"Door Master!"

Several disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect who rushed in saw the blood stains on his chest, and Lin Zhongyu, who collapsed on the Taishi chair and was blind, suddenly burst into tears, and cried out in grief, and the next moment angrily drew his sword and rushed towards Chen Jingle: "The thief takes his life!"

"Did the ancients have such a tendon?" Chen Jingle scolded secretly, his face grim.

I really don't know what to say, and I am really unlucky, with such a black pot on my back. But if you don't take some interest, you always feel sorry for yourself.

Originally, Chen Jingle was worried that the two of them would be too quiet, which would attract the attention of more Tianjian Sect members, so he could compress the momentum in a narrow range, but now that everyone has found out, it will suppress a fart!

Full fire!

In the dim candlelight, the momentum of the figure in the black power suit soared again, like an ancient fierce beast, exuding a violent aura. The two breaths that were originally stalemate slowly tilted towards one end of the scale.

On the field, the sword qi was fierce and unparalleled, the sword light thundered like thunder, and the horizontal sword and the magic sword were handed over, bursting out with bursts of sparks. The aura of the battle between the two instantly destroyed all the tables, chairs, and paintings on the walls in the hall, and debris flew around.

"Bang!"

The carved wooden window of paper paste was scraped by the knife qi, and it fell off and flew out in an instant, smashing on the stone steps outside the door, and falling apart.

The few Heavenly Sword Sect disciples who rushed in were forced back by the two strong momentums, and they couldn't get close to the battlefield at all, so they could only stand outside the field with long swords in their hands, looking at the black figure, their eyes breathing fire.

Seeing that the helper was coming, Lin Xiaotian was overjoyed, with a hideous smile on his face: "It's too late to run now!"

Holding the magic sword, he felt that he was unprecedentedly powerful, although the opponent's whole momentum was still climbing, but in his opinion, it was just the end of a strong crossbow, and he resisted stubbornly. Even if he can't kill him, as long as he drags it on, facing the siege of many Heavenly Sword Sect disciples, this person will definitely die.

Thinking of this, the magic sword flashed coldly, and the moves changed, matching the body technique under his feet, and stabbed Chen Jingle's heart.

However, Chen Jingle's eyes were indifferent, his eyes were full of cold murderous intent, under the black face scarf, the corners of his mouth pulled out a trace of arc, and the blood in his body gradually boiled. The surging killing intent on his body overflowed crazily, and it seemed to be about to condense and form, and it was difficult for everyone in the Heavenly Sword Sect present to breathe, and they retreated again and again.

Some of the weaker disciples were even more horrified: "What is the origin of this person, why is there such a strong and terrifying murderous aura?"

Compared with Chen Jingle, who has experienced a hundred battles, these newcomers who have only gone down the mountain once or twice are not enough to see, and they can't even bear the most basic momentum, let alone go head-to-head.

It's just that Lin Xiaotian, who fought against Chen Jingle on the field, suffered, and at this moment he no longer had the previous ease of freehand in his heart. The cold and condensed killing intent had already had a certain impact on his actions, and as time went by, he was shrouded in murderous aura, and he felt more and more difficult to resist, so he could only support himself.

But he can't be defeated, this guy in front of him must die in order to confirm that the other party is the real murderer who killed Lin Zhongyu!

"Shoot!" Seeing that the situation was not right, the disciples outside the door could no longer hold back, glanced at each other, and rushed in.

"Do you want to play group battles?" Chen Jingle's cold eyes rippled, "Then you have to have a chance!"

With a flick of the horizontal knife in his hand, he led the magic sword to the other side, Lin Xiaotian's face changed suddenly, and the direction in which the tip of the sword was pointed was exactly where several of his fellow disciples were located, so it seemed that they took the initiative to bump into it, and he became the murderer of his fellow disciples.

At the critical moment, Lin Xiaotian gritted his teeth and forcibly changed his moves, but the conflict of the true qi in his body made his body stagnate.

Chen Jingle was waiting for this opportunity.

The knife momentum changed again, changing the treacherous just now, and suddenly broke out, the momentum was fierce, like a fierce beast that chose people to devour, and layers of swords shrouded Lin Xiaotian in it.

"Not good!" Lin Xiaotian was shocked, his eyes widened, and he pulled out and pushed, while the magic sword in his hand struggled to resist. However, Chen Jingle was faster than him, and in the next moment, the horizontal knife was already close to him, and the cold light flashed.

"Ahh

Lin Xiaotian screamed, only to see that his left arm was broken at the root, blood spurted wildly from the wound, and a large amount of blood loss caused his face to turn pale instantly, his body staggered back, and his eyes were full of resentment.

My hand!

"Big brother!"

When the rest of the Heavenly Sword Sect disciples saw it, they exclaimed in surprise and pounced again, but they were more frightened than angry. The strength of the other party is so strong that even the senior brother is not his opponent. Also, even the master of the door died at his hands......

For a moment, people were panicked.

Hit Lin Xiaotian hard, the opponent's combat power was greatly reduced, how could Chen Jingle miss such a good opportunity.

"I want your life. ”

In the face of the many disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect who surrounded Wei and rescued Zhao, Chen Jingle didn't care about it, and wanted to kill Lin Xiaotian in front of him.

With this move, Lin Xiaotian was in a trance, as if he saw himself after carrying a sea of blood and hatred, and after the revenge failed, his martial arts were exhausted, and he was expelled from the Heavenly Sword Gate by Lin Zhongyu, and lived on the streets, becoming a dirty beggar who everyone hated.

His beloved little junior sister married his most hated second junior brother, and these two not only did not sympathize with his experience, but also sneered at him. They took their place in the sect and became the new elder brothers and sisters.

For a while, Lin Xiaotian's heart was like ashes.

Life is difficult, it is difficult to choose, and it is difficult to break the game.

"That's not right!" Lin Xiaotian suddenly woke up, but it was too late.

The horizontal knife instantly slashed through his throat, slicing open his trachea and major arteries, and bringing up a string of flying blood. The two passed by, the victory or defeat has been decided, and life and death have been decided.

Lin Xiaotian's eyes widened, and he wanted to swing his sword to stab at the enemy who was close at hand, but what frightened him was that his strength was rapidly retreating, and it was so difficult to raise the magic sword in his hand.

Are you going to die?

No, I don't!

The era that really belongs to me Lin Xiaotian has just begun, and I have not yet become the master of the Heavenly Sword Gate, and I have not yet become a heroic hero admired by everyone in the rivers and lakes!

I promised my little sister that I would marry her when I got revenge......

Lin Xiaotian flashed countless pictures in front of his eyes, and finally turned gray and white, fixed on his own killing Lin Zhongyu, before he died, he finally regained his brightness, there was consternation in his eyes, relief, relief, but no resentment.

Why......

Lin Xiaotian's lips moved slightly, but unfortunately he couldn't speak.

"Bell—"

Chen Jingle turned his wrist and struck the magic sword horizontally, and the magic sword instantly flew out of Lin Xiaotian's palm. Chen Jingle's eyes lit up, and he grabbed the magic sword with his left hand.

"Don't think about it!"

Several Heavenly Sword Sect disciples rushed over without fear of death, and they actually wanted to block the sword with their bodies to prevent Chen Jingle from getting the magic sword.

"Stupid!"

Chen Jingle couldn't help but scold, for the sake of a magic sword that brought disaster, why bother?