil said with a grim smile: "Oh, yes, I didn't say I was human. I tell you... I'm a blood spirit, a sword blood spirit specialized in swallowing the sword meaning! And the sword meaning you cultivate is my best nutrient!"

He suddenly opened his mouth and bit the flying dragon's neck.

"Ah..."

The flying dragon screamed, his limbs began to shake, his eyes gradually turned up, and his body began to wither.

In the eyes of the sword demon, there was a flicker of sword meaning.

The sword meaning of the holy spirit sword was soon swallowed up by him.

"Bang..."

With a light sound, the body of the flying dragon was blown to pieces and turned into fly ash.

The sword devil licked his lips with satisfaction, moved his right hand, and the white bone sword fell into his hand.

He looked at the white bone sword and suddenly turned his wrist.

"Whew..."

The bloody sword Qi flies out, which is the first move of the Holy Spirit's sword technique.

"Hmm! Yes, the power of the holy spirit sword is really good, ha ha..."

The sword devil laughed wildly. He looked up at the foot of the mountain, and the bloodthirsty light in his eyes kept flashing.

"Ye Xu, let you live longer. Now is not the time for me to do it!"

With that, he laughed wildly, but heard a cold voice behind him.

"Should you people of the blood clan keep a low profile and disturb Qin Xiaoyao? It will be bad for us at that time!"