Sword slave!

When these two words were spoken from Yun Xiao’s mouth, the hearts of those present were pulled hard!

Ling Chen became Bai Wuque's sword slave for the rest of his life!

He just gave Bai Wuque a karma a few days ago. As a result, today, Yun Xiao put this shameful identity on him again?

Yu Lingchen said that there is no greater humiliation than the word "Sword Slave".

"If a sword banished immortal becomes the sword slave of another sword banished immortal, that's really..."

People can't even think of what words to use to describe the shock in their hearts.

"Why does Yun Zexian feel so much stronger than Ling Zexian at the same realm?"

They don't understand.

This is the difference between the immortal Creation and the Emperor of Shenxiao.

Even if it is just the extremely weak immortal of fortune, it is above the sky!

After a while of silence, Ling Chen had not made a choice yet, and whispers of thousands of swords piercing their hearts finally moved from Yun Xiao to Ling Chen.

"Ling Xianxian is too useless."

"I've said that he talked to Bai Wuque's mother like this. He is not a good thing, do you guys still lick it?"

"I also said before, what kind of demon son, the weird demon sword spirit, is the evil words spread by Ling Zexian."

"He is not as good as Yun Zexian, so he just uses this kind of low-key method. Yun Zexian is fearless and rumors. This is the true immortal's style!"

These words have always been said before, but they will be criticized.

Now, who dares to swear?

The tens of thousands of Taoist priests started to start, and their heads were almost buried in their necks, all of which became turtles with their heads shrank. They even smiled awkwardly and agreed with others' praise for Yun Xiao, with a distorted face.

The name of Yunhuang's exiled immortal resounds throughout the sky!

The old man, Ku Jian, Feng Yunshuang, etc., were like standing in the Yellow Spring River, whether it was his face or eyes, he was in a state of tearing apart, and his mind was probably confused.

In this battle, there were not even three hundred rounds. Yun Xiao had two consecutive swords, and Ling Chen was directly suppressed and kneeled down, losing flawlessly.

Those who supported him had a bloody crash on the spot!

"Dad, it's awful. If Ling Zexian couldn't bear to be humiliated and committed suicide..." Ku Xuan's voice trembled.

Sword slave, bastard slave!

Even if Ling Chen is inferior to him or above billions of people in the future, others can laugh at him, you are just a sword slave!

Who can tolerate it?

"Ling Xianxian didn't lose, he could still fight!" Old Ancestor Sikong gritted his teeth.

He was right. Ling Chen just lost his ears, not his arms, and he still had the possibility of turning defeat into victory.

"war!"

Those sword cultivators who were unwilling to fail to stand suppressed the panic in their hearts and roared at Ling Chen on the stage with the most depressing voice.

In their hearts, the supreme Ling Xianxian could not admit defeat and kneel down as a slave!

Even they would not accept this humiliation!

However--

When they widened their eyes, they suddenly saw Ling Chen lowering his head deeply...

Then, he crawled deep on the ground in front of everyone!

He put his forehead on the ground and said in the most respectful tone: "Sword slave Ling Chen, pay homage to the master. I will hold the sword for my master for my life and die!"

This sentence was not loud, but it suppressed all the noise and laughter in an instant.

Supporters such as the old man in the dry bones, tens of thousands of guards, petrified on the spot.

"puff!"

Mu Xiaolong couldn't help but laughed out loud.

"Don't laugh!"

Mu Dalong hurriedly covered her mouth, but he couldn't help it and smiled pretty.

“Hahahahaha…”

For a moment, millions of laughter formed a wave of humiliation, hitting the purple-robed boy on the battle stage, suffocating his heart over and over again.

"Well."

Zhang Mu's face changed drastically, and he subconsciously retreated into the crowd and applauded with other swordsman ancestors.

All the ancestors around him smiled, but he was the only one. The few pieces of flesh on his face seemed to have their own consciousness and were shaking in different directions.

"One mountain cannot accommodate two tigers, unless one master and one slave!"

"Congratulations to Yun Xianxian and Ling Xianxian. No matter what, all the sword cultivators in my Eternal Sword Prison will continue to fight for the two sword immortals in the future!"

The Heavenly Sword Prison Lord's announcement at this moment was equivalent to a final conclusion, announcing the end of the battle on the Immortal Sword List.

His meaning is very obvious. Jianxu still recognizes the status of the two sword banished immortals, and the relationship between master and servant within you is your own business.

Although this move seems to have preserved Ling Chen's face, in fact, a saying like "One mountain cannot accommodate two tigers, unless one master and one slave" will inevitably flow into the Nine Prison Realm and become a joke before and after dinner.

Not to mention outsiders, even if there were many sword cultivators present, they couldn't help laughing when they heard this.

In fact... Yun Xiao was a little surprised.

"It is worthy of being an existence who can get into the great universe immortals in his previous life, and he can indeed endure humiliation and bear heavy burdens." He smiled in his heart.

Being able to bend and stretch is indeed the protagonist!

Unlike Yun Xiao, he can only stretch but cannot bend.

However, it just so happened that Ling Chen's fortune species was still a little short of its ability to play a big role. It's a pity to kill it now. It's been a waste of time.

"Aren't you afraid of raising a tiger?" Lan Xing asked.

"From the moment he knelt down, he was just a rabbit." Yun Xiao said.

Raising a tiger is indeed a disaster, but raising a rabbit is just a fun thing.

"Get up!"

In the boiling crowd, the clouds were free and the wind was light and the clouds were light and the clouds were light and the clouds were light.

"……yes!"

Ling Chen trembled slightly and stood up.

He looked at Yun Xiao deeply, with no resentment on his face, and he didn't care about the ridicule of Quan Jianxu. Instead, he said to Yun Xiao respectfully: "The master has the ability to understand the sky and the earth, and has the resources of the nine heavens and the universe. The little slave had no eyes before, and he ignored the master's grace of saving his life and doing villains. Please forgive me."

"Don't say it's empty." Yun Xiao spread his hands and "returned the sword ring to me."

"Yes!" Ling Chen lowered his head and sacrificed the nine-colored sword spirit.

When his eyes fell on the Yu Divine Sword, his eyes trembled.

The defeat of Yu Shenjian was the fundamental reason why he made his choice at this moment.

He took a breath slightly, took down the seven sword rings of the prison demons, and handed them to Yun Xiao in public.

Kick!

Yun Xiao swung the seven prison demon sword rings in a series of lines on the Burial Heaven Sword Soul, and his movements were cool and natural.

This move caused another burst of praise and noise.

"Sure enough, Yun Zhexian's sword soul is at least the sun level!"

"No, no, he embedded seven sword rings because there are only seven sword rings. How do you know where his upper limit is?"

People burst into laughter, and the entire sword ruin seemed to have cleared the demonic obstacles and were in a state of joy.

Yun Xiao was very satisfied with the tactful reactions of all the sword cultivators.

When he put away the Burial Heaven Sword Soul, he looked up and asked Ling Chen: "When did you get these sword rings?"

Ling Chen did not hesitate and said respectfully: "Yesterday afternoon."

"oh?"

Yun Xiao calculated the time, it was a while since he went to the Blood Crystal Pool.

Ling Chen did not cover up his voice.

So, when this sentence was said, Zhang Mu sat down on the ground, looking panicked!

The ancestors of Jianxu around him shook their heads and sneered at him.

"Prison Master! Yun Exiled Immortal!"

Zhang Mu knelt down miserably, without saying a word, kowtowing wildly.
To be continued...