Chapter 1664 1665 Even if You Die, You Will Be Mighty

Mu Hanyan smiled bitterly. Maybe others don't understand what the Holy Master said, but she and Ye Lanfeng understood. Her identity, her bloodline, was the key to the Holy Master's inheritance.

It turned out that not only Ye Lanfeng knew his secret, but he also knew it already.

"Also, you made a mistake earlier. I did this not to unify the Holy Continent, nor to do it for supremacy. I did it just to keep the continent safe, and for the sake of hundreds of millions of people." The Holy Master raised his head. , said solemnly.

"All you need is my bloodline, let them go." Mu Hanyan sighed as she looked at Zhuang Ping'an and the others with ashes beside them.

If facing others, they may still have a heart of resistance, but facing the Lord, they don't say resistance, and even forget their anger, leaving only despair.

"Young Master Mu..." Zhuang Ping'an and the others were still lost, but when they heard Mu Hanyan's words, they suddenly woke up like a dream.

They couldn't remember clearly, this was the first time that Mu Hanyan had stepped forward, the first time he had risked his life in order to save them.

"You are kind, I didn't see you wrong, if I have a choice, I really don't want to hurt your life. Unfortunately, you are not strong enough, but when you are strong enough, I can no longer refine your bloodline, Therefore, you must die, and they must die too." The Holy Master shook his head and said regretfully.

"What!" Ye Lanfeng shuddered violently.

He thought that the Holy Master only needed their blood, but it would not hurt their lives. After hearing the Holy Master's words, he realized that he was wrong.

"Lanfeng, you are different from them. When you leave here, you are the only saint. When I finish this thing and keep the peace of the Holy Court Continent for ten thousand years, I will pass on the position of the Holy Master to you." Ye Lanfeng said.

His bloodline had nothing to do with Mu Hanyan, so the Holy Master didn't need to hurt his life.

Ye Lanfeng stared into the eyes of the Holy Master, slowly, slowly shaking his head, then fell to his knees and kowtowed three times respectfully.

"Lanfeng, what are you doing?" The Holy Master frowned.

"Master, this is the last time I will call you Master. Thank you for your kindness in raising and teaching me, and I will never forget it until I die.

If you want my blood and my life, I will never resist, but for the sake of Han Yan, I can only be your enemy! "Speaking of this, Ye Lanfeng stood up and drew out the divine sword from his waist.

There were still tears on his face, but his expression was so determined.

His figure is so tall and straight, so unyielding, like a mountain that never falls!

Looking at Ye Lanfeng's tall and straight figure, everyone was deeply shocked, and suddenly found that it seems that the Holy Master is not so scary, nor is it completely irresistible.

"It's not that easy to want our lives." Yue Fanchen drew out his long sword.

"As a swordsman, you have the dignity of a swordsman. Even if you die, you will die on the battlefield." Zhuang Ping'an also drew out his long sword.

"A good man stands upright, even if he dies, he will die in a mighty way!" Nan Aotian also drew out his long sword.

All around, there was the sound of a long sword being unsheathed, and seeing Ye Lanfeng's unyielding will, their hearts were like dead ashes, and a strong fighting spirit ignited again.

As for Huayue and the others, there are no extra words at all. As long as they understand the intention of the Holy Master, they have already drawn out the long sword at the same time.

However, Tantai Changqing, Shao Chengxiong, Wei Xiaotian, and other elite saints were lost, neither turning their swords on the Holy Master, nor blocking the crowd.

They are loyal to the Holy Master, and even die for him without the slightest complaint, but it is difficult to accept such an outcome. Even if the Lord made a move, they couldn't do it.

"Is it worth it? As long as you leave now, you can become the Lord of the Holy Court, or even the Lord of the entire Holy Continent. Is it worth it?" The Holy Lord looked at Ye Lanfeng and asked slowly.

"I don't know if it's worth it or not, I just know that I will never miss it again, and if I lose it again, I will use my life to protect her." Ye Lanfeng said firmly.

All around, everyone was moved by it. Although the vast majority of them were obsessed with cultivation and had long since put their love between men and women in their hearts, they were still moved when they heard Ye Lanfeng's words and saw his gaze.

"I understand." The Holy Master nodded, his expression became extremely cold.

"Heavenly Sword, break the gods!" Ye Lanfeng let out a clear roar, and the long sword slashed towards the Holy Master.

"Jiutian, Xingluo!" Mu Hanyan would not wait to die. As soon as Ye Lanfeng made a move, the sword that had been gaining momentum for a long time was also cut out at the same time.

"Leiyin, Jiandang!"

"Saint, kendo!"

"Tianxing, sword marks!"

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All the other guardian descendants of the gods followed closely, each displaying their strongest sword skills.

The Holy Master looked at the crowd lightly, and only waved his robe sleeves lightly until the sword beam came to him.

Between those sleeves, it seems to encompass the universe, and the whole world seems to be shrouded in the wide sleeves of the robe.

The gust of wind blew up, and everyone was shaken back and forth, and at the same time, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and those with a slightly lower cultivation level fell directly to the ground, unable to get up for a while.

Ye Lanfeng and Mu Hanyan were no exception. They both took a few steps back at the same time, their faces were as pale as paper, and there were traces of blood oozing from the corners of their mouths, obviously not lightly injured.

Everyone looked at the Holy Master in amazement. Although their energy and spiritual sense were taken away by the formation, they still had some spare strength. The power of the combined blow was still not small, and they could see that Ye Lanfeng was a little bit like them. The difference is that the strength is not greatly affected by the formation, but even so, everyone joins hands with a sword, but even the Holy Master's robe sleeves can't be resisted.

The strength of the Holy Master is so terrifying!

"Not bad, very good. In such a situation, you can still have such a fighting spirit and display such sword power. If you change the time and place, you will definitely be able to create greater glory for my Holy Court. It's a pity that you were born at the wrong time." The Holy Master sighed and said.

After all, he didn't have the heart to waste time with everyone, so he played the trick again.

The rays of light in the mid-air were prosperous, and the energy and spiritual thoughts of everyone, together with the power hidden in the bloodline, poured out at a faster speed, and even the vitality began to disappear quickly.

Obviously, in the face of the powerful strength of the Holy Master, even if they have the heart to fight to the death, they are completely incapable of fighting.

"All you want is our bloodline, but I won't give it to you." Sang Qinghe turned his sword upside down, aimed at the heartline, and his face was filled with determination.