You have a good chance, I accept it.

Below, Di Jiang was anxious as he saw Ye Lin at a disadvantage. Ye Lin couldn't die. If Ye Lin died, he would lose everything.

The next moment, Di Jiang extracted a breath from Ye Lin and disappeared instantly. He was going to find Xiao Hong.

The purpose of extracting a breath was to make his words more convincing. After all, Xiao Hong had never seen him and would not believe his one-sided words.

Xiao Hong might swallow him in one gulp.

"Damn it."

Ye Lin barely managed to stabilize his spirit and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. His face was extremely ugly.

He was not Song Xiu's opponent at all. This guy needed to try his best to hit him with a single blow.

If he didn't have enough trump cards and rich combat experience, he might have died in Song Xiu's hands now.

The other two battlefields were not much better. Di Yuan was covered in blood, and Tian Yuan even had one arm blown up.

The two of them were not opponents at the level of a half-step Tianjun.

"Die."

Song Xiu attacked Ye Lin again. His patience had been exhausted by Ye Lin. Now he wanted to deal with Ye Lin and then crush the three little ants in the underground palace to death.

The things inside were all the Lord's things. If one of them was lost, the Lord would be extremely angry. He could not bear the Lord's anger.

"Second turn, open."

Without thinking, Ye Lin directly turned the "I Am the Only One in the World" technique to the second turn, doubling it on the basis of the first turn.

At the same time, Ye Lin's body was directly covered by fiery red flames, and a bird's cry resounded through the world.

"Two cups of combat power increase, heaven-level spiritual fire?"

"You have a lot of trump cards."

Song Xiu looked at Ye Lin, whose momentum suddenly rose a lot, and his face was very different. The weak little ants in front of him really had a lot of trump cards.

"Bloodthirsty Demon Sword, out."

Ye Lin waved his hand, and a blood-red long sword appeared in Ye Lin's hand.

The moment he saw the bloodthirsty demon sword, Song Xiu's face changed drastically.

"Bloodthirsty Demon Sword? How is it possible? How could you have this sword?"

Song Xiu stopped his next move and questioned Ye Lin. This bloodthirsty demon sword was an absolute taboo in the ancient times.

Generally, cultivators would be scared to death just by hearing this, because the owner of this sword is a truly omnipotent person.

"No, it's just a sword. No, maybe..."

The next moment, Song Xiu suppressed his fear, and then his eyes were full of greed. Since that person was dead, as long as he killed Ye Lin, it meant that the bloodthirsty demon sword was his?

That person's sword was about to become his own? Just thinking about it made people excited.

"Die for me."

A black and purple spear appeared in Song Xiu's hand. Ye Lin's current state deserved his seriousness.

Suddenly, Ye Lin and Song Xiu fought together. In one second, the two could fight hundreds or thousands of times.

With all the trump cards out and full firepower, Ye Lin could barely fight Song Xiu in front of him to a draw.

Of course, this is only temporary. Once the effect of the second transformation is gone and his spiritual energy is drained by the Phoenix Fire, he will become a dead soul under Song Xiu's spear.

"Tongtian, die."

Song Xiu's face turned cold, and black and purple spiritual energy rolled all over his body, making him a peerless demon.

A long spear that penetrated the sky and the earth rushed directly towards Ye Lin, and the surrounding space was shattered like a mirror, with an extremely powerful force.