Opening: Me, I become stronger when I am beaten!

In Tianjian Pavilion, everything was quiet, and almost everyone was silent, not daring to make any movement.

The holy one glanced among the crowd, especially his eyes stayed on the pavilion master for a moment.

Ye Chen was standing outside the sword mound holding the Xuantian Jiuli sword in his hand. He was already ready to fight just now. If these high-level officials backed down, they would immediately fight against them.

But now that the Holy Lord released his aura to suppress everyone, a fight was avoided.

"let's go."

The saint said a word lightly.

The two left Tianjian Pavilion, flying in the air, and soon left the sight of everyone in Tianjian Pavilion.

Up to this moment, all the high-level officials in Tianjian Pavilion were heartbroken, losing the divine sword, which was a great loss for Tianjian Pavilion.

"Pavilion Master, we just let him go like this?" The old man walked over and asked, obviously still not convinced.

"Otherwise? Is it possible that you still have to catch up and intercept the two of them?" The Pavilion Master replied angrily.

Hearing this, Ge Lao quickly shook his head like a rattle.

The strength of the Holy Lord is obvious to all. Looking at the entire Nanlitian, there is no one who is qualified to fight him. Even in the entire Jiuchongtian, few people dare to offend him.

If he stepped forward to intercept him, he would be asking for his own death.

"Pavilion Master, what should we do then? The Xuantian Jiuli Sword was left behind by our master. The Heavenly Sword Pavilion was built here to enclose this sword mound in the garrison. Today, someone took away the divine sword. , isn’t my Tianjian Pavilion ashamed of my master?”

"That's right, we can make concessions in other things, but how can we make concessions with the Excalibur? We can't just sit and watch it fall into the hands of others!"

Several high-level officials were heartbroken and determined to regain the Excalibur.

But the pavilion master never thought about it, but he knew the strength of the Holy Land, and going there rashly would not only be of no use, but would be seeking his own death.

He waved his hand and said impatiently: "Okay, stop talking, don't I want to take back the Excalibur? But what can I do?"

Speaking of ways, everyone looked at each other in blank dismay at this time, but they had no idea.

Ever since Ye Chen broke the shock absorber of a hundred people in Tianjian Pavilion and was able to enter and exit freely, he seemed to have become the nemesis of Tianjian Pavilion.

Now they not only have nothing to do, but also lose their guts and dare not take risks lightly, because the consequences will be serious.

"Since you all can't figure out a way, don't come to ask me. Wait for you to figure out a way, and then come to me."

As the pavilion master said, he walked into the room on his own, ignoring other things.

Just when he was about to pour himself a cup of tea, he suddenly found a man in black sitting on his chair. Not only was he dressed in black, but his face was so dark that he couldn't see clearly.

There is only a pair of eyes that are as deep as an abyss, and people dare not look at them for fear of being overwhelmed.

The pavilion master gasped on the spot, but he recognized the person.

"You are the Ninth Devil!"

"Yes, the answer is correct, and there is a reward."

As the Ninth Demon said, he took out a black porcelain bottle from his pocket and put it on the table.

"This is the Demon Emperor's Blood Pill. After swallowing it, it can exert ten times its power within a certain period of time. It is unique to my Evil Emperor's Sect. It is very precious."

He got up slowly and paced the room.

"I know what Holy Land has done. I can't say it's too much deceit. It should be said that there is no justice at all. Even as a demon, I feel chilling for you."

Hearing these words, the pavilion master was a little surprised.

As we all know, the people in the Demon Sect are scheming, and they are not trustworthy, and it is common for people in the right way to deal with them, and it is easy to suffer if they are not careful.

So he was also quite puzzled, whether there would be any conspiracy in it.

After a while, he said calmly: "You want to use my hand to deal with the Holy Land?"

The Ninth Demon didn't argue. He nodded slightly and said, "Yes, our common enemy is the Holy Land. I'm not interested in anything else in the Holy Land. I only want Ye Chen!"

Above the sky, two streamers of light run through Changhong and fly across the sky quickly.

Shengzun and Ye Chen were flying in the sky, breaking through the sound barrier.

When he came to a wilderness, the Holy Venerable suddenly slowed down and gradually stopped.

"Master, what's wrong?"

Ye Chen asked suspiciously.

He looked around and found nothing.

And this time, nothing should be forgotten.

The Holy Lord looked at Ye Chen and said, "How did you gain from the trial at the Sword Tomb this time?"

"It's a good harvest." Ye Chen responded with cupped hands.

"Since you have gained a lot, why don't you show me your achievements." The Holy One said.

Hearing this, Ye Chen hesitated slightly.

From the looks of it, this meant to exchange ideas, otherwise they would not have chosen to stop in such a wilderness.

It should be because he was worried that using martial arts would damage the surrounding environment, so he came here.

To be honest, Ye Chen was really worried. He had just learned a new magic technique and hadn't practiced it yet.

He tactfully said: "Master, I'm not very proficient yet, why don't I show it to Master after I practice for a while?"

Hearing this, the Holy Master smiled lightly, and said: "Don't worry, just take a shot, let me see how strong you are, you can rest assured, you can't hurt me."

Having reached this point, Ye Chen stopped being pretentious. He bowed his hands and saluted, and then quickly drew out a long sword.

This is just an ordinary long sword. He is worried that using the divine sword to cast divine spells will be too powerful. Even if it is as strong as the Holy One, it will not be able to receive it without injury.

"Master, accept the move."

Ye Chen swung the long sword and quickly pulled out a sword flower, and then his aura increased sharply, and his whole body was wrapped in a strong sword intent.

He raised his long sword and pointed it directly at the sky, then quickly extracted the aura of the surrounding world and injected it into the sword.

"Heavenly Sword Technique!"

With a single swing of the sword, it has the potential to sweep away thousands of troops. The sword is like a rainbow, and the monstrous sword energy is about to sweep everything.

Seeing the sword piercing through Changhong, Shengzun's pupils shrank on the spot, and a few drops of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

It was only now that he felt Ye Chen's true strength. Such a sword, even if it was as strong as the saint himself, still felt a lot of oppression.

But he didn't want to dodge, lest he lose face, so he had no choice but to grit his teeth and hold on, raising his hand to catch the sword.

The air wave was overwhelming, and the aftermath swept around. The Holy One stepped back half a step, which meant that the internal organs had been impacted to a certain extent.

But he still gritted his teeth and continued to fight until the time for a cup of tea passed. The two of them had passed dozens of moves. At this time, the meridians in Shengzun's body were disordered and he had been severely impacted.

He nodded in satisfaction to Ye Chen, and said, "It's not bad, it really has a bit of my demeanor back then."