Ye Guyao raised the corners of his mouth, pinched the girl's chin, and smiled evilly: "Where is the spiritual crystal?"

The girl panicked and hugged her chest tightly.

"Bring it to you!"

Ye Guao put his hand into the girl's collar, dug for a while, and took out a brocade bag.

Inside the brocade bag, there are three crystal stones that emit white fluorescence.

"Only three? You are really shabby!" Ye Guao looked contemptuous, and then put the brocade bag into his bag.

"You are robbing me openly!" the girl in green said sadly.

"What's the point of robbing me openly? I'm still playing with you openly."

Ye Guao shrugged and sneered. He smelled the fragrance on his hand and said with a smile: "I can't tell, you are quite promising. Work harder to enter the Qinghun. Then come to the First Sword Peak to serve me. Master, I like the big one!"

"

"Qinghun is an immortal sect, not your family. We won't tolerate your arrogance and domineering behavior!" the girl in green said through gritted teeth.

"Ha ha!"

Ye Guyao laughed.

Snapped!

He slapped the girl suddenly!

The girl hit the ground with a thud, blood was bleeding from the corner of her mouth, and she was dying!

"When my brother becomes the youngest sect leader in the history of Qinghun, this will be my home!"

After saying that, he clapped his hands, laughed, and walked away.

The girl in green clothes was left behind, her face was red, her eyes were full of tears, she was filled with grief, anger and despair.

“It smells so good!”

Ye Guao was walking through the maple forest, still thinking about it.

He looked up.

Ahead, there are many mountains and mountains, surrounded by spiritual mist.

"I, Ye Guyao, will start my magnificent journey of cultivating the Tao from today!"

He is full of confidence.

suddenly!

A young man in white clothes appeared in front of him.

He stood among the dancing maples, with long hair flying, a face like a crown of jade, and eyes like stars in the sky.

"Silver Gun Wax Head, is that you?!"

Ye Guyao immediately laughed sinisterly.

After laughing for a while, he suddenly understood and said in shock: "You...are blocking my way?"

Yun Xiao was unhappy at first, but in the end, a weakling dared to block the road?

Absolutely amazing!

"Take out the bag of spiritual crystals just now." Yun Xiao looked indifferent and walked towards him on the maple leaves. The flying leaves rolled around him, and sword marks appeared on the leaves.

"Pfft!" Ye Guyao burst out laughing, "How dare you, a wild dog that doesn't even have Longquan's magic power, bark in front of me?"

He has reached the Longquan realm and has officially entered the path of spiritual cultivation. The magic power in his golden Dantian is surging, and the air waves are rolling around his body.

"Sword soul, come out!"

Zheng!

On Ye Guyao's right hand, a golden sword stretched out from his palm.

As soon as this sword soul comes out, the surrounding sword energy surges.

Fluttering light level, Venus sword soul!

very famous.

On this Venus sword soul, there is also a dense layer of golden light surrounding the sword. This is the sword soul's sword gang layer, which can increase the hardness of the sword soul.

Ye Guao has a level of sword strength!

With the addition of Longquan realm magic power, he is actually considered a formal sword cultivator.

This is an existence that Yun Xiao could not touch before.

"Zhiotou, as a mortal martial artist, have you ever seen the "return" of Jian Po?"

As Ye Guyao sneered, the three-inch Venus sword in his hand, driven by mana, suddenly shrouded in mist and extended its flash!

The three-inch sword spirit transformed into a three-foot golden sword.

This is the return of Jian Po!

Julongquan, after generating mana, the sword soul can perform three forms!

They are: Flying Sword, Palm Sword, and Royal Sword.

The 'Flying Sword' is the smallest and can fly thousands of miles and kill people in the air.

The "palm sword" is three feet long and must be held with the hand for close combat.

The 'controlling sword' is the largest, and it can control the flying sky and the free world!

At this time, Ye Guyao transformed his sword soul into the form of 'palm sword' and fought with the sword.

Yun Xiao's three-inch cyan sword spirit cannot be reproduced, and its length is only one-tenth of the Venus sword spirit.

How to compare?

"Softie, take out your sword and show you what it means to be tough...!"

Ye Guao was still laughing and talking, but his expression suddenly changed.

call!

Suddenly a white shadow rushed in front of me!

What kind of ruthless person is he to take action without saying a word?

"Why don't you follow the routine?"

Zheng!

In the white shadow's hand, the three-inch green blade suddenly shot out!

Ye Guyao was furious and stabbed his sword to resist!

Gold and cyan, two swords, one large and one small, suddenly stabbed together amidst the fluttering maple leaves.

Ding--!!

A shrill noise erupted.

"ah!"

Ye Guao's face changed horribly, he screamed in pain, stumbled and fell to the ground, his right hand burst with blood!

It can be clearly seen that several cyan cracks appeared on his hard and indestructible Venus sword.

Streams of green mist poured into the cracks, causing the Venus sword to crack and shatter.

puff!

Ye Guyao's energy and blood rushed to his heart. He sprayed a mouthful of hot blood on his sword, but it was absorbed by the cyan crack.

"My sword spirit is broken!!"

He couldn't believe it and thought it was a dream.

The sword soul is carried on the human bones, and now he is in pain all over his body. How can he be dreaming?

A sword cultivator has his soul in his body and his soul in his sword!

Otherwise, how can one kill someone with a flying sword thousands of miles away?

Ye Guyao's cracks are not only in his sword soul, but also in his human soul.

If a person's soul is broken, that person is stupid.

There is a saying from ancient times: if the sword is broken, the man is half dead!

"impossible……"

He screamed, and when he looked up, the young man in white was holding the seemingly ordinary three-inch cyan sword and looking at him expressionlessly.

"Ye Gu'ao, your sword spirit isn't that strong, isn't it?" Yun Xiao lowered his head and smiled.

"you!"
To be continued...