Although Nangong Jing himself is already old, his strength and cultivation as the head of the sect can still cope with it for a while, after all, people are the heads, not ordinary cultivators can be the heads.

Nangong Jing's face was indifferent, and there was melancholy in her tone.

Ou Yadu, Wei Weicai, and Feng Changqing are complicated in their hearts, and this head is really worthy of being sincere to the ten-faced.

Although Wei Weicai and Feng Changqing have wanted to be in charge for a long time, they were also quite moved to see Nangong Jing's heartfelt attitude towards the Ten Faces, and their hearts were mixed.

This old man has been a very famous person in the entire monastic world for many years.

"Take care!"

Several people from Ou Yadu saluted to express their respect and admiration for Nangong Jing.

Nangong Jing told several people that he has already been selected for the new head, and anyone who wears a jade card for the head is the new head.

After everything was done, Nangong Jing took out his sword and flew into the sky, flying in the direction where the demon bully was, his eyes were resolute and resolute.

Nangong Jing stared at the demon bully in mid-air: "Demon tyrant, I am the head of the ten-faced faction, Nangong Jing is also, I will come, wait for a long time." ”

"Nangong Jing is in charge. ”

As soon as the demon bully heard that the head of the ten-faced faction was here, his eyes immediately showed a chill.

"You're finally here to die, I've been waiting for a long time!"

At first, the demon lord thought that the head of Nangong Jing was afraid of death and did not dare to appear, but the demon lord had long heard that the masters in the Ten Faces Sect were like clouds, so he would not come up to fight with him now.

Isn't that a bit far-fetched.

Nangong Jing was very indifferent, he had one condition, that is, the other disciples in the Ten Faces Sect had nothing to do with this matter, about killing Fang Jiang Shuang.

It was he who ordered Li Bing to find it, and if the demon bully wanted to take revenge, he would kill himself.

"Fang Jiang Shuang died, I want to repay it with your entire ten-faced faction. The eyes of the demon bully were scarlet: "Everyone in the Ten Faces faction, no one wants to live!"

Suddenly, the demon bully flew up and rushed towards Nangong Jing.

Seeing this, Nangong Jing immediately responded to the battle, and the sword in his hand began to wave, worthy of being the head of the ten-faced faction, or a kind of high-level person.

At the same time, the guard barrier in the Ten Faces faction opened, and the barrier of the Ten Faces faction was established by a master many years ago, and it was several levels higher than the mountain gate barrier of other sects.

Legend has it that this barrier was fatal to any demon or monster.

Strands of white qi rushed directly towards the demon overlord.

The demon lord watched everything that happened with a cold eye, and strands of demonic qi erupted from his body, surrounding the ten-faced faction, and the white qi and the black demonic qi fought with each other.

They don't distinguish between you and me, they don't distinguish between victory and defeat, they face each other like this.

The strength of this enchantment is truly terrifying.

Soon, unexpectedly, the demonic aura of the demon bully actually pressed the white mist back.

Seeing this, Nangong Jing's heart tightened, impossible, this demon bully is much more powerful than he imagined, the demon bully, in the god realm, is also a leader, and his cultivation is no longer able to describe its grade.

The demon bully roared, staring at Nangong Jing not far away, and the demon bully saw that the old man Nangong Jing had already come with the idea of dying.

For a while, the demon lord admired Nangong Jing very much, the old man, who deserved to be the head of a faction, with a bit of courage and responsibility.

"I'm Nangong Jing, the head of the Ten Faced Sect!" Nangong Jing flew up and shouted, "Come on!"

After speaking, Nangong Jing rushed towards the demon bully.

The disciples of the Ten Faces on the ground saw that their own head was desperate, and their faces were extremely surprised, and the head of the sect was mighty.

The disciples did not leave, and anxiously looked up at the battle between Nangong Jing and the Demon Tyrant, not knowing which one would win this battle in the end.

If Nangong Jing loses, everyone doesn't dare to think about what will happen next, the strength of the demon bully has exceeded everyone's imagination.

Bang bang bang!

After a few loud bangs, the demonic qi and Nangong Jing used their mana to fight with the demonic qi, and the huge qi waves hit the ground, and everyone couldn't see the situation above.

Soon, the sword in Nangong Jing's hand pierced directly into the back of the demon overlord.

Everyone was happy, and there was hope.

However, everyone was just about to shout excitedly to celebrate, but they found that the sharp weapon in the hand of the demon bully pierced directly into Nangong Jing's heart at the same time.

In the next second, it was even more terrifying, and the demon bully picked out Nangong Jing's heart.

The demon bully is a little bit not enough, the huge ten-faced faction, is it such a so-called powerhouse?

Can't anyone kill themselves?

'Poof!' Nangong Jing spat out a few mouthfuls of blood, frowned and asked the demon bully: "I didn't expect it, do you want to die so much?"

Demon Bully nodded: "For me, it's harder to live than to die. ”

Nangong Jing was helpless: "Demon Tyrant, you are a thousand-year-old cultivator, no one can easily kill you." ”

The demon bully saw that Nangong Jing was not afraid of death.

"I am the head of the Ten Faces, and I should die for the Ten Faces, this is my duty and obligation. ”

Nangong Jing's face was indifferent, although she was going to die.

However, his mission has been accomplished, and he has no regrets, although the demon bully can't die, it lives very unhappy and unhappy, so what's the use.

Maybe in this way, it should be you who wins.

"Nangong Jing, if you are not afraid of death, then I will fulfill you!" After speaking, the demon overlord's eyes were cold, and the next second he pierced Nangong Jing's heart.

Nangong Jing closed her eyes, and fell from the air with an 'ah' sound, slamming into the ground.

At this moment, Nangong Jing recalled the scene of her childhood, recalled the moment she became the leader, and recalled many things......

Nangong Jing flew and landed like this, and his life was about to end like this, drawing an end.

Nangong Jing became the head of the Ten Faces faction, with great power in his hands, and in the entire cultivation world, he was a master, and at this time, everything was fleeting.

People will eventually die, so they die vigorously and well, Nangong Jing has no regrets.

"Nangong Jing's master!he, he's dead!" The disciples were extremely sad and rushed up to hug Nangong Jing's body.

"Kill that damn demon bully and avenge the head of Nangong Jing!"

Everyone in the Ten Faces Sect was already angry, these disciples were Ou Yadu, Feng Changqing, and Wei Weicai who had not been taken away, and the high-level masters had already been pulled away by a few.

……

At this time, in the Fenghai Sword Sect, Zhang Junzheng was meditating in the small pavilion, and Yang Shaoliu was practicing swords.

Zhang Jun's coming to the Fenghai Sword Sect means that Yang Shaoliu can no longer be a demon and do some troublesome things.

Yang Shaoliu is a good man, but he is still far behind his master Zhang Jun.

"Master, it's been several hours, I'm tired, tell me to rest for a while, right?"

Yang Shaoliu begged Zhang Jun with an aggrieved face, he had been cultivating boringly for a short time, Yang Shaoliu was very unaccustomed to it, he had never cultivated seriously before, but studied the so-called immortal medicine all day long.

"Shaoliu, your master and I have been accompanying you in cultivation for the past few days, do you think I'm not tired? It should be me who is tired, right?" Zhang Jun glared at Yang Shaoliu.