Chapter 475: The Sword Realm Ends, Elder Lin Suffers Humiliation

Old Lin blushed. ‘6’‘9’‘s’‘h’‘u’‘x’‘.’‘c’‘o’‘m’

Not shy, but angry!

This is simply too much.

It’s like you slapped someone in the face and said that the other person’s face was oily and made your hands dirty.

Old Lin looked at the Blood Soul Demon Lord with a relaxed face, and endured the weakness of his body, and mobilized all kinds of sword energy in the sword world again, preparing to kill the other party again.

Whether it works or not, he has to do it!

He can’t surrender, right?

If surrendering can save his son’s life, he is willing to lose face and trample on his dignity.

Unfortunately, the other party will not give him this opportunity.

“Puff~~~” Old Lin, who forcibly mobilized the energy of the sword world, was overdrawn at this moment, and couldn’t help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

This time he really tried his best, there is no next time.

If this sword still can't do anything to the Blood Soul Demon Lord, Lin Lao's body will be almost exhausted, and he will have no fighting power at all, and can only fend for himself.

He, Lin Bianyun, has never encountered such a dangerous situation since he became the sword-wielding elder of the Shushan Sword Sect.

It can only be said that after having the Demon-Suppressing Sword, he inevitably swelled up and was a little confused about himself.

If it was Lin Jinghong standing here today, he felt that this old thing would definitely have a way to deal with the phantom of the Blood Soul Demon Lord.

The Demon-Suppressing Sword is strong, not me, Lin Bianyun!

At this moment, Lin Lao suddenly had a feeling, but it was a pity that this feeling came too late, and he had no time to consume this feeling.

The sword energy from all directions rushed to the Blood Soul Demon Lord, and the blood from the corners of Lin Lao's mouth could not stop flowing down.

Gradually, blood flowed from the corners of his eyes, ears, and nostrils, which was extremely embarrassing, and even miserable!

This is the performance of the body being overdrawn to the limit, and it was completely squeezed dry.

What made Lin Lao despair was that the shadow of the Blood Soul Demon Lord just stretched out a finger and moved forward lightly.

In an instant, the teaching energy in the sky dissipated again.

The wind was light and the clouds were light!

This attack that gave the immortals on the land a headache, the shadow of the Blood Soul Demon Lord was lightly resolved twice in a row.

The corners of Lin Lao's mouth showed bitterness, and a trace of despair arose in his heart.

In fact, the first time the Blood Soul Demon Lord resolved this attack, he did lightly, but the second time was still a little stressful.

Lin Lao keenly noticed that the shadow of the Blood Soul Demon Lord dimmed a little.

But it was only dimmed a little, which didn't mean much!

If he could burst out this kind of sword world energy attack eight or ten times, he might be able to defeat the Blood Soul Demon Lord.

Unfortunately, now let alone eight or ten times, he couldn't do it once.

There was not even a drop of vitality left in the body!

It was squeezed dry.

There was no hope.

There was no way out!

"Blood Soul Demon Lord, if I voluntarily sacrifice my soul to you, can you please let my son go?"

With nowhere else to go, Elder Lin completely lost his face, trampled on his dignity, and begged for mercy from the Blood Soul Demon Lord.

Begging for mercy for his son!

If his death can be exchanged for his son's life, he is willing to do it.

As the sword energy that surged towards the Blood Soul Demon Lord in the sword world dissipated, Elder Lin's body softened and fell to the ground.

He supported himself with both hands, in a push-up position, trying to support his body.

Unfortunately, he was exhausted and had squeezed out the last drop of energy in his body. He just wanted to stand up, but he felt that he couldn't do it.

It is hard to imagine that a generation of top masters has fallen to this point.

"Are you begging me?" The Blood Soul Demon Lord smiled and said to Elder Lin with a playful tone.

"Yes!" Elder Lin said with gritted teeth.

Hearing this, the Blood Soul Demon Lord looked at Elder Lin who was "doing push-ups" and walked over to him, stepping on his back.

"Bang~~~"

Elder Lin's sternum and chin were stepped on and hit hard on the ground.

The sword world should not have been groundless, but this place was materialized from Elder Lin's perspective, so the ground appeared under his feet subconsciously.

"To ask for help, you must use the word 'ask' and the honorific 'you', and you must call me the respected Blood Soul Demon Lord!"

Hearing the words of the Blood Soul Demon Lord, Elder Lin, who was stepped on, endured the humiliation in his heart. In order for his son to survive, he could only take the initiative to endure this humiliation in order to seek a glimmer of life for his son.

He gritted his teeth and even broke his teeth.

"Respected Lord Blood Soul Demon, I voluntarily offer my soul to you, please let my son go!"

Lin Lao was strong all his life. Even when facing Lin Jinghong, he always had the mentality of surpassing Lin Jinghong and never gave in.

But at this moment, he took the initiative to trample on all his pride and dignity, like a stray dog, wagging his tail and begging for mercy.

"Is this the sword-wielding elder of Shushan Sword Sect?

Haha, it's so humble. I thought your Shushan Sword Sect was so arrogant and noble.

Now I see that it's just a name, ridiculous!"

Lin Lao lowered his head and said nothing. He did bring shame to Shushan Sword Sect and his ancestors today.

But for his son, he had to lose this face!

"Respected Lord Blood Soul Demon, please let my son go." Lin Lao gritted his teeth and said again.

The number of times he begged for mercy in his life is not as many as today.

"Let your son go, haha, why should I let your son go?

It's your own business to ask me for mercy, but I didn't say I would agree.

Your son's soul has long been sacrificed to me, how could I let him go?

Today, I want both your soul and your son's soul!

Haha, how can I let you and your son endure the pain of separation?"

Hearing the words of the Blood Soul Demon Lord, Lin Laoton's eyes were bloodshot.

He understood that the other party was deliberately playing tricks on him and deliberately trampling on his dignity.

Let him beg for mercy, and then deliberately refuse him after he begged for mercy.

This is a kind of toy.

The people in the demon world are indeed all ghosts and monsters, and they can't be trusted easily.

In his heart, he actually knew that the Blood Soul Demon Lord was unlikely to let his son go, but even if the possibility was small, he would try it.

This is the only thing he can do now that he is humble.

"For today's humiliation, one day my Shushan Sword Sect will definitely make you pay the price!" Elder Lin said in a cold and ruthless tone.

Since the Blood Soul Demon Lord has torn his face, he naturally won't hold out any more hope.

This Blood Soul Demon Lord is indeed strong, but he believes that someone from the Shushan Sword Sect will eventually avenge him.

His own disciple, Meng Fan!

Elder Lin has always been very proud of this disciple.

Although he has never admitted defeat in his life and feels that he is not inferior to Lin Jinghong, this is just his own feeling.

In fact, he is indeed inferior to Lin Jinghong, both in strength and talent.

But Lin Jinghong is not the most talented person he has ever seen in his life!

The last talented person Elder Lin has seen in his life is his disciple Meng Fan.

So even if he is as strong as the Blood Soul Demon Lord, Elder Lin believes that Meng Fan can kill him with his sword one day.