At this time, everyone was shocked when they heard Lin Yan's arrogant words.

"This guy is too arrogant!"

"A mere fourth-level Foundation Builder, relying on the fact that his stepfather is the Holy Son of Xuantian Sect, could just kill the true disciples of the Blood Knife Sect, but now he is threatening to send away the Holy Son of the Blood Knife Sect!"

"Doesn't this kid know that the Holy Son of the Blood Knife Sect is at the seventh level of the Golden Core?"

Shen Xueyan on the side looked at Lin Yan helplessly, with some anger in her eyes.

Junior brother Lin Yan, you really don't know what to say.

You can use special means to kill the true disciples of the Blood Knife Sect.

However, the Blood Knife Saint Son is a golden The cultivation level of the seventh level of elixir.

Where did you get the confidence?

"Boy, you are so arrogant!"

The Saint Son of the Blood Knife Sect looked gloomy.

He is a Saint Son of a top power. He was so insulted by a junior.

Today, even if Saint Son Xuantian is present, he will kill him with one knife.

"boom!"

The Holy Son of Blood Knife struck out with a palm.

Lin Yan hurriedly waved his sword to block it.

However, without the blessing of Empress Yan's soul power, he was at most equivalent to a seventh-level monk at the Foundation Establishment Realm.

He could not block this palm at all.

"Poof!"

Lin Yan spurted out a mouthful of blood, and the giant sword in his hand was knocked away and fell heavily to the ground.

He wanted to struggle, but he was like a dead dog and couldn't stand up.

At this scene, everyone was in an uproar.

"Damn, I thought this kid had some hidden tricks to avoid being afraid of the Holy Son of Blood Knife!"

"It turns out that he is just a tough talker!"

"Junior brother Lin Yan!"

Shen Xueyan hurriedly stepped forward.

Although she was disappointed with Lin Yan, the cause of the incident was her fault after all.

In addition, Lin Yan was also a disciple of the Xuantian Sect, so she could not sit back and do nothing.

"Blood Knife Holy Son!"

"Please show mercy!"

Shen Xueyan wanted to plead for mercy.

However, the Blood Knife Holy Son didn't even look at her, and just slapped her with one palm.

Shen Xueyan was beaten so hard that she vomited blood and retreated.

"Humph, your Xuantian Sect is too arrogant. Today, I, the Blood Sword Sect, will teach you how the Xuantian Sect should behave!"

"In this Northern Spiritual Realm, all the heroes are now rising together. The era when your Xuantian Sect was the king and hegemony has long passed!"

The Holy Son of the Blood Knife said loudly.

For a moment, many sect disciples in the Treasure Pavilion responded.

"Yes, although the Xuantian Sect has been passed down for hundreds of thousands of years, the Xuantian Sect is not the only top force in the Northern Spiritual Territory now!"

"We, the Fenglei Sect, support the Holy Son of Blood Knife!"

"I, Yuhua Valley, also support Blood Knife Holy Son!"

"Kill people to pay for their lives, and pay your debts for money!"

"Even if your stepfather is the master of Xuantian Sect, he still has to pay with his life today!"

In the crowd, several Xuantian Sect disciples suddenly fell silent. They originally wanted to help Lin Yan.

But now, the crowd was excited and they were worried about being beaten.

The Blood Knife Saint Son looked indifferent and walked towards Lin Yan with a knife.

"Boy, just use your head to pay homage to my junior brother!"

"One person for one life, I believe that Holy Son Xuantian can't say anything!"

Lin Yan was panicking at this time.

He was really panicked.

"Master, Master!"

Lin Yan cried out anxiously.

However, Empress Yan just said helplessly:

"Yan'er, as a teacher, you really can't take action!"

"There is the aura of a Soul Cult monk nearby!"

"If the teacher takes action, he will be targeted!"

"Master, if you don’t take action, I will die!"

Lin Yan's voice was panicked.

Empress Yan sighed. She couldn't help but be a little disappointed with Lin Yan.

Yan'er, Yan'er.

Couldn't you have stopped pretending just now?

It's a life and death situation, so panicked.

How can we achieve great things in the future!

"Yan'er, you can try using Yang Chen's name to delay time!"

"There's a conflict here and he should be here soon!"

"What! ?"

Lin Yan was shocked.

Is Master crazy?

Let him use Yang Chen's bastard name to delay time?

Don't you know that the one he hates most is Yang Chen?

Lin Yan was still hesitating, and suddenly felt a chill on his neck.

Bright red The blood knife was already placed on his neck.

He only waited for the opponent to exert a little force, and his body was separated.

Since Lin Yan started practicing, he has killed hundreds of monks.

Although most of them used weak to attack strong.

However, he has never He had truly felt the feeling of death.

Because he knew that at the critical moment, the master would take action to save him.

But now, the master could not take action.

The other party's bloody knife had already been placed on his neck.

Lin Yan clearly felt that death was coming. Feeling.

He was afraid of this feeling.

Afraid of this feeling.

He didn't want to die.

"You, if you kill me, you can't bear the consequences!"

"Yang Chen, he will not let you go!"

Lin Yan gritted his teeth and said.

He really didn't want to mention Yang Chen's bastard's name.

Especially on this occasion.

Because once he mentioned it, it would be equivalent to admitting that Yang Chen was his stepfather.

Bastard!

Lin Yan felt so confused. No.

But, in order to survive, he has no choice but to temporarily accept the thief as his father.

"Huh, who is Yang Chen?"

The Holy Son of Blood Knife has been in seclusion all year round. He has only heard of Holy Son Xuantian, but does not know his specific name.

Lin Yan gritted his teeth and his heart was bleeding.

This bastard must have done it on purpose.

However, he felt a pain in his neck. He immediately said:

"Yang Chen is the Holy Son of Xuantian Sect!"

"oh!"

"It turns out that Yang Chen is your stepfather!"

"You threaten me with your stepfather!"

There was a trace of amusement on the face of the Holy Son of Blood Knife.

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