642: C642 Blood Clan Sword Demon

C642 Blood Clan Sword Demon

Ye Xu flew out and immediately attracted everyone's attention. All of them had different expressions on their faces.

"Eh? Who is this kid? Is he the one who destroyed the Martial Skill Space?"

"The sword intent on his body is actually the Holy Spirit Sword Technique!"

"What? You mean the Holy Spirit Sword Technique that only Sword Saint and Flying Dragon have successfully cultivated?"

"Hehe, looks like other than Sword Saint Feilong, there is another person who has successfully cultivated the Holy Spirit Sword Technique!"

Amidst the discussions of the crowd, Sword Saint Feilong stared at Ye Xu with his mouth agape.

His eyes were filled with resentment and anger.

"He... he has also mastered the Holy Spirit Sword Technique, how can I bear it?!"

All along, Sword Saint had been proud that he had mastered the Holy Spirit Sword Technique.

But now, his reputation had been broken.

"Damn it... Damn it..."

Sword Saint looked at Ye Xu and gritted his teeth.

However, before Ye Xu had mastered the Holy Spirit Sword Technique, Sword Saint had already lost to him. Now that Ye Xu had mastered the Holy Spirit Sword Technique, Fei Long was no longer a match for Ye Xu.

Sword Saint Feilong rolled his eyes and suddenly soared into the sky, flying towards the top of the Ethereal Sect.

Soon, he arrived at the place where the core disciples were located.

The flying dragon flew straight to the last house in the ten houses.

"Is Senior Brother Sword Devil here? Junior Brother Fei Long, I have something to report!"

The door moved and slowly opened. An incomparably terrifying sword intent swept out. Fei Long was caught off guard and was swept by the sword intent. He immediately spat out a mouthful of blood and flew backwards with a shocked expression.

"Didn't I say before that during the sword practice, don't disturb me?"

A human voice discovered that a sinister black long sword had flown out.

This black sword was very strange. It seemed to be made of bones. There was a bloody human skull where the sword shaft was.

The entire sword gave off an evil aura that made people tremble in fear.

"Cough cough..."

Sword Saint Feilong got up and kept coughing, but he was shocked in his heart.

"I never thought that Sword Devil's strength has reached such a terrifying extent. He is simply too terrifying!"

He hurriedly got up and bowed. "Senior Sword Devil, I didn't want to disturb you, but the opponent you have been waiting for has finally appeared!"

"En! Who... is the opponent? Is it you? Fei Long..."

Following the gloomy voice, a figure slowly walked out.

This person's entire body was wrapped in a bloody light, and his eyes also revealed a bloodthirsty light.

He was Sword Devil, one of the top ten disciples of Ethereal Sect.

It was said that he was a genius brought back by the Desolate Elder. His cultivation was astonishing, and he was especially obsessed with the way of the sword. He specifically challenged the experts who practiced the sword in the Ethereal Sect.

Furthermore, he was extremely cruel. Every time he defeated his opponent, he would devour his opponent's sword intent.

After several years of cultivation, Sword Devil had become one of the top ten experts of the Ethereal Sect.

He had once looked for Sword Saint Feilong, but Sword Saint Feilong knew how terrifying Sword Devil was, so he didn't dare to make a move.

Seeing Sword Devil's appearance, Sword Saint Feilong felt a chill in his heart. He took a few steps back and pulled away, afraid that he would be contaminated by Sword Devil's aura.

"Feilong, you dare to come and look for me? This means that your Holy Spirit Sword Technique cultivation has reached the peak. Come, let me see the power of Sword 23..."

Sword Devil waved his hand, and the white bone sword fell into his hand. Immediately, a wave of bloody qi rushed towards Feilong.

Fei Long was frightened, and he kept shaking his hands.

"It's not me... it's not me..."

"Then who is it?"

Sword Devil's bloodthirsty eyes stared at Sword Saint Feilong and asked quietly.

In Sword Devil's eyes, Sword Saint felt like a helpless little sheep.

"It's... it's Ye Xu..."

However, in order to deal with Ye Xu, he shouted.

"Ye Xu! Hehe... So it's him..."

Sword Devil smiled as if he knew Ye Xu.

Fei Long asked in surprise, "What is it? Senior Brother Sword Devil, do you know Ye Xu?"

Sword Devil grinned hideously. "I don't know him, but someone told me his name and asked me to kill him!"

Fei Long's eyes lit up. "Is that so?! That's just right, senior brother Sword Devil. Ye Xu is in Book Collecting Tower now. Go and kill him!"

Sword Devil sized up Fei Long and said, "Haha, you want to use someone else to kill him. Would I be so easily fooled?"

Sword Saint's face turned red and he murmured, "No... It's not like that... Senior Sword Devil... "

Sword Devil stared at Sword Saint Feilong with pity in his eyes.

" Don't worry, I will kill Ye Xu, because this man must die. As for you... help me increase the strength of my sword... "

"What?"

Sword Saint Feilong looked at Sword Devil in surprise. Before he could react, he felt a chill in his chest.

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

A cold chill spread across his entire body. The white bone sword seemed to have a life of its own as it crazily devoured his blood essence.

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

Sword Saint Feilong widened his eyes and looked at Sword Devil in disbelief.

Sword Devil walked to Sword Saint Feilong's side and looked at Sword Saint Feilong, who was slowly falling down, with a hideous smile on his face.

"Your sword intent, I won't be polite and accept it, hehe..."2

Sword Saint Feilong said weakly, "Why did you kill me..."

Sword Devil's bloodthirsty eyes locked onto Fei Long's eyes.

"Stupid human, do you really think I will use you as a gun?"

"Human... you..."

Fei Long stared at Sword Devil and keenly caught a word.

Sword Devil grinned hideously and said, "Haha, not bad, I did not say that I am a human. Let me tell you... I am a blood spirit, a sword blood spirit that specialized in devouring sword intent! Furthermore, the sword intent that you cultivate is the best nourishment for me! "

He suddenly opened his mouth and fiercely bit onto Fei Long's neck.

"Ah..."

Fei Long screamed in pain. His limbs began to shake. His eyes rolled up and his body began to wither.

In Sword Devil's eyes, sword intent kept flickering and interweaving.

The Holy Spirit Sword Technique's sword intent was quickly devoured by him.

"Bang..."

With a light sound, the flying dragon's body exploded and turned into ashes.

Sword Devil licked his lips in satisfaction. He moved his right hand and the white bone sword fell into his hand.

He looked at the white bone sword carefully, then suddenly turned his wrist.

"Swoosh..."

A blood-red sword Qi flew out of his hand. It was the first style of the Holy Spirit Sword Technique.

"En! Not bad, the power of Holy Spirit Sword Technique is indeed not bad, hahaha..."

Sword Devil started laughing wildly. He raised his head and looked down the mountain, his eyes were filled with a bloodthirsty light.

"Ye Xu, I'll let you live for a while longer. Now is not the time for me to make a move!"

After saying that, he laughed wildly, but he heard a cold voice coming from behind him.

"You people of Blood Clan, shouldn't you keep a low profile and alert Qin Xiaoyao? At that time, it will be bad for us to be implicated!"

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