Control the Streamer Sword

Under the probing of the Spirit Orb, the Liuguang Sword held no more secrets.

Soon, the old man found the method to control the Liuguang Sword and laughed heartily: "This Liuguang Sword's consciousness is chaotic, which is precisely the best time for us to act."

In the distance, the Tianwu Pavilion Disciples, learning that the Liuguang Sword could be easily obtained by them, exchanged glances: "How about... we use the Liuguang Sword to deal with them?"

The Liuguang Sword had come here to save people, but now it was being used by them to kill the Disciples of the Lingjian Sect.

If Xiao Feng were to discover this, it was highly likely that he would utterly detest them.

At this moment, the old man placed his palm on the Spirit Orb, and the Spirit Energy within his body continuously poured into it.

As white threads appeared within the Spirit Orb, the Liuguang Sword was clearly under his control and landed in Lin Yuan's hand not far away.

Lin Yuan's legs had been broken, leaving him no chance to escape. He could only watch helplessly as white threads manipulated him.

At this time, Xu Qiao saw Lin Yuan stand up again, his face filled with shock: "You... what is this..."

"Quickly move aside, he is using Spirit Energy to form threads to control my body, I can't control it."

When they learned that Lin Yuan was controlled, their eyes widened suddenly.

Just as the Lingjian Sect Disciples were preparing to leave, the old man burst into laughter: "Want to leave now? Isn't it too late?"

He saw him fiercely flip his hand, and the Liuguang Sword, held by Lin Yuan, was brutally thrust into the body of a Disciple.

In an instant, that Disciple looked at Lin Yuan with a face full of disbelief.

Even at his death, he did not understand why the person he was protecting would kill him.

Lin Yuan looked at the corpse lying on the ground with a face full of sorrow, then raised his eyes to look at the old man in the air: "Please, kill me and let them go."

Since there was no strength to resist, death might be the best method.

The old man looked at Lin Yuan's pained face, feeling a strange sense of pleasure, and said with a mocking smile: "You want me to let them go? It's not impossible."

In an instant, he vaguely felt a glimmer of light, feeling that he could be free from control.

"As long as you can kneel and beg for mercy, admitting that your Lingjian Sect is inferior to our Tianwu Pavilion, otherwise... I will make you personally kill your so-called Senior Brothers and Junior Brothers."

At this moment, the Lingjian Sect Disciples exchanged glances and took a step forward: "We would rather be killed by him than kneel before him."

"Xiao Feng will avenge us, I will die without regret."

At this time, they withdrew all the Spirit Energy within their bodies, allowing the old man to control the blade to kill.

Seeing the expressions on their faces, his temper flared up.

At this moment, Lin Yuan vaguely remembered that he had seen the old man before and exclaimed: "Mao Jun?"

When the old man heard Lin Yuan call out his name, he looked at him with surprise: "Oh? Someone can recognize this old man's name, that's not simple."

"It really is you, you old dog, I should have killed you back then."

Mao Jun saw the rage on Lin Yuan's face and sneered: "I'll ask you one last time, will you kneel? You only have this one chance."

Seeing that he intended to continue attacking, Lin Yuan fell into contemplation.

The fact that the Liuguang Sword could arrive here early clearly indicated that Xiao Feng had encountered even more troublesome matters on his side.

Since that was the case, there should be no other reinforcements around them.

At this moment, Mao Jun walked a few steps towards him: "You are just a stray dog now, what right do you have to criticize me? Your lives are in my hands."

On Divine Sword Peak, the Disciples, seeing that Mao Jun had great animosity towards them, spoke up one after another: "We would rather stand tall, never kneel in death."

"We cannot kneel, our Lingjian Sect is not inferior to their Tianwu Pavilion, they are just taking advantage of the situation."

Mao Jun saw them coming forward one after another, snorted coldly, and the white threads in his hand flicked continuously.

"Puchi..."

The blade pierced into the chest of one of the Disciples, brutally killing him on the spot.

And this Disciple, even in death, was comforting Lin Yuan, his voice appearing somewhat intermittent: "Don't... don't kneel."

The other Disciples saw someone leading the way for them and stood beside him one after another: "If you have the guts, kill all of us, otherwise, just wait for Xiao Feng to return obediently."

Now that the Liuguang Sword could come here, it was likely that Xiao Feng already knew about the incident at the Lingjian Sect, and might even be on his way back.

Lin Yuan saw the angry expressions on their faces and knew that he absolutely could not yield.

Otherwise, not only would he look down on himself, but even the people in the Sect probably wouldn't be able to understand him.

"Looking at you like this? You don't plan to kneel, do you?"

Lin Yuan saw him focus his gaze on him and said with a proud face: "If you have the guts, kill me, otherwise... nothing you say is useful."

In the distance, the Elders of the Tianwu Pavilion all looked at Mao Jun: "What are you wasting time talking to them about? Kill them as soon as possible, or when Xiao Feng returns, we will all die."

"Xiao Feng's strength is very formidable, when he returns, we can only leave in a sorry state."

Mao Jun saw them putting pressure on him, turned and looked at Lin Yuan beside him: "Next, I will borrow your body for a while, I hope you can be strong."

Lin Yuan closed his eyes and spread the little Spirit Energy he had within his body, attempting to force them back.

Unfortunately, his strength was merely a drop in the bucket compared to Mao Jun, and he didn't even take it to heart.

"Puchi..."

Another sword fiercely pierced through the chest of a Disciple, who desperately clutched Lin Yuan's hand: "Avenge us."

The other Disciples all raised their eyes to look at Mao Jun in the air and nodded: "Avenge us."

Lin Yuan knew he had no ability to resist Mao Jun, and a huge fire burned in his heart.

However, he was controlled and could only passively kill the Disciples of the Lingjian Sect.

At this moment, Bai Chengwang and Xu Qiao exchanged glances.

"We cannot let him kill our Sect's Disciples at this speed, otherwise the Lingjian Sect will have no one left to use."

Although these Disciples were the lowest level in the Lingjian Sect, it was precisely among these people that some possessed considerable potential.

If they were all killed, there would only be one possibility, and that was the annihilation of the Lingjian Sect.

In a short while, Xu Qiao and Bai Chengwang arrived beside Lin Yuan.

When Lin Yuan saw the two of them blocking his path, he shouted with a face full of despair: "Quickly get out of the way, I can't control my body."

How could Xu Qiao and Bai Chengwang not know that he was controlled? They just didn't take it to heart and attempted to firmly suppress him.

Not far away, Mao Jun saw two relatively important people come out and snorted coldly: "Then I'll start with you two old fogies and see if you surrender."

Lin Yuan resisted desperately, but found that his strength was like trying to put out a fire with a cup of water, having almost no effect at all.

In an instant, the Liuguang Sword fiercely stabbed towards Bai Chengwang's chest.

Seeing that this move was unavoidable, Bai Chengwang looked into the distance with a face full of despair: "Why hasn't Xiao Feng returned yet? Could it be that he really has to wait until we are completely depleted and fight to the last man?"

As soon as his voice fell, a sound of rushing wind came from a distance and landed in front of him.