"So strong, a sword!" The elder looked at Ye Wuse, and his eyes were no longer as confident or as frivolous as before. He became so sad and so lonely.

Although he finally saved his life by replacing the Holy Soul Pearl and did not lose all his cultivation, the spirit roots of the Holy Pearl were greatly damaged, but he was afraid that he could not even save his cultivation at the Heavenly Saint Realm, and there was no possibility of recovery. His fate was exactly the same as Zhu Tianxiao and the other two before.

"I admit it. In fact, with your strength, if you use other sword skills, I may not be able to defeat you. Even if you win, you will not be so easy. Even if you lose, you should not be injured like this. But it's a pity that you have to use this sword." Ye Wuse shook his head and turned away. The four holy beads between his eyebrows and the holy soul beads behind him also quietly dissipated.

Although his expression was still so calm and calm, with a little sadness and a faint sorrow, his short hair that had just grown out seemed so elegant and outspoken. Even though he was only at the fourth level of Tiansheng, his whole body exuded the style of a peerless strong man.

Even the disciples of the Crazy Sword Sect who should have hated him to the core were full of fascination and could not have any hatred.

So Miss Luo looked at him and became even more envious.

"Puff!" The elder looked at Ye Wuse's figure who left calmly, as if he was thinking about something, suddenly understood something, and then he squirted out a blood mist and fell to the ground with a bang. His eyes were filled with regret.

He finally understood where he lost. When it comes to cultivation, the two of them are both fourth-level Tiansheng, and they seem to be indistinguishable from each other, but Ye Wuse is much younger after all, so how can he be as deep as his thousands of years of hard work. If he directly uses the most powerful offensive like Zhu Tianxiao, he may firmly suppress Ye Wuse and win the final victory.

But unfortunately, he chose the wonderful sword with thousands of sword shadows. If the opponent was Bai Fatty or Luo Enen, he would probably not be able to resist his extremely wonderful sword, but Ye Wuse was different from them. Judging from the sword he had just now, his most powerful is his spiritual consciousness, which is so powerful that even he is unable to match. His sword that is said to be extremely wonderful, and his changing sword shadows, how could there be any mystery in his eyes?

His defeat was naturally unsurprising.

It was a victory that was within reach, but if you gave up, you would end up with your spiritual roots and your cultivation level greatly damaged. How could the elder not regret it? He was already in a good mood.

"Great Elder!" Pang Aoting bent down and fed several holy pills into the old man's mouth. His eyes were full of sadness were already red.

All around, all the disciples of the Mad Sword Sect looked sad. Although Ye Wuse had already collected his sword, the desolate aura remained undispersed!

"Gu Fenghua, my Kuang Sword Sect is irreconcilable with you. Today, either you die or I live!" Pang Aoting stood up suddenly and roared at Gu Fenghua.

Gu Fenghua's face turned cold. Originally, she felt a little reluctant to see the elder of the Kuang Sword Sect as old as she was, but in the end she ended up in such a miserable end. When she saw the grief on the faces of Pang Aoting and the disciples of the Kuang Sword Sect, she felt a little reluctant.
Chapter completed!