The leader of the Black God and Demon Sect, who was already desperate, was as if he saw the last straw and hurriedly asked for help.

The middle-aged sword immortal spoke and comforted him: "Fellow Taoist, don't panic. With me here, I will never dare to hurt you!"

Bang ———

Ye Xuan held it gently, and the three souls of the leader of the Black God and Demon Sect instantly turned into clouds and smoke.

Storm death on the spot!

Ye Xuan looked at the middle-aged sword immortal with a puzzled look, shook it casually, and said calmly: "What did you say just now?"

The middle-aged sword fairy's face turned pale and stared at Ye Xuan. Behind him were the sword intent solid, forming substantial flying swords.

The middle-aged sword immortal glared at Ye Xuan and shouted: "You deserve to die!"

Swallows!——

In an instant, in the boundless sword domain behind the middle-aged sword immortal, flying swords continued to shoot out like crazy.

Overwhelming!
Chapter completed!