Quiet!

There was silence all around, almost audible of a pin dropping.

Whether it was the elite members of the Iron Blood Alliance, the inner disciples who stood on Ling Feng's side, the onlookers, and the deacons and elders who were hiding in the shadows to watch, they all stood in place.

Is this really a martial artist of the Qi Condensation Realm?

Those elites of the Iron Blood Alliance who followed Jing Wuxue to kill with great momentum didn't even dare to step forward to help Jing Wuxue.

Everyone was stunned, shocked and scared!

Lin Xian'er's eyelids were beating wildly, and her heart once again set off a stormy wave.

She asked herself that she could easily defeat Jing Wuxue, but she was a seventh-fold Condensation Realm, and Ling Feng was only a Condensation Qi Realm!

"Whew!"

Ling Feng stood proudly in place, lifted the blade of the sword in his hand, and blew lightly.

Blew off the blood stains on the blade.

These blood stains are all the blood on Jing Wuxue's body.

Every sword hole on his body was three points into his body, just cutting the tendons, and it would not kill him immediately.

His death will be a bloody death.

Jing has no blood, and soon it will be true to its name, and it will really become "bloodless".

Atrocious!

It's brutal!

Seeing Ling Feng's cold gaze, those elite members of the Iron Blood Alliance, their legs weakened, and they fell to their knees.

No one dared to help Jing Wuxue, and the elites of the Iron and Blood Alliance, all of whom were like pugs, begged for mercy.

Some kept kowtowing, some slapped themselves hard, and some scolded Jing Wuxue, saying that they were unwilling to do evil with Jing Wuxue for a long time.

All in all, in front of Ling Feng's overwhelming power, those so-called True Inheritance disciples were all terrified.

"You deserve it! Let you scum oppress the weak!"

"Jing Wuxue, you bastard, you have today!hahaha......"

"Uncle Ling Feng did a good job, these guys should be taught this kind of lesson!"

“......”

No one will sympathize with Jing Wuxue, these moths of the sect, everyone shouts and beats.

"Is this what happened to me......"

Jing Wuxue felt that his consciousness was becoming more and more blurred, and the blood in his body seemed to be running out.

When he was on the verge of death, he realized that he had also become a street rat, and everyone wanted to kill him.

He suddenly remembered that when he was a teenager, he was once like Ling Feng, he was supported by everyone, and he was the goal and example that all young disciples were striving for.

The younger brothers and sisters said "Senior Brother Jing" and "Senior Brother Jing", from the heart, how sincere and beautiful!

"At that time...... How wonderful!"

In Jing Wuxue's eyes, a trace of tears flowed, and at the last moment of his life, he repented.

"Boom!"

The mangled body fell heavily to the ground, the blood had dried up, and the bloodless sound came to an end.

However, no one will sympathize, and even want to step on a few feet and spit a few times.

......

"Oh no, boss, something is wrong!"

Asking the Immortal Sect, the main peak of the Flowing Immortals, Li Liang hurriedly rushed into the ashram of the head Lin Canglang's retreat.

"Elder Li, you are in a hurry, what is the so-called matter. ”

Lin Canglang opened his eyes slightly, and a trace of displeasure flashed on his face. He had just sent his daughter away, and at this moment he was comprehending the basic sword score that Lin Xian'er brought him.

"Boss, hit ...... The fight started, that Ling Feng and your true disciple Jing Wuxue, they fought!"

Due to the hurry of running, Li Liang was a little out of breath.

"What, Ling Feng's kid is back!" In the half month that Ling Feng disappeared, Lin Canglang also wanted to summon Ling Feng several times, but he was never in the sect, he only thought that Ling Feng was out to practice.

But unexpectedly, as soon as Ling Feng came back, he had a conflict with one of his remaining true disciples. (PS: Lin Canglang originally had two true disciples, and the second disciple Yun Zheng was killed by Lin Canglang because of Ling Feng.) ）

"Damn, how could Ling Feng be so stupid and dare to provoke Jing Wuxue!" Lin Canglang immediately began to worry about Ling Feng's life, it was not that he cared about Ling Feng, but that Ling Feng hadn't taken back Duanmu Qingshan's sword score to himself, and now if Ling Feng was killed by Jing Wuxue, wouldn't he fall short.

