Pirates: Get the Ice Demon Slayer Magic at the beginning

Xueyan struggled to stand up from the ground, his face pale, but his eyes were still unwilling. A cold snort suddenly came from behind him, shaking the air around him.

"enough!"

A majestic voice resounded throughout the venue, and Blood Blade Sect Elder Zhao Qingtian stepped out. He was wearing a red and black robe, with a head of white hair that was meticulously combed, and the wrinkles on his face seemed to be carved with a knife, showing the accumulation of years. His eyes were as sharp as a knife, scanning the entire venue, and finally stopped at Ye Fan, his brows were furrowed, and his face was full of anger.

"How can a nameless young man like you harm my Blood Blade Sect's Young Master at will?" Zhao Qingtian's voice was like thunder, with overwhelming momentum, "You must pay the price for this today!"

With every step Zhao Qingtian took, the spiritual energy in the air gathered towards him like a tide, and the people around him felt that their chests were pressed and they couldn't breathe. His cultivation was surprisingly at the half-step saint realm, and the powerful pressure enveloped the whole place, making people feel terrified.

"Elder..." Xue Yan spoke weakly, with a trace of shame and unwillingness in his eyes. He was unwilling to fail, but he was even more unwilling to see the elders give him a reason to attack.

Zhao Qingtian ignored his meaning and just stared at Ye Fan coldly, with blood-colored aura lingering around him, like a demon from purgatory. He raised his hand, and the rich blood energy condensed in his palm, revealing a blood-red long sword.

"Anyone who hurts someone from the Blood Blade Sect will only die!" Zhao Qingtian's voice was cold and ruthless. He raised the long sword in his hand high and pointed it at Ye Fan.

Just as Zhao Qingtian was about to make his move, a clear voice interrupted his movements: "Zhao Qingtian, is the rule of your Blood Blade Sect to bully the weak? How about we have a duel?"

A figure slowly walked out of the crowd. It was Lin Dezhao, the elder of the Lin family. He was dressed in a green robe and had an elegant demeanor. Although he did not have the violent aura of Zhao Qingtian, he had a gentle and calm demeanor. His steps were steady, and his eyes were filled with cold majesty. He was not afraid of Zhao Qingtian's pressure at all.

Zhao Qingtian's eyes narrowed and he snorted coldly, "Lin Dezhao, are you from the Lin family planning to interfere in the affairs of my Blood Blade Sect?"

Lin Dezhao smiled slightly, but his eyes did not retreat at all: "Ye Fan is now a guest of our Lin family, and even more so the future star of our Lin family. You, the people of the Blood Blade Sect, challenged first, but now you want to bully others by taking advantage of your power. Do you think this is justified?"

Zhao Qingtian said in a cold voice: "Ye Fan has good talent, but can your Lin family protect him for a while, or for a lifetime? This kind of talent will sooner or later become his death warrant!"

Lin Dezhao laughed loudly upon hearing this: "How can a member of my Lin family be afraid of your Blood Blade Sect? Zhao Qingtian, don't waste time talking. Since you want to fight, why don't we fight and let me see if your Blood Blade Sect is as strong as it deserves!"

After saying this, his aura suddenly changed, and a powerful spiritual energy wave burst out from his body, immediately competing with Zhao Qingtian's pressure.

The two elders' eyes clashed in the air, and the fluctuations of spiritual energy collided like a tide, distorting the air around them. Zhao Qingtian snorted coldly and took the lead. He suddenly swung the blood-colored long sword in his hand, and a sharp blood-colored blade light went straight to Lin Dezhao.

Lin Dezhao raised his hand and a green barrier unfolded in front of him. The blood-qi blade slashed on the barrier, making a harsh roar, but failed to shake it at all. He focused his eyes and clapped his hands. The green barrier turned into a green dragon phantom and rushed straight towards Zhao Qingtian.

"A mere trifle!" Zhao Qingtian sneered and swung the blood-red sword in his hand. The blade light condensed from blood and energy was like a hurricane, chopping the green dragon's phantom into pieces.

The two attacked mercilessly, and the fierce collision of spiritual power made the surrounding audience retreat involuntarily, fearing that they would be affected. However, Lin Dezhao seemed calm and unhurried. He moved his fingers slightly, and a stream of green sword energy swept towards Zhao Qingtian like a meteor, and each sword energy contained extremely strong penetrating power.

Zhao Qingtian frowned, obviously feeling the pressure. He swung the blood knife violently, shattering all the sword energy, but his face turned slightly pale, and it was obvious that this series of attacks was not easy for him.

"Lin Dezhao, you hid it well enough!" Zhao Qingtian said gritting his teeth, with a trace of fear in his eyes.

Lin Dezhao smiled faintly: "Zhao Qingtian, if you continue this battle, it will only make the Blood Blade Sect lose face. If you are unwilling to let go of your obsession, then my Lin family can only accompany you to the end!"

Zhao Qingtian was silent for a moment, and finally snorted coldly: "Lin family, you are awesome! But we in the Blood Blade Sect will not let go of today's matter. I, Zhao Qingtian, will remember Ye Fan!"

After the battle, Lin Dezhao walked back to Ye Fan with an admiring smile on his face: "Boy, your alchemy skills are amazing, and your fighting ability is also good. But remember, this world is full of strong people. If you want to really gain a foothold, you still have a long way to go."

Ye Fan nodded, his heart was calm. He knew that the road he was going to take was destined to be full of thorns, but his goal was always clear, and strength was the only thing he could rely on to gain a foothold.

