Super Tiandao Academy

Chapter 920 How to Win Me
"This is the clothes of the grandson of Wanlong Sword Emperor. If he hadn't taken off this robe and was busy fooling around with the scum of Qianlong Demon Cult in the grove, I wouldn't have killed him with a single sword." Ye Mao said.

"Killing my nephew will be the stupidest thing you, a lowly blood slave, will do in your life. I will kill you, a dirty beast." The Purple Lion Sword Master immediately attacked, unleashing a rain of purple lightning swords, attacking with all his strength.

Ye Mao was enraged by those words of Blood Slave, stepped on the god boots, crossed the void, and appeared behind the Purple Lion Sword Master in an instant.

The 360 ​​five orifices in his body suddenly opened, and a mighty and incomparable stegosaurus rushed out, and then merged into the Abi sword in his hand.

Ye Mao slashed down with a sword.

"boom!"

With a loud noise, the Purple Lion Sword Master crashed into a thousand-foot-high mountain, and the mountain collapsed in an instant, with earth and rocks flying and dust billowing, creating chaos.

The Purple Lion Sword Master was intact, but the Wanlong Saint Robe was torn open, and the dragon shadow in it fell into a deep sleep. No matter how hard he tried to move it, there was no response.

"If that's your reliance, everything should be over." Ye Mao approached in an instant, and slashed down with a sword.

The Purple Lion Sword Master activated the Thunder Spirit Body to the extreme, and attracted many lightning bolts from the sky, entangled on the sword, and slashed out with a single sword. The thunder light was dazzling, tearing Ye Mao's sword net.

"The difference in level is here. You, a lowly blood slave, can't possibly kill me. You are only worthy of being trampled to death by me." The Purple Lion Sword Master strikes again, and this sword is even more stormy. , the thunder and lightning became more violent.

"Poodle, die!" A golden lotus appeared under Ye Mao's feet. With the appearance of this golden lotus, his aura instantly merged with the heaven and the earth.

With one stroke of his long sword, a red chain of laws appeared in the burst of holy light. The chain was so strong and solid that it made everyone present gasp.

With this sword strike, the Purple Lion Sword Master's attack was as fragile as a piece of thin paper, and it collapsed instantly, leaving a long wound on his body.

The aggressive, erosive, and extremely cold Shura sword energy swarmed along the wound, wreaking havoc in his body.

"Damn it!" The healing elixir swallowed by the Purple Lion Sword Master had no effect at all, and the sword energy swallowed even the medicine's power, so he could only suppress and refine the sword energy with all his strength.

"Take another trick from me!" Ye Mao pressed on every step of the way, colliding with him more than ten times.

"boom!"

In the No.13 collision, the Purple Lion Sword Master was sent flying again, smashing more than 100 towering trees, which turned into dust and flew away with the wind.

"Ah..." Many bones of the Purple Lion Sword Master were broken, and he tried desperately to heal his wounds, feeling extremely aggrieved.

He is the disciple of Wanlong Sword Emperor, the number one master in Jianyu City, the aloof Purple Lion Sword Master, an invincible existence in the same realm.

No one in Sword Rain City knows his reputation.

But now he was beaten up in front of so many people by a blood slave in the early stage of the Holy Realm.

Shame, shame!
The purple lion sword master's aggrieved eyes were red. He tried his best to lose his cultivation base and used taboo secret techniques.

His hair turned into an evil purple, and the 12 pores all over his body were emitting lightning, and the stubborn Shura sword energy in his body was instantly purified.

"You lowly and filthy blood slave, how are you worthy of defeating me? Go to hell!" The purple lion sword and saint sword merged into one, and in the howling wind and rain, he turned into an extremely huge thunder sword, galloping towards him, Cut off brazenly.

"Panming Lake, manifest!"

Ye Mao drank, and a tenth of this vast and ancient largest lake in the Taixu Realm manifested under his feet.

As he drew his long sword, the water in the lake was rapidly compressed, turning into extremely condensed water droplets, flowing crystal clear and shining brightly, exuding a moon-like pure brilliance.

They turned into raindrops, and the red law chains flowed clatteringly, bursting out with supreme power, attacking the Purple Lion Sword Master overwhelmingly.

"Boom bang bang..."

The huge thunder sword was continuously pierced by the raindrops, making holes one after another, and finally it couldn't sustain it and collapsed.

There were blood holes in Zishi Sword Master's body, and he couldn't control his body. He fell like a meteorite and hit the ground. With him as the center, the ground continued to collapse.

"Ah..." The Purple Lion Sword Master howled unwillingly.

That was his strongest blow, and he used that blow to injure a monk in the Dzogchen period of the saint.

He didn't seek to kill that lowly blood slave with a single sword, but only wished to severely injure that damned beast.

But what happened, he was seriously injured.

His self-esteem, arrogance, everything was ravaged at this moment.

"Why is that lowly and filthy blood slave so terrifying?" The Purple Lion Sword Master couldn't accept it.

He is a top-notch swordsman, but he is so vulnerable to Ye Mao.

At this moment, he really realized what Ye Maodu's Nine Tribulations meant.

But the more he understood, the more uncomfortable he felt, his heart was cut like a knife, and blood gushed from his mouth.

"Whoosh..."

Sword gangs carrying a strong sense of death struck from behind at the same time as drops of sword rain.

Ye Mao urged the Heavenly Stepping God Boots and disappeared in an instant. He managed to avoid those sword rains, but was injured by a deadly sword and injured his shoulder.

A three-inch-long gash appeared on the shoulder, like dry bark, which had lost its vitality.

Ye Mao looked at the attacker with a gloomy face. The one who attacked the sword rain was Wen Lan Sword Master, a scholar in white who had chased and killed him, a mid-stage saint monk.

As for the person who injured his shoulder, it was the dead sword master from the Sima family, and this person was a late-stage saint.

"Dog, dare to sneak up on me!" Ye Mao felt the pain from his shoulder, and was furious in his heart, "Damn it!"

Holding the Abi sword, he rushed forward like a blue dragon, and the holy power spread throughout his body, and 36 drops of star rain evolved on top of his head.

In these star showers, there are phantoms of large stars. They are blessed by the water of Panming Lake, and the bursts of star light are dazzling and dazzling, illuminating thousands of miles, covering the mountains, rivers, plants and trees with a layer of starlight.

"Enter my sword domain, everything will perish, and everything will disappear!" Withered Sword Master's face darkened, holding a high-grade holy sword, and the sword light shot out, turning into sword symbols one after another.

The sword talisman floated around him, emitting a gray light, forming a unique sword domain.

As soon as the sword field was completed, the Withering Sword Master showed a relaxed expression, and said proudly: "Ye Xuenu, my Sima family's Withering Sword Field is unique in the world, no matter how powerful your attack is, you can't hurt me One hair."

However, this invincible withering sword domain immediately collapsed as soon as it came into contact with the 36 star rain.

The Sword Master of Withering Death flew out from the beating and hit the ground like a rag bag. His whole body was in dilapidated flesh and blood. The holy blood gushed out like a spring, and his aura weakened rapidly.

"This, how is this possible..." Withered Sword Master watched from the side, always felt that the Purple Lion Sword Master was too weak and too weak, that's why Ye Mao was allowed to show his prestige.

But after he left the stage, he felt the terror of this person just by meeting him. Ye Mao was approaching, and death came just like that.

(End of this chapter)