"If you are willing, Lin will be very happy." Lin Yun was startled for a moment, then smiled and said: "Don't you mean to look down on me? The more like-minded people the better."

"Hahaha, well said!"

Ao Jue laughed loudly, and said to the many monks in the world: "Are there no sword cultivators left? I dare to stand up as a swordsman, and all the sword cultivators are dead. Are you really afraid of the so-called divine blood family?"

His voice is extremely contagious, loud and majestic, making people's ears slightly stunned.

Lin Yun looked stunned, wondering what he was doing.

Seeing that the situation seemed not good, Gu Jun immediately threatened: "Who dares to interfere in the affairs of the Gu family? Even if Tianhuangshan can't kill people, I still have many ways to deal with you group of mortals."

"Gan!"

"So what if I interfere?"

"You can do whatever you want with divine blood? Do you really think that we sword cultivators have no temper?"

"It's too much of a bully. I, a sword cultivator, shouldn't be afraid of a fight!"

"The swordsmen have all stepped forward, what should we swordsmen be afraid of!"

It was okay that Gu Jun didn't speak, but as soon as he spoke, he immediately angered many sword cultivators in the mountains.

Originally, he would be quite seductive if he was a swordsman. He was not afraid of death. The swordsman stood by and watched, and he must be holding his breath in his heart.

I was still thinking about whether to intervene, but this time, all of a sudden there was a dense sound of the holy sword being unsheathed.

"As a sword cultivator, why should we be afraid of a battle?"

Many monks were excited, and in an instant, more than a hundred people stood behind Lin Yun.

Many sword intentions gathered together and faintly overwhelmed the mighty power of the divine blood.

"Young Master Burial, I'll help you climb the mountain today!"

"You can draw the divine blood with a stick of willow. Why should we be afraid if we have the holy sword in our hands?"

"The battle is over. The worst is death. Sword cultivators are never afraid of death!"

The heroes were furious for a moment, and even Lin Yun was surprised by such a scene.

"A group of ants dare to blaspheme the power of God? Take action and wipe out this group of mortal blood!"

Gu Jun glanced at him and said coldly: "Destroy this devil boy first!"

If you mind your own business, I'll kill you first.

As soon as he finished speaking, two figures appeared and charged towards Ao Jue.

They are the top leaders of the ancient god family, and their cultivation levels are at the peak of the golden elixir. Together, the two of them can compete with the wind and fire realm saint lord after being stimulated by the divine blood.

Gu Jun thought he was more than enough to deal with Bao Jue.

At the same time, the other three wind and fire realm experts, as well as many leaders of the Gu family, rushed towards Ji Zixi and others.

"Well done!"

Ao Jue laughed loudly, pulled out his holy sword, and the majestic sword energy stirred up in all directions.

There was magic light surging around his body, and his sword power looked extremely fierce and domineering.
Chapter completed!