Long Aotian's burly figure stood in front of the monks, "Ling Yuelun, Master Yongjing was merciful but was murdered by you, how can I get justice for him today." Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Ling Yuelun held the sword unmoved, he said, "I didn't kill this monk!"

"The sect master of the Tianshan Sect didn't expect to be a bad seed, in front of everyone's eyes, everyone in the world is looking at it, can you still hide?"

"I just slashed him, I didn't kill him!" Ling Yuelun frowned. That sword was too late to be withdrawn, and it was also a hurry when he saw Monk Yongjing appear, but when Monk Yongjing appeared, he wanted to hold his wrist with one hand and stop Long Aotian's advance with the other. But I don't want Monk Yongjing to hold it on the wrist of his own house, but it is like a three-year-old child pinching himself, without the slightest strength, where to resist it, the snow falcon sword is naturally unstoppable and slashes down, but this sword move Ling Yuelun is closed after all, it is impossible to kill Monk Yongjing with a sword, Ling Yuelun never thought that this old monk was so fragile.

Long Aotian scoffed, "Yes, you didn't kill him, you just slashed a sword, then you let me try with a punch, if you die, I will also say, I just punched but didn't kill you......"

Ling Yuelun thought of Long Aotian's weird smile before he made a move, as well as an inexplicable thank you...... "What tricks did you play?" Ling Yuelun had a gloomy face, his eyes staring at Long Aotian.

"You return my master's life...... a big monk was grief-stricken, only to see his long stick smashed straight out, but he didn't want the sword in Ling Yuelun's hand to cut off the wooden stick lightly, the big monk was knocked back by a palm, Xiao Liping grabbed the big monk, and said angrily: "You Tianshan faction, is it reasonable to kill someone?"

Ling Yuelun saw that this Long Aotian looked indignant, and his heart was unhappy for a while, he mocked: "You Shadow Sect will kill and kill, but my Tianshan Sect will kill people but be pointed at by Qianfu?" The Shaolin stick monk hurriedly took out the stick and tried to restrain him but couldn't, the sharp blade of the snow falcon easily broke the wooden stick and went straight to Long Aotian.

When everyone from the Tianshan faction saw the head of the sect making a move, they were naturally eager to try, and they raised their swords and went towards the Shaolin stick monk.

"Roar... roar...."It was another earth-shattering thunderous sound, the chaotic people in the ring fell to the ground one after another, some people with shallow skills even fainted, even Ling Yuelun hurriedly stopped attacking and covered his ears, if it weren't for Jiang Yun and the others who were far away from the ring, this sound would only be unconscious.

"Lion's roar?" Jiang Yun couldn't believe it.

"No! It's just a simple injection of internal force into the sound, and the lion's roar is louder than this, but not so sharp. Xiao Lang explained.

Long Aotian's face was flushed, and his neck was even more terrifying. "Give it all to me! This is a competition between the two of us!" he gasped, and it took more than ten seconds for his thick red neck to recover, and his domineering appearance made people dare not question it.

Everyone on the stage was softened by a cry, and the only ones who were okay were Xiao Liping and Ling Yuelun, Xiao Liping picked up the body of Monk Yongjing and the fainted Hua Manxian and fell into the ring. Before he could wait for the rest of the people to go down, Long Aotian made a move, this time he made the first move, and there was no fear of Ling Yuelun's Snow Falcon Sword in his eyes. His steely fists burst out with lightning-like speed, and what was even more terrifying was that every punch carried at least three identical fist shadows, as if carved out of a mold. In the blink of an eye, Ling Yuelun became the disadvantage, not to mention that the true and false of Long Aotian's fist shadow could not be distinguished, the terrifying speed of the fist alone made him unable to parry. The fist and the sword body collided together, but there was no sound, Long Aotian used the fist shadow to bypass Ling Yuelun's sword encirclement, and the fist hit Ling Yuelun's shoulder with the weight of a thousand catties of cast iron.

"Be careful!" Ling Li's figure flickered, and she jumped up to catch Ling Yuelun and make him fall into the ring. Ling Yuelun pushed Ling Li away, he wiped the blood stains from the corner of his mouth, and slowly stepped forward with a sword in one hand.

"Palace... Brother, let's deal with him together!" Ling Li said.

"Go down!" Ling Yuelun said coldly.

"You're crazy, aren't you?" Long Aotian glanced at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes showed contempt.

"You don't need to be two of you together. Although Ling Yuelun said this, he knew that it was not easy for a single product to defeat Long Aotian on his own, so he took the lead again, the snow falcon sword was fierce and fierce, and the sound of the sword breaking through the air made people feel chills in their hearts - "Folding plum style five - plum blossom three falls." The tip of the snow falcon sword that he attacked with a light swing of his wrist also swung left and right, as if at the same time, there were three swords attacking, each sword seemed to draw a plum blossom, which was different from Long Aotian's fist shadow, this sword shadow was real, just let the tip of the sword touch the face for fear that there would be a bloody plum blossom mark on the face. Long Aotian sneered, he naturally knew whether Ling Yuelun's sword shadow was true or false, he was an expert in this regard, and seeing the sword moves aggressively, he could have retreated and then sought an opportunity, but he stretched out his fist......

