"Brother Ye..."

As an ancient divine beast, although he has the talent to defend his body, he can ignore this powerful sword energy.

However, Yue Ye is an ordinary person. Just now, the terrifying sword energy vortex released by the elder in the green robe formed an invisible pressure, which made his mind temporarily lose consciousness.

At this moment, his body tilted and he was about to fall to the ground. A sudden call from his name suddenly sounded in his ears.

"ah……"

The extraordinary call made Yue Ye feel relieved, but at this moment his crooked body was no longer under his control and he staggered and fell heavily to the ground.

Bufan hovered over Yue Ye's head and said anxiously: "Brother Ye, are you okay?"

Yue Ye immediately got up from the ground, patted the dust on his body, and smiled awkwardly: "It's okay, hey? Why haven't you left yet?"

Bufan crawled on Yue Ye's shoulder, staring at the old man in the green robe not far away, and did not answer Yue Ye's question. He just put the bird's beak next to Yue Ye's ear and whispered: "The sword energy released by the high-level sword master is really terrifying. Brother Ye, we must be extremely careful."

Yue Ye was shocked when she heard this, she secretly took a breath of cold air, rubbed her eyes hard with both hands, and couldn't help but say to herself: "High-level sword master? Is he really a high-level sword master?"

On the Continent of Demon-killing, there are many strange ways to practice secret techniques of various professions, but it is difficult to achieve the state of perfection and beauty.

It is even more difficult to practice sword masters. It is a qualitative transformation from "level" to "level".

Although there are many people practicing sword masters on the Demon-killing Continent, there are only a handful of sword masters who can break through the "level" and advance to the "level".

Yueye's master Yunyou Sword Master Gao Ru spent his whole life practicing Sword Master, but he only barely broke through the "intermediate" bottleneck and advanced to a "first-level" sword master.

Yue Ye has been learning swordsmanship since he was seven years old, and has never stopped practicing for fifteen years, and has only been promoted from entry-level to a junior swordsman.

And even if a mortal is older, how many fifteen years can it take?

As the secret techniques of various methods reach the end, the difficulty level increases dramatically with the breakthrough of bottlenecks step by step.

It is not easy for a sword master to break through the "level" and advance to the "early level". A high-level sword master is a world-class achievement.

However, if you practice various professional secret techniques to the peak, you can see the great way. If you are reborn, your fate will be extended.

All ordinary people are afraid of life and death. Since ancient times, intelligent and talented people have gradually emerged from the current professions.

Everyone can choose the career that suits them best according to their physical condition, and their progress will also double.

All sentient beings in the Demonic Continent who have the constitution of practicing Buddhism are scrambling to devote themselves to the practice of various professions.

As for the achievements in that profession in the future, on the one hand, it is related to your own physique and perseverance, but on the other hand, it is about opportunities.

"Hehe, young man, if you don't want to die here, you'd better get away quickly."

The elder in the green robe looked contemptuously, glanced at Yue Ye, then snorted coldly, and said disdainfully.

Yue Ye closed his eyes tightly, took a deep breath, clenched his fists tightly, and his fingertips were deeply trapped in the flesh.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes, stared at Meng Zhize who was lying beside him, gritted his teeth, and said aloud, "Senior, please go away, go away, go away.

I just hope that seniors can make it easier and let the villain's friend go."

When Yue Ye said this, his eyes were filled with divine light. He stared at Meng Zhize tightly, but he did not dare to look at the elder in the green robe.

"Senior? Uh, this title sounds a bit intimate."

The elder in the green robe stared at the golden bird on Yue Ye's shoulder, and a cold smile appeared on his face, as if he was talking to himself, and as if he was saying this to Yue Ye or Bufan.

Seeing that the elder in the green robe had a very gentle tone, Yueye rushed to strike while the iron was hot. He stepped forward and bowed to the elder in the green robe and said with great devout words: "Senior Bodhisattva's heart will definitely not kill innocent people, it is better to..."

