Liu Tianxuan's expression was full of disdain, and his eyes were as cold as frost, in his eyes, Li Qifeng was just a guy who had gone [dog] [] luck, if it weren't for those old guys from the Sword Sect who worked hard to store qi for Li Qifeng, Li Qifeng could have this ability?

Regardless of anything else, it's just the three qi machines that Li Qifeng borrowed before, I'm afraid Mo Wentian has spent a lot of effort, but it's a pity that Li Qifeng is a guy who can't support the wall in the mud after all, just to deal with Zhu Que is to consume two qi machines, just now in order to offset the kick he stepped on, I'm afraid that the last qi machine is also consumed. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Now, only Li Qifeng's own three qi engines are left, and they can't make much waves after all.

"Do you still have hole cards to play now?"

The disdain in Liu Tianxuan's expression was even more intense, like an elephant, looking down at a tiny ant, just his breath could ruthlessly destroy the ant.

Li Qifeng smiled, his expression became calm, he glanced at Zhou Wuming, who was rapidly dissipating his qi behind him, and said, "Elder Zhou, you are now the only old man of the Sword Sect above the Sword Shrine Peak, you still need to preside over the overall situation, as for the rest, just leave it to us." ”

Zhou Wuming's expression showed a hint of astonishment, and he quickly nodded slightly, with a hint of a smile in his expression, and said, "I believe in you, I have something for you." ”

Li Qifeng said, "What is it?"

Zhou Wuming's expression was very serious, a small silver sword appeared in the palm of his hand, and above the small sword, five rays of light flowed, like gurgling water flowing continuously, exuding a palpitating atmosphere.

"Master Mo handed over the three-inch Qingfeng's mastery to you, which means that you are the sect master of the next generation of the Sword Sect, and now I will hand over the last sect master token to you. ”

Zhou Wuming said softly.

Li Qifeng was puzzled and said, "Why me?"

Zhou Wuming glanced at the sword qi that was constantly gushing out of the sword mound, and said, "Only the sect master of the three-inch Qingfeng has been able to cultivate in the past dynasties, and others are not qualified to cultivate, so it must be you." ”

Li Qifeng said: "I'm afraid I have no way to refuse?"

Zhou Wuming nodded and said, "Take the sword!"

Li Qifeng stretched out his hands, and the silver sword fell into the palm of his hand, and the heavy weight suddenly made Li Qifeng's expression change, his hands were clenched, and the sharp little sword actually cut the palm of his hand, and the blood soaked the silver little sword.

The silver disappears.

In its place was blood.

Zhou Wuming's expression changed slightly, he looked at Li Qifeng in surprise, and said, "It's really strange, this has never happened to the sword." ”

The heavy little sword became as light as a feather at this moment.

Li Qifeng looked at it carefully, and it was difficult to understand Zhou Wuming's words.

Liu Tianxuan, who had been watching coldly, said slowly: "Don't think about it, this sword has already been tampered with, and I'm afraid only Li Qifeng's can control it." ”

Zhou Wuming's expression changed slightly, pondered for a moment, nodded lightly, and said, "Mo Ye really has foresight. ”

Liu Tianxuan frowned slightly, and said: "Mo Wentian is just a poor donkey, and it is really ridiculous to put the Sword Sect in the hands of a hairy boy." ”

"That's not something you worry about. ”

Li Qifeng said in a colder tone.

Liu Tianxuan nodded and said, "It's true that it's not something I'm worried about, but you may be the most pitiful and shortest sect master in the history of the Sword Sect." ”

Li Qifeng smiled and said no more.

Liu Tianxuan's expression became extremely cold, and as soon as his body moved, a long purple rainbow stretched across the sky, and a brutal punch smashed out.

The sudden and powerful attack made Li Qifeng's expression change slightly.

Push forward with both palms forward.

One punch to implement.

Li Qifeng's body suddenly flew backwards, and the ****'s feet drew two long blood paths on the ground.

The body moves again.

Liu Tianxuan appeared in Li Qifeng's body.

An indifferent face came into Li Qifeng's eyes.

A punch landed on Li Qifeng's chest.

The three powerful qi machines that gathered together were directly defeated.

Liu Tianxuan's body stood still, and the disdain in his eyes was even worse.

"When did the Sect Master of the Sword Sect become so weak?"

Liu Tianxuan said in a calm tone.

Li Qifeng stood still, holding the small silver sword in his right hand, and the brilliance circulating on the sword body was also dyed with blood, and the blood light continued to emanate.

The collapsed qi gathered again little by little.

Li Qifeng's eyes were scorching.

Liu Tianxuan's eyes showed a hint of playfulness, looked at Li Qifeng, and said, "There are quite a lot of moths." ”

……

……

Firefinch's gaze swept in all directions, and he said slowly: "Everyone, let's do it, don't delay any longer." ”

Zhu Que nodded lightly and said, "The Sword Sect has been famous for thousands of years, but it is really ridiculous that it has not reached the end of today. ”

The black giant knife in the hand of the overlord suddenly moved, and said in a cold tone: "I really don't want to pay attention to anything else, I just want to get what I want." ”

Duanmu Yuanhui, the deputy sect master of the Jixia School Palace, who had always been invisible, showed a hint of different color in his eyes, and his silent body retreated a few steps back.

At the same time.

The masters of the Jixia School Palace also stayed away from the land of right and wrong without a trace.

Those masters of the rivers and lakes who are holding a piece of the leftovers have become active, there is no work in vain in this world, and the old fritters who dare to kill the old fritters in the rivers and lakes of this Sword Sect will never do the thing that is stained with a fishy body and can't eat a little meat.

Now that it has reached the most critical moment, the masters in the rivers and lakes have completely torn off the false faces in the past, and completely showed their fangs, wanting to give the disciples of the Sword Sect a fatal blow.

……

……

"Ahh

A terrible voice rang out.

A disciple of the Sword Sect died tragically under the black knife of the master of the Sword Sect.

The mournful cry seemed to be the clarion call for the beginning of the battle.

No matter what the final outcome was, the disciples of the Sword Sect who had been suppressed for a long time completely exhaled their resentment in their hearts, and unceremoniously launched a counterattack against the masters in the rivers and lakes, the powerhouses of the three sect masters.

Gui Yuan stood, his brow furrowed.

"I don't want the Sword Sect to perish. ”

The flat tone reached the ears of the monk holding the iron rod.

The old monk's body moved slightly, and among the Buddhas, the words of the living Buddha were followed.

After pondering for a while, the old monk said in a calm tone: "If the Sword Sect wants not to perish, it can only leave here and stay away from the strife here. ”

Gui Yuan nodded slightly.