Chapter 405: With One Sword, the Tyrant Ancestor Fell

"Join the Sword Cloud Sect?"

Ye Yun was slightly stunned, not expecting that the woman in white would make such an unexpected invitation.

"Thank you for your kindness. Although I am a casual cultivator, I already have a goal to pursue above the sword. I am really not suitable to join any sect."

Ye Yun declined politely and politely.

Except for the Shenlong Sect, there is no other sect in the world that can attract him.

Even gods-king-level forces were looked down upon by him.

"That's because I was abrupt."

The woman in white showed an apologetic smile, opened her lips lightly, and let out a breath.

It seems that this mysterious sword cultivator from other regions will not only join the Sword Cloud Sect, but also will not join any other forces.

He belongs to that kind of aloof person like a wandering cloud and wild crane.

For such a character, the woman in white also admires him very much.

So instead of continuing to dissuade her, she made an excuse and left quickly.

"Go back to the house and rest."

Ye Yun turned around and said lightly.

He and Netherblood Qingmulong each entered two different rooms, and then began to practice one after another.

For Ye Yun.

He is now about to break through to the divine realm and does not need to practice, so he only practices other magical powers.

After the Dark Blood Green Wood Dragon entered the divine soil, he was greatly stimulated. Instead, he practiced extremely hard and absorbed the spiritual energy in the divine soil crazily.

Bamboo Tower in Houshan.

The woman in white suddenly appeared here.

"Master, the mysterious young sword cultivator has also come and brought a baby dragon. I asked him about his wishes. It is really a pity that he accidentally joined any sect."

The woman in white said this with a regretful expression on her face.

The master praised this mysterious sword cultivator very much. If he can join the Sword Cloud Sect, he will definitely be the second outstanding person like the master in the future.

"It doesn't matter. The mental perseverance of these geniuses of swordsmanship is far beyond the comparison of ordinary people. Everything depends on chance and must not be forced."

The sword master's voice came faintly from the depths of the attic.

Although she was a little regretful that this swordsman genius did not join the Sword Cloud Sect, she did not take it seriously.

She only had this idea temporarily out of pity for her talent.

In addition to the past events in his heart, Jian Zun has been passionate about the practice of swordsmanship throughout his life.

Sword Master is also extremely confident in his own swordsmanship.

Within a hundred years.

She will definitely step into the semi-god realm.

Within a thousand years.

She is confident that she will succeed in reaching the Divine Realm.

call……

The woman in white took a breath after hearing her master's words, then turned and left.

At this time, there was still a long queue at the foot of the mountain of Jianyun Sect.

Countless disciples of the Sword Cloud Sect were busy receiving monks from all the major forces in the Great Luo Domain.

A few dozen miles to the southeast from the small courtyard where Ye Yun lived, there was also a row of houses.

At this moment, two old men were sitting in a pavilion in the courtyard, drinking heavily. One looked depressed and kept drinking; the other kept comforting him.

Right now.

A figure flew over quickly from a distance.

"Ancestor, that person is here."

This was a middle-aged man at the tenth level of the True God Realm. He fell nearby and suddenly knelt down in front of an old man in green robes.

"What are you talking about? Who could come to make such a fuss over you?"

The old man in green robe took a sip of wine, narrowed his eyelids, looked at the man kneeling at his feet, and asked sternly.

"Ancestor, the mysterious young man in white who killed the sect leader now lives near us, in the ninth courtyard of Tianzihao."

The middle-aged man said in a trembling voice. He was extremely excited at the moment and his face was red.

When he learned the news, he immediately rushed over to report to his ancestor.

The ancestor of the Tyrant Sect was furious after learning the news of the death of the sect leader, and immediately went out to search for him.

Unexpectedly, the young man in white seemed to have disappeared from the world and could never be found again.

When he thought that the Heaven-Sacrifice Ceremony of Jianyun Sect was about to begin, the Tyrant Ancestor came to Jianyun Sect and tried his luck to see if he could meet the young man in white.

After all, the young man in white bought a five-clawed golden dragon at the gold and jade auction house.

In all likelihood, they are here to give gifts to the Jianyun Sect.

The result is really what we have been waiting for.

Patian Ancestor suddenly stood up, with a ferocious expression and overwhelming arrogance. He turned around and prepared to fly to the courtyard of Tianzi No. 9.

"Brother Ba Tian Dao, this is the Sword Cloud Sect. If you take action, will you incur the wrath of the Sword Master?"

An old man in red on the opposite side said quickly.

"This son killed the leader of my Tyrant Sect and has an sworn hatred with my sect. Now that my enemy is right next to me, how can I not retaliate?"

Ba Tian Ancestor said angrily.

"Brother Dao, I once owed you a favor. This time I will help you take action together, so that the noise caused by this can be minimized."

The old man in red sighed and stood up.

"That's great! Thank you so much, Brother Dao!"

Ancestor Tyrant was overjoyed.

He invited this Taoist brother who was similar in strength to him, intending to find a helper.

Both of them are at the ninth level of the Divine Sovereign Realm. If they can't take down a small fifth-level Divine Sovereign Realm.

Then they would have no shame in living.

The two powerful men in the Divine Lord Realm hit it off immediately and immediately flew towards Tianzi No. 9 Courtyard.

Arriving at the entrance of the small courtyard, the old man in red suddenly stretched out his hand, and more than a dozen formation flags immediately flew out, surrounding the entire small courtyard.

In an instant, a large formation rose up and surrounded the entire small courtyard, preventing any breath from leaking out.

"Brother Dao, you really have thought more carefully than me."

Ancestor Ba Tian clasped his hands in his fists and showed a grateful smile.

The old man in red smiled and shook his head.

The two people flashed and entered the courtyard.

"People inside, get out!"

Due to the protection of the large formation, Patian Patriarch immediately let out a roar as soon as he entered.

"Who is so ignorant that he would take the initiative to die?"

Ye Yun, who was practicing, suddenly smiled and opened his eyes.

He opened the door and walked out.

In the courtyard, there were two old men, one green and one red, standing at the ninth level of the Divine Lord Realm.

"There aren't many people in the Great Luo Domain who have a grudge against me. You old guy, you should be from the Tyrant Sect, right?"

Ye Yun put his hands behind his back, looked at the old man in green robe, and asked with a calm smile.

"Good boy, you are still so arrogant when you are about to die. It seems that you really don't take the monks of Daluo Realm seriously."

The Tyrant Ancestor roared angrily, his energy and blood steaming all over his body, and an aura as powerful as the ocean immediately pressed towards Ye Yun.

At the same time, he shook his hands, and two black sledgehammers appeared in his hands, making the majestic aura of the Tyrant Ancestor even more astonishing.

"I killed one Kui Niu Tyrant Body, and now another one is here. Isn't it too long to live?"

Ye Yun smiled lightly and drew out the silver sword.

In the void.

Suddenly, a thin silver sword light appeared without warning.

This sword light was so fast that it was unimaginable.

It instantly fell between the brows of Patian Ancestor.

Ancestor Tyrant's eyes widened, as if they were about to bulge out. He watched helplessly as a thin sword light struck between his eyebrows, without even reacting at all.

A red line between his eyebrows suddenly expanded.

puff!

A stream of blood mixed with white brain matter surged out.

Immediately, the body of the Tyrant Ancestor also split apart, split in two from the middle, and a large amount of blood spurted out, dyeing the void red.

With one sword, the Tyrant Ancestor fell.

When the old man in red next to him saw this scene, the hairs all over his body stood up, and a huge panic came over him instantly.

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