Mr. Lin blushed a little.
It's not that I'm shy, I'm angry!
It's simply too much of a lie.
It's like you slapped someone in the face and said someone else's face was oily and your hands were dirty.
Mr. Lin looked at the Blood Soul Demon Lord with a relaxed and happy face. He suppressed his physical weakness and once again mobilized all kinds of sword energy in the sword world, preparing to kill the opponent again.
Regardless of whether it works or not, he has to do it!
You can't surrender, right?
If surrendering could save his son's life, he would be willing to pull this old face off and trample his own dignity under his feet.
It's a pity that the other party will not give him this opportunity.
"Pfft~~~" Mr. Lin, who had forcibly mobilized the energy of the sword world, was overdrafted at this moment and couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of blood.
This time I really tried my best, and there will be no next time.
If this sword still fails to defeat the Blood Soul Demon Lord, Mr. Lin's body will be almost exhausted, and he will no longer have any fighting power, and he will have no choice but to fend for himself.
Lin Bianyun, since he became the sword-wielding elder of the Shushan Sword Sect, he has never encountered such a dangerous situation.
It can only be said that after possessing the Demon Suppressing Sword, he inevitably swelled up and became a little unable to recognize himself.
If it were Lin Jinghong who was standing here today, he felt that this old guy 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, Mr. Lin suddenly had a realization. Unfortunately, this realization came too late, and he had no time to consume it.
Sword energy from all directions surged towards the Blood Soul Demon Lord, and the blood from the corner of Mr. Lin's mouth couldn't stop flowing down.
Gradually, blood flowed out of the corners of his eyes, ears, and nostrils. He was extremely embarrassed, and could even be said to be miserable!
This is a sign that the body is stretched to its limit and is completely drained.
What made Mr. Lin despair was that the phantom of the Blood Soul Demon Lord was the same as before. He just stretched out a finger and moved forward lightly.
In an instant, the teaching energy all over the sky dissipated again.
so easy!
This kind of attack that gave even land gods a headache was easily resolved by the phantom of the Blood Soul Demon Lord twice in a row.
The corner of Mr. Lin's mouth showed bitterness, and a trace of despair arose in his heart.
In fact, the first time the Blood Soul Demon Lord defused the attack, he did so lightly, but this second time it was still a bit stressful.
Elder Lin was keenly aware that the shadow of Blood Soul Demon Lord was slightly dimmed.
But it's just a little darker, it doesn't mean much!
If he could still burst out ten or eight times of this sword world energy attack, he might be able to defeat the Blood Soul Demon Lord.
It's a pity that now he can't do it even once, let alone eight times out of ten.
There is not even a drop of vitality left in the body!
Squeezed dry.
Hopeless.
There is no way out!
"Blood Soul Demon Lord, if I voluntarily sacrifice my soul to you, can you please let my son go?"
In desperation, Mr. Lin completely lost his temper, trampled his dignity under his feet, and begged the Blood Soul Demon Lord for mercy.
Beg for mercy for your son!
If his own death could be exchanged for his son's life, he would be happy to do so.
As the sword energy flowing towards the Blood Soul Demon Lord in the sword world dissipated, Mr. Lin also weakened and fell to the ground.
He put his hands on the ground in a push-up position, trying to support his body.
Unfortunately, he was exhausted and had drained the last drop of energy from his body. He just wanted to stand up, but he felt unable to do so.
It is hard to imagine that a generation of top masters would fall to this level.
"Are you begging me?" Blood Soul Demon Lord smiled, and said to Mr. Lin with a tone full of teasing.
"Yes!" Mr. Lin said through gritted teeth.
Upon hearing this, the Blood Soul Demon Lord looked at Elder Lin who was "doing push-ups". He walked over and stepped on Elder Lin's back.
"Bang~~~"
Mr. Lin's sternum and chin were stepped on and hit the ground hard.
There should be no ground in the Sword World, but it is shown from Elder Lin's perspective, so the ground appears beneath his feet subconsciously.
"When asking for help, you must use the word 'ask' and the honorific title 'you', and you must address me as the respected Blood Soul Demon Lord!"
After hearing the words of the Blood Soul Demon Lord, Elder Lin, who was trampled under his feet, endured the humiliation in his heart. In order for his son to survive, he could only take the initiative to bear this humiliation and seek a chance for his son to survive.
He gritted his teeth, even breaking the roots of his teeth.
"Dear Lord Blood Soul Demon Lord, I am willing to sacrifice my soul to you. Please let my son go!"
Mr. Lin has always wanted to be 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 all his pride and dignity, like a lost dog, wagging its tail and begging for mercy.
“Is this the sword-wielding elder of the Shushan Sword Sect?
Haha, this is so despicable. I thought you Shushan Sword Sect were so aloof and aloof.
Now that I see it, it’s really just in vain and ridiculous! "
Mr. Lin lowered his head and said nothing. He had indeed embarrassed the Shushan Sword Sect and his ancestors today.
But for the sake of his son, he can only lose face!
"Dear Lord Blood Soul Demon, please let my son go." Elder Lin gritted his teeth and said again.
The total number of times he begged for mercy in his life was 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, but I didn't say yes.
Your son's soul has long been sacrificed to me. How could I let him go?
Today, I want both your and your son’s souls!
Haha, how can I let your father and son endure the pain of separation? "
Hearing the words of the Blood Soul Demon Lord, Lin Laodun's eyes were about to burst.
He understood that the other party was deliberately teasing him and trampling on his dignity.
Let yourself beg for mercy, and then deliberately reject yourself after begging for mercy.
This is a toy.
As expected, people in the demon world are all monsters and monsters, and should not be trusted easily.
Deep down in his heart, he actually knew that it was unlikely that the Blood Soul Demon Lord would let his son go, but no matter how small the possibility was, he would give it a try.
This is the only thing he can do now that he is humble.
"For today's humiliation, we, the Shushan Sword Sect, will definitely make you pay the price in the future!" Elder Lin said in a cold and ruthless tone.
Now that the Blood Soul Demon Lord has been torn apart, he will naturally no longer have hope.
This Blood Soul Demon Lord is indeed strong, but he believes that someone from the Shushan Sword Sect will eventually avenge him.
My own disciple, Meng Fan!
Elder Lin has always been very proud of this disciple.
Although he has refused to admit defeat in his life and feels that he is not weaker than Lin Jinghong, this is just his own opinion.
In fact, he is indeed inferior to Lin Jinghong, both in terms of strength and talent.
But Lin Jinghong is not the most talented person he has ever seen in his life!
The last person with talent that Mr. Lin had seen in his life was his disciple Meng Fan.
Therefore, even if he is as powerful as the Blood Soul Demon Lord, Mr. Lin still believes that Meng Fan can kill him with the sword one day.
