Ye Yun sheathed his sword.

"I got ten points."

He smiled softly, then shook his head and said: "The thin young man I killed before was considered a fifth-level murderer and received ten points. Now I have twenty points!"

Ye Yun smiled and said to himself.

Looking at the vast jungle, for some reason, he suddenly thought of Jiang Lingyue, the sword god in white.

I don’t know how many people this beauty has killed.

She was at the eighth level of the God King Realm. In the bloody jungle, she had to sacrifice far more than ordinary swordsman geniuses.

On the square.

A ray of light fell from the light door and transformed into the middle-aged man.

"Damn it..."

The middle-aged man hit his head with his fist, feeling full of regret.

He had only killed a few God King Realm monks along the way, and the few points in his hand were simply not enough.

…

In the main hall of the Holy Mountain, I suddenly remembered an exclamation.

"The sword speed is so terrifying, even the fourth level of the God King Realm can't stop him!"

Looking at the ethereal white figure in the water mirror, Sikong Ying's eyes widened and his face was extremely horrified.

This sword really made his hair stand on end.

If he reaches the realm of the God Emperor, I'm afraid he won't be able to catch Ye Chen's sword.

After listening to Sikong Ying's words.

Deputy Pavilion Master Xu's expression changed as he was about to speak, and he immediately closed his mouth.

At the door of the main hall, a handsome young man walked in.

"Master Sikong Pavilion, what are you marveling at? Could it be that there are some outstanding figures among the swordsman geniuses of this generation?"

The handsome young man walked slowly with his hands behind his back.

At this moment, he appeared like a peerless figure, smiling lightly as he looked at the senior officials in the sword pavilion entering the world.
Chapter completed!