Halfway through the conversation, Yue Ye saw the elder in the green robe wave his long sleeves. He immediately coughed dryly, his face changed, and said with a sharp voice: "Although the young man's mouth is sweet, I don't eat your set. No matter how many words are, don't blame me for killing without blinking."

As the elder in the green robe glanced at Yue Ye’s shoulders, a trace of doubt surged across his cheeks, and then shook his head gently and sighed.

Yue Ye's heart suddenly fell into a bitter struggle.

In front of the high-level swordsman, his little junior swordsman was as small as an ant.

The strength of the two is as great as a goshawk against an ants. If you choose to stay, there is no suspense to die in front of a powerful opponent.

If Meng Zhize is abandoned and left, it will be contrary to benevolence, righteousness and morality.

When he was seven years old, he lost his parents. Although his aunt Yin Qiushui was a village woman in a common village, she was a woman.

But Yin Qiushui has the passion and chivalrous spirit of a real man. When Yin Qiushui was young, she often educated him to be kind and kind, be kind, and not forget his original intention.

In an instant, a stream of light flowed through Yue Ye's eyes. He gritted his teeth and stomped his feet. He suddenly looked up and looked in front of him. He had never dared to look directly at the high-level sword master who existed like a god.

At this moment, his heart was no longer afraid, and his cheeks showed determination and fearlessness.

"Brother Meng is willing to save his life, and he will definitely live and die with Brother Meng. If the senior insists on keeping Brother Meng, he will have to sacrifice his life to accompany him."

Yue Ye no longer bowed his head and explained his meaning concisely.

He acts like a killer and shows his ambitions by dying.

A trace of astonishment flashed across the corner of the eyes of the elder in the green robe. It was not until this moment that he moved his gaze from Bufan on Yue Ye’s shoulder to Yue Ye.

He looked at the handsome young man in front of him, stroked his long beard, and fell into a brief meditation.

Suddenly, the elder in the green robe revealed his eyes and the sword energy around him soared. Several ancient trees that were close to him were affected by the sword energy. After several clicks, the branches as thick as the bowl were broken into powder as the sound was heard.

The sword energy spread rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, it arrived in front of Yueye. Seeing that Yueye was about to be swallowed by this sword energy, the crisis was so close.

...

At this moment, a "pop" sound in Yue Ye's ears, and a faint golden light emanated from Bufan's body, forming a protective light shield. The light shield quickly became larger, covering Yue Ye within the light shield.

The powerful sword energy transformed into countless sword shadows, and stopped when it touched the light shield. No matter how fierce the sword energy attacked, it could not penetrate the defensive shield formed by the light shield from beginning to end.

Yue Ye widened his eyes and stared at the light shield that was protecting him in front of him. He couldn't help but reach out to touch the light shield. The tentacles were warm and soft, as if thousands of layers of cotton wool were stacked.

Yue Ye was delighted and stared at the high-level swordsman who looked like a god, his eyes suddenly became sharp.

"Bufan, from now on, Brother Ye really admires you so much that your ability is far beyond my imagination.

The domineering sword energy released by the high-level sword master is no less than the ban pressure released by the Dalu Empire and the Great Sima Golden-level Earth Warrior Sima Mao.

With such a powerful sword energy, can you actually resist head-on? But there seems to be no pressure."

Yue Ye turned his gaze to Bufan on his shoulders, and his admiration was self-evident.

True feelings are revealed in words, and piety is extremely pious.

Bufan shook his head gently and whispered on Yue Ye's shoulder: "Brother Ye, don't bother me, the high-level sword energy should not be underestimated.

Although the defensive power of my ancient divine beast is strong, I have to protect you well and you must concentrate on defending the enemy. If a tiny hole is torn open by the sword energy, the sword energy will rush into the defense light shield wildly. Even the power of the sword energy as small as hair is enough to damage your mind and internal organs."

Yue Ye was shocked when he heard this, and hurriedly covered his mouth with both hands, staring at the earth-shaking battle between the high-level sword master in front of him.

For a moment, Yueye's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and he didn't even dare to let out a moment of excitement.
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