"No! Didn't you say she is Mortal Immortal?"
"Heavenly Immortal Ninth Grade? So what?"
"A Heavenly Immortal Ninth Grade is so arrogant?"
Those Golden Immortal strong men were a little surprised when they saw Ye Xiaxuan's cultivation, but they didn't take it to heart.
No matter Mortal Immortal or Heavenly Immortal, under the crushing of realm, they are nothing!
"Miss Ye can also use a sword? Ling Juetian, I'll be the first one to teach you how to use a sword."
Ling Juetian is Third-Grade Golden Immortal, who is also a swordsman. He is the lucky one who gets the first one in the lottery.
Ye Xiaxuan raised his eyebrows, Sword Intent looked solemn.
Ling Juetian immediately sacrificed his fairy sword and said loudly, "This sword is called..."
"Clang!" The fairy sword that had just been sacrificed fell directly to the ground, completely out of Ling Juetian's control.
The surrounding Golden Immortal strong men all looked at Ling Juetian in surprise, not knowing why.
But soon, the sword fairies discovered a problem. They couldn't use Sword Intent at all.
As if being suppressed by something!
"Get up!" Ling Juetian used the sword technique, trying to control his fairy sword. After all, the scene just now was really embarrassing, but the fairy sword lay on the ground like a dead fish, unable to move.
Ye Xiaxuan looked at Ling Juetian coldly and sneered, "Are you here to make fun of me? Get out of here if you don't want to fight!"
Ling Juetian already felt that his sword energy could not be raised, but even so, as the first lucky person, how could he give up just like that.
"I have a sword that can move mountains..."
Ling Juetian decided to use what he had learned all his life, but when he picked up the fairy sword on the ground, the fairy sword broke and the sword spirit fell.
He held the hilt of the sword and was at a loss for a moment.
"Hahaha! Moving mountains? Moving! Do you think you are Chen Ping'an?" Ye Xiaxuan couldn't help but laugh. She now also realizes how incredible this Soul Severing in her hand is. It ignores realm and grade. As long as it is a sword, everyone will kneel down!
In front of her, it can be said that the Sword Immortal's combat effectiveness is at least reduced by half.
Soul Severing's sword spirit used his spiritual consciousness to say to Ye Xiaxuan, "Sword Master, please rest assured, this Soul Severing is the absolute king of swords in the world. As the sword master, no sword can hurt you."
Ye Xiaxuan couldn't help but asked curiously at this time, "What about Su Yi?"
"Don't be joking." Soul Severing was embarrassed.
Su Yi draws a sword?
Soul Severing is unbelievable, but in Soul Severing's opinion, Su Yi can break it with two fingers. It's boring to make such a joke.
"I don't believe it!" Ling Juetian roared angrily, disappeared on the spot, and struck Ye Xiaxuan with a palm.
Ye Xiaxuan's whole body was filled with sword energy, and he swung out a sword.
At this moment, her figure seemed to overlap with the shadow of Su Yi's sword drawn tens of thousands of years ago.
There is only one sword between heaven and earth!
Ling Juetian was indeed crushing Ye Xiaxuan in terms of realm, but with this sword move, his mind was invaded by Sword Intent.
Soul Severing Sword's pointed finger was between his eyebrows, but it didn't penetrate. Ling Juetian's liver and gallbladder were already broken.
He seemed to see a figure slaying the ancient beast with one sword.
Everything in the world is under this sword!
Ye Xiaxuan At first, she really thought about going on a killing spree, but when she actually started to take action, as a woman who rarely kills people, she inevitably stopped her sword at the last moment.
"Puff!" Ling Juetian's face was pale, his eyes had lost their luster, and he knelt slumped in front of Ye Xiaxuan.
Swordsman, you are nothing in front of Soul Severing.
"Go away! I'm too lazy to kill you! Next one!" Ye Xiaxuan felt that it was too relaxed and not satisfying. In her opinion, this sword relied more on Soul Severing's power.