Ling Yuelun didn't believe that this guy actually dared to block his sword with his fist, although his fist was as strong as steel, but the Snow Falcon Sword was not as sharp as clay!"You are looking for death!" Ling Yuelun didn't think that Long Aotian's fist could block his sword.

Seeing that the fist was about to hit the sword, there was a "ding" sound, and the tip of the sword swinging left and right actually stopped, and the sunshine Long Aotian's fist flashed brightly, "What is it?" Before Ling Yuelun could think about it, Long Aotian's fist sideways the snow falcon and collided again, seeing that he was about to be hit again, Ling Yuelun had to attack this punch with one palm. There was a muffled sound like a dark thunder in the distant sky.

Ling Yuelun retreated five steps away, and Long Aotian only took two steps back, this fist collision was the first time that the two of them had a frontal collision of internal force, and the level of the internal force of the two could be seen from the number of steps that were shaken back, "Make a great move! Otherwise, you won't have a chance!" Long Aotian clasped his palms in front of his chest, as if he was rubbing his palms, and there was no trace of solemnity on his face, "No, no, no... Even if you use a special move, you won't stand a chance, but you have to have a chance to fight for your life, it's a pity to die like this!" he mocked.

Ling Yuelun's face was pale, Long Aotian's provocation was very successful, and the way to make people angry was never to give him a basin of cold water on his head when he was elated, but to step on him when he fell to the ground. The sword body vibrate, Ling Yuelun was very angry, anger made the sword in his hand tremble, or scream, suddenly he shouted, the trembling long sword stabbed to the ground fiercely, the sharp tip of the sword pierced the stone slab easily, but what surprised people was that the sword body was filled with gray air at the same time, and the cold pierced into the bones of everyone who approached in an instant, and the gray air was like a swept wind, spreading against the ground, turning into a crystal light where it passed, and a thin layer of ice covered the entire ring. The body of the snow falcon sword was half inserted into the ground, and the originally sharp sword was also wrapped in thick ice, like a sword sealed in the ice, but the owner of the sword was gone, Ling Yuelun on the other end of the sword handle rushed towards Long Aotian at the moment of the sword's shot, and the palms in his hands also turned gray and white, just the whirlpool of gray and white in his palm was so rich that it made people palpitate, no one could avoid this palm, in this ice crystal-covered ring, Long Aotian had no chance to dodge, this is also Ling Yuelun's trick - "Nine feet cold!" This move is never just a palm technique, it is a palm that cannot be avoided, and no one can move quickly on this ice, except himself.

Long Aotian twisted his head and made a crackling sound, he didn't seem to be worried about Ling Yuelun's palm at all, no one dared to say that he had a 100% chance of winning against this palm, and the speed of Ling Yuelun's riot on this ice layer would inevitably lead to overwhelming even if Long Aotian's strength was higher than that of his opponent, but Long Aotian was full of confidence, he still looked at Ling Yuelun with a calm face, and he was afraid of him in the previous battle.

The palm was only three feet away from him, Long Aotian chuckled and rubbed his fists; two feet, he finally put away his smile and looked at his opponent; just one foot away, he saw Long Aotian stomp violently at his feet, and the ice chips on the soles of his feet scattered, and the smooth ice that was originally covered with the ring was stepped out of a deep pit by him, and then he faced him with both palms without fear, not so much fearless, but with confidence, or did the conspiracy succeed?

Ling Yuelun's full palm naturally wouldn't stop because the ice under Long Aotian's feet was broken, the momentum and the speed of the riot were enough to cover up the gap between the internal forces of the people, but a flash appeared in Long Aotian's palm, if it wasn't for the flickering in the sun, he couldn't find it at all, "What?" Ling Yuelun was surprised again, thinking of the strange situation that his sword was stopped just now before it touched Long Aotian's fist, and thinking of why Master Yongjing was killed immediately after being slashed by his own sword, "It's you!" Ling Yuelun finally understood Long Aotian's methods, but this palm that attacked with all his strength could not be recovered, and Ling Yuelun's palm was filled with a gray aura. The cold qi gathered in the palm of his hand moved out like a wolf and a tiger, biting Long Aotian's palms.

Long Aotian didn't expect Ling Yuelun's full force to attack with such a powerful palm, the piercing cold aura in front of him hit him like a wild beast, the majestic momentum made the deep pit that stepped out of it unable to stabilize his body at all, his heel rested on the ice and set off a piece of ice crystal, a straight ice mark was drawn in the ring, Long Aotian was "nine feet cold" by this palm After retreating five meters in a row, he finally stopped when he was almost on the edge of the ring, and the biting cold, tiger-wolf-like gnawing and breaking through his palm finally weakened, and at the moment he was languishing like a chicken pecking rice. "It's my turn!" Long Aotian's face darkened, and there was only one word written on his majestic and somewhat terrifying face—"Death!"