"Demon... the top spiritual weapon of the Sword Pavilion is like this?" Ye Xiu frowned and looked at the Blood Evil Sword in his hand, a little disappointed. With his strength, it is naturally not difficult to see that after devouring nearly half of Yan Bingyun's essence and blood, the strength that burst out was only comparable to that of the warriors in the early stage of the Nascent Soul.

Accumulate energy for a long time...

Not worthy of a punch?

Ye Xiu was speechless. He thought it was so powerful, but he didn't expect it to be like a silver-like wax gun tip. If you look at it or not, you will only be scared by the name.

Boom!

When he heard his words "It's like this", the Blood Evil Sword stopped for a moment and began to struggle violently again, as if there was still a trace of consciousness desperately trying to convey it.

Very clear.

"Also... know to beg for mercy?" Ye Xiu was stunned for a moment, looking at the Blood Evil Sword with a strange look on his face. He didn't expect that this thing seemed to be really spiritual.

The blood sword "buzz", "buzz" shook a few times.

Extremely docile.

It was almost like flying up, acting like a puppy, rubbing his face. Yan Bingyun saw this scene and vomited blood. His eyes were red and glaring at the Blood Evil Sword. Are you a slut? I treat you like a uncle. You ignore me. Every time you want to use it, you have to feed it first. When it falls into that kid's hands, why are you not cold? You are so coquettish...

nausea.

Bad...skinny.

Not a thing.

Yan Bingyun was so angry that his face turned pale, and his fists were even clenched tightly, "Ku" and "Ku" sounded loudly. Ye Xiu didn't think so much. After his eyes stayed on the Blood Evil Sword for a moment, he shook his head and said, "The evil spirit is too heavy, like an underworld weapon, affecting the mind and nature. You have to feed your essence and blood first before using it, otherwise it would not be as good as Zhao Guoxian's soul-shaking bead. It's too cost-effective. I don't have so much essence and blood, and I'm wasted on you."

"Bang……"

Before the Blood Evil Sword can respond.

Ye Xiu's hand, with a slight force, he heard a "click" sound, and he immediately saw that the extremely sharp Blood Evil Sword was covered with cracks in an instant.

The sword body was also cracked.

"Little beast, do you dare to destroy my Blood Evil Sword?" Yan Bingyun roared, his eyes turned red, and his body couldn't stop trembling, as if he had been poached a whole piece of flesh. His head buzzed. If it weren't for the loss of more than half of his essence and blood, it would have been hard for him to stand up. Seeing that the Blood Evil Sword was destroyed, with his nature, he would probably have rushed up to fight Ye Xiu desperately.

"This is what humans die for money and birds die for food. They are almost gone, and they are still thinking about this broken sword." Ye Xiu sneered a few times, threw the fragments of the blood sword out, walked to Yan Bingyun, stepped on his chest, looked at him with a playful look, and joked, "Snatch my demon pill, and cut off my hands and feet. The Demon Sword Pavilion is really domineering. Master Yan Shao Pavilion, how do you want to die?"

"Senior Brother..."

Swish!

Seeing Yan Bingyun not only fell into the other party's hands, but was also trampled under his feet. When he suffered humiliation, all the sword cultivators' faces suddenly changed.

One by one, he looked at Ye Xiu anxiously, so scared that he didn't even dare to breathe.

Yan Bingyun lost.

How can the rest fight with him?
Chapter completed!