After Ye Xiaxuan put away his sword, Ling Juetian breathed rapidly, stepped back hastily, and said, "Thank you Fairy Ye for not killing me!"
After saying that, Ling Juetian quickly ran away.
"Sword Master, if you want to scare these rubbish, you might as well let all the sword immortals come together! One sword will kill you in seconds, why waste so much time?" Soul Severing also felt that Ye Xiaxuan's cultivation and understanding of Sword Intent had been greatly improved, so he made such an arrogant suggestion.
"Is this okay? Are you sure I won't be beaten to death by them?" Ye Xiaxuan was a little worried.
After all, according to Soul Severing, the cultivation level of the people present is higher than hers, all the sword immortals together?
Is it too high-profile?
It doesn't matter if you are high-profile, but what if you are beaten to death?
"The sword master can completely trust me. Unless God Su takes action to suppress me, otherwise, even if Sage uses his sword, it can't do anything to you! It's just that you can't win."
"But these Little Gold immortals in front of me... this Soul Severing really doesn't take them seriously."
When Soul Severing followed Su Yi, the beasts he killed were all peerless beasts. Even Sage had not fought them before.
How awesome is Immortal-Slaying Sword Formation?
Shouldn't it be broken with a sword?
They are just a group of Little Gold immortals. With Ye Xiaxuan's current understanding of Sword Intent, one sword is enough!
Ye Xiaxuan took a deep breath, held Soul Severing in his hand, and said loudly, "Everyone here who uses a sword, please come together, so as not to waste everyone's time."
Yang Jian was originally looking at the exercises given by Su Yi. When he heard Ye Xiaxuan shouting like this, he couldn't help being stunned. He raised his head, looked at Su Yi and said, "Senior Su, is your lady too high-profile?"
After he said this subconsciously, he immediately realized that he had said it wrong.
Su Yi is sitting here, his wife can be as high-profile as she wants!
"Yang Jian means, do you need the younger generation to take action?" Yang Jian does not think that Su Yi wants to kill his wife to prove the truth. After all, with Su Yi's strength, there is no need to prove the truth, and Su Yi also specifically asked that if Ye Xiaxuan is in a life-or-death situation, he needs to save him.
Su Yi chewed melon seeds and said with a smile, "No need, she will be fine."
Yang Jian couldn't help but look in Ye Xiaxuan's direction.
Heavenly Immortal Ninth Grade?
This cultivation level is progressing too fast!
But even Heavenly Immortal Ninth Grade, in the face of so many Golden Immortal strong men, being so high-profile, might he be seeking death?
Look at Su Yi's indifferent look. He said it's okay, so it should be okay!
Ye Xiaxuan is so high-profile, how can those Golden Immortal masters tolerate it?
There are more than a thousand people present, at least five hundred of them are swordsmen. One person has one sword, and five hundred people are challenged. Is this a leapfrog challenge? It's more than arrogant?
You simply don't regard them as human beings!
Even if he can't use his sword or sword energy, if so many people attack at the same time, Ye Xiaxuan will definitely die without the protection of the alchemy furnace!
The sword immortals also realized that their sword energy could not be used, and the swords were all scrapped. But after Ye Xiaxuan said this, they all used other magic weapons one after another. After communicating with their spiritual consciousness, they all took action, trying to kill Ye Xiaxuan instantly!
"Huh? What should we do if they don't use swords?" Ye Xiaxuan was stunned.
Soul Severing's sword spirit quickly shouted, "Alchemy furnace!"
Ye Xiaxuan sacrificed the alchemy furnace again, and people hid inside.
I only heard the thunder outside the alchemy furnace. I swept it with my spiritual consciousness and saw the electric light interweaving outside. All the sword immortals who took action just now were all struck by the divine thunder and howled.
"Well, they broke their promise to duel, right?" Ye Xiaxuan hid in the alchemy furnace, feeling a little embarrassed.