Ye Fan sat cross-legged on the stone bed, quietly regulating his breathing and circulating his spiritual power to repair his injuries. His face was still pale, his breath was disordered, and the spiritual power in his body was surging like a river but difficult to reconcile. His brows were furrowed, and it was obvious that the injuries left by the battle were far more serious than they appeared.

"Boy, you really have a good talent. If it were someone else, they would have collapsed from this kind of injury." The Demon Emperor's voice pierced into Ye Fan's mind like a needle, with a hint of a sinister smile.

"Shut up." Ye Fan frowned, not hiding his impatience, "You'd better behave yourself, or don't blame me for telling you to shut up forever."

The Demon Emperor sneered, his tone becoming more contemptuous: "Be content? Haha, do you think you still have this ability? During this period of time, my soul power has recovered 70% to 80%, and what about you? You are seriously injured and dying, and your spiritual power is weak. This is a godsend opportunity."

A violent storm suddenly arose in Ye Fan's sea of ​​consciousness, and the Demon Emperor's soul power surged out like a torrent, directly rushing towards Ye Fan's soul core.

"Demon Emperor! How dare you!" Ye Fan's face suddenly changed, and he immediately concentrated all his mental power to try to stop the Demon Emperor's attack. But at this moment, he was seriously injured, and his spiritual power was far less than usual, so he could only barely resist the surging invasion.

The Demon Emperor laughed loudly, and the power of his soul hit Ye Fan's sea of ​​​​soul like a violent storm. Ye Fan's soul core was shaken to the point of being shaky, as if it would collapse at any time.

"Boy, I've said it before, you are just my vessel! These days, I've watched you grow step by step, just for the opportunity to take over my body today!" The Demon Emperor's voice roared in Ye Fan's sea of ​​​​consciousness, with endless greed and excitement.

Ye Fan gritted his teeth and gathered his spiritual power desperately, turning it into a barrier to block the Demon Emperor. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he felt like he was falling into an ice cellar, but his eyes remained firm: "Want to take over my body? Are you worthy!"

"Whether I am worthy or not is not up to you!" The Demon Emperor sneered, and his soul power turned into countless spikes, which madly attacked Ye Fan's barrier. Every impact made the barrier weaker and almost broke.

Ye Fan felt his sea of ​​consciousness shaking violently, and his consciousness gradually blurred, but he refused to relax. He knew that once the Demon Emperor broke through the barrier, his body would become his prey.

In the sea of ​​​​gods, a golden light suddenly flashed, and Ye Fan's soul core emitted a strong glow, as if responding to his will. The golden light formed an illusory long sword and suddenly slashed at the soul power of the Demon Emperor.

"If you want to take my body, you should first ask this sword of mine whether it agrees or not!" Ye Fan's voice was sonorous and powerful, carrying endless anger and indomitable spirit.

The Demon Emperor was stunned for a moment, then snorted coldly: "Boy, I didn't expect you to have a trump card. But do you think you can stop me with just this little trick?"

The soul power of the Demon Emperor turned into a blood-red ocean, madly devouring Ye Fan's golden light. The two forces collided in the sea of ​​​​gods, stirring up countless waves.

Ye Fan gritted his teeth, endured the severe pain of his soul being torn apart, and poured all his will into the golden sword. His eyes were cold, and his voice was low but firm: "Demon Emperor, I admit that you are indeed very strong, but you can't take my body away!"

The soul confrontation lasted for a long time, and both sides were already at the end of their strength. Ye Fan's soul power was almost exhausted, and the soul power of the Demon Emperor also seemed dim.

At this moment, the Demon Emperor suddenly stopped his attack, with a hint of helplessness and coldness in his voice: "Boy, I admit that I underestimated you. Your will is stronger than I thought. In this case, why should we fight to the death?"

Ye Fan sneered: "Why, you want to negotiate terms just because you can't win?"

"Hmph, you're smart. You and I are now in a situation where both of us will suffer. If you continue, your soul will completely collapse, and I will not be spared. It's better to cooperate." There was a hint of cunning in the Demon Emperor's voice, "If you want to become a strong man, I can help you. I have countless training experiences and secret techniques. If you are willing to accept me, we can win together."

Ye Fan looked at the Demon Emperor coldly, with deep vigilance in his eyes: "Cooperation? Why should I trust you?"

The Demon Emperor smiled faintly: "Believe it or not. But if I really wanted to harm you, would you still be standing here now?"

Ye Fan was silent for a moment, and finally spoke slowly: "Okay, I agree to cooperate with you. But remember, I am the leader. If I find any unusual movements of yours, I don't mind dying with you!"

The Demon Emperor smiled, his voice low and meaningful: "Don't worry, I cherish my life more than you do."

Ye Fan slowly opened his eyes, with a hint of coldness in his eyes. He could feel that the Demon Emperor's soul power had retreated to a safe range and no longer posed a threat to his sea of ​​​​consciousness.

"Ye Fan, what happened today is a lesson. If I didn't have a bottom line in my heart, you would have been possessed long ago." The Demon Emperor's voice was cold, "Remember, without sufficient strength, everything is empty talk."

Ye Fan took a deep breath and sneered: "Don't worry, I will become strong enough. By then, you will also find that I never need your pity."

The Demon Emperor snorted and said nothing more.

Ye Fan sat cross-legged and began to practice again. He knew that this game with the Demon Emperor was just the beginning, and he had to become stronger to truly control his own destiny.