"What the hell is going on?" Lin Canglang stood up suddenly, "Forget it, talk as you go, where are they, take this head quickly!"

"They confronted each other in front of the Iron and Blood Alliance's Iron and Blood Building, and I came to inform the head as soon as I heard the news. Li Liang said as he hurriedly led the way in front.

"I hope that Wuxue can restrain his temper, and don't do stupid things! Otherwise, he will be a disciple of his own family, and the head of this sect will also kill him with one slap!"

Lin Canglang clenched his fists, and secretly scolded Ling Feng in his heart, who had never stopped since he joined the sect.

He didn't know that it wasn't Ling Feng he should be worried about, but his own personal disciple.

With Lin Canglang's flight speed, they had already flown to their destination in less than half a cup of tea.

However, when he arrived, it was indeed too late.

The first thing he saw was that Jing Wuxue was pierced with more than a dozen sword holes all over his body, and then with a "bang", he fell to the ground and died of anger.

"How is that possible?"

Lin Canglang's eyelids jumped wildly, Jing Wuxue's talent and strength were very clear to him, even if he had neglected to practice his sword recently and gave up on himself, he was still a real condensation vein!

Li Liang was even more frightened.

Jing Wuxue's strength is not inferior to others, Ling Feng can kill Jing Wuxue, doesn't it mean that Ling Feng can also kill him!

Now Ling Feng has begun to get out of control, and I am afraid that he has completely raised the tiger.

"This ......" Lin Canglang clenched his fists, and after a brief moment of confusion, a nameless anger surged in his chest.

He took over as the head of the sect for thirteen years, and only accepted two true disciples in total, all of whom died because of Ling Feng, to say that he had no anger in his heart, it was absolutely impossible.

With a flash of figure, Lin Canglang directly crossed the dense crowd, and saw a large group of True Transmission disciples kneeling at Ling Feng's feet and kowtowing and begging for mercy, and he was annoyed again.

What is this? Dozens of true disciples in the late stage of the Condensation Vein Realm scared a Ling Feng like this?

Could it be that I asked the disciples of the Immortal Sect, don't they have a little backbone like this?

Seeing the head and the elder in person, all the disciples knelt down in unison and bowed: "See the master, see Elder Li!"

Only Ling Feng was already standing proudly, and he had no intention of kneeling and saluting.

Lin Canglang flicked his sleeves, his eyes scanned the audience, and immediately locked on Ling Feng, a trace of anger flashed in his eyes, and he said in a deep voice: "Ling Feng, what the hell is going on?

Ling Feng took a deep breath, bowed slightly to Lin Canglang, and said lightly: "Boss, the Iron Blood Alliance oppresses the disciples, is rampant and domineering, and has been asking the Immortal Sect for many years, is it still not clear that the head of the sect is not clear?"

"You!" Lin Canglang's eyes froze, he naturally knew about the matter of the Iron Blood Alliance, but because Jing Wuxue was his personal disciple, he turned a blind eye.

What's more, he was all about how to take the Sword Sutra from Duanmu Qingshan, and how could he care about the life and death of those ordinary disciples?

"Ling Feng, what do you mean by that?"

A surge of anger welled up in Lin Canglang's chest, he had already discovered Ling Feng's loss of control. However, fortunately, he had already given Ling Feng the Golden Silkworm Gu poison, and he was not afraid that he would dare to turn against him.

"Master Qiqi, I know what happened!"

Just as the atmosphere became more and more solemn, in the crowd, a handsome "young man" stood up and said loudly.

"Huh?" Lin Canglang frowned, and there was a burst of annoyance in his heart, he was questioning Ling Feng, it was simply presumptuous for an ordinary disciple to dare to stand up and interject.

However, when he saw the appearance of the "young man", the corners of his eyes suddenly twitched a few times.

This unusually handsome young man is actually his own daughter, Lin Xian'er!