Ling Fei naturally wouldn't kowtow to some bullshit old man Qingming to confess his guilt, looking at the bullish old man Qingming, Ling Fei put his hands behind his back, and said indifferently:

"In this world, the person who can make me kowtow and confess my sins has not yet been born. In my opinion, it's better for you to kowtow to me, admit your mistakes, and let me also see and understand what it feels like to be a dog. ”

The smugness on the face of the old man suddenly disappeared, and then the gloomy Tie Qing was a little terrifying.

"Ling Feixiaoer, it seems that you don't cry when you don't see the coffin!"

"Coincidentally, I'm a person, and I don't cry when I see the coffin!"

Between the words, the-for-tat and murderous aura permeated, making the atmosphere between the entire canyon extremely dignified.

It's like the eve of a summer storm, and people can't stop breathing, and it's a little difficult.

The old man's eyes narrowed slightly, and he was about to make a move, when a master next to him stood up and stretched out his hand to stop him.

"Senior Qingming, this kid, you don't need to work hard for the old man, I'll go up to meet him first and see how many taels he has!"

The old man was not angry, but said with a light smile:

"What is said in the Tao is very much in line with my heart, since this is the case, then you should test and tempt, what kind of ability does this kid have, dare to be so arrogant here!"

"Senior Qingming, don't worry, give me half a pillar of incense time, and I will definitely bring this kid's head back to see you!"

The Sect Leader strode towards Ling Fei with an extremely contemptuous look in his eyes.

"Flying Sword Sect Master, Daozhong! That's my name! Ling Fei'er, after going to hell, remember, it was Ben Zhangjiao who sent you down! ”

After speaking, he took a Tai Chi step on the ground, erected a palm, and shouted, and eighteen flying swords burst out from his cuffs, hanging above his head, buzzing and trembling.

Behind him, several masters next to the old man couldn't help but praise him.

"The ten thousand swords in the Dao have returned to the sect, and the cultivation is a little stronger! Ten years ago, he was able to control fourteen flying swords, and now after ten years, the number of flying swords he controls has actually increased from fourteen to eighteen, this speed is really prohibitive! ”

"What's more! It is said that the return of these ten thousand swords to the sect is the secret of the Flying Sword Gate, and every time a flying sword is added, its strength will be doubled! Ten years ago, the fourteen flying swords in the Dao could easily destroy a football field, but now, I'm afraid it's just a small mountain, and it's not a problem! ”

The old man Qingming, while touching his beard, chuckled:

"Yes, in this way, it can be regarded as a generation of wizards of the Flying Sword Gate. Back then, the old man and his master Fit were also close friends, but even if it was Fit, he only returned ten thousand swords to the sect in his life, and practiced to sixteen flying swords. My dear friend knows what to do, and he can look at it. ”

The crowd immediately changed the subject.

"In the end, he is still a Qingming senior, and he is well-informed. Although the Ten Thousand Swords in this Dao have reached eighteen, if they are in the hands of the Qing Ming seniors, I am afraid they will not be able to make one move! ”

"Cut! Don't say it's him, even if we juniors join forces, how many moves can we make under the hands of the Qingming seniors? The predecessors of the Qing Ming are powerful and powerful, and they are the existence that we admire, so let's not compare with the predecessors of the Qing Ming. ”

The old man smiled.

"You little, don't flatter me. This Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Sect, the damage is not trivial, not to mention, Dao Zhong has already trained it to eighteen flying swords! Even if it's me, don't even think about taking him down without three moves. ”

Although he said it modestly, the smugness on the corners of his mouth was impossible to ignore.

These words, although they sounded light, made the people of the Ling Tian Battle Sect on the other side feel very heavy.

"Did you hear that? The opponent's move can actually level a hill! ”

"It's terrifying, isn't that comparable to a nuclear bomb?"

"The real horror is that old man! Didn't you hear? In the path of this Flying Sword Gate, it is only worth thirty percent of his strength. ”

"My God, will our walls withstand their attacks? I'm afraid it's as thin as paper in front of him, right? ”

"It's over, it's really over this time! Unexpectedly, our Ling Tian War Sect was about to be destroyed as soon as it was established! ”

Chu Haotian stepped forward with a worried face and whispered in Ling Fei's ear:

"Mr. Ling, the strength of the other party should not be underestimated, should we temporarily retreat into the sect and use the formation to block its edge?"

Ling Fei glanced at Chu Haotian, smiled, and said:

"Haotian, when have you seen Mr. Ling retreating?"

With that, he took a step forward.

"On the other side, I heard clearly, it was none other than the sect master of the Ling Tian War Sect, Ling Fei!"

"Hahahaha."

He laughed loudly in the middle of the road.

"Ling Fei, if you want to kill me, you have to see if you have that ability! Look at the moves, ten thousand swords return to the sect! ”

He shouted, leaned forward with his palms, and eighteen flying swords were immediately aimed at Ling Fei, and after he shouted, they directly burst out, turning into eighteen cold lights, and rushed straight towards Ling Fei.

Ling Fei shook his head and smiled disdainfully.

"It's ridiculous that only eighteen flying swords dare to call ten thousand swords return to the sect."

"Enough to kill you! Ling Fei'er, you want to kill me, wait for the next life! ”

The corners of Ling Fei's mouth raised a strange arc.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm not talking about killing you, but, killing you!"

With that, he threw a punch.

"Thunder Array Immortal Method-Thunder and Lightning!"

A ball of lightning the size of a ping-pong ball quickly shot out.

Michizhong smiled disdainfully.

"Just a little bit of elemental law, and you want to match me? Stupid! ”

Behind him, the old man also smiled disdainfully.

"I really have the ability to be this Ling Fei child, sure enough, I am just a person who deceives the world and steals fame!"

He shook his head.

"Don't look at it, Ling Fei'er, it's dead!"

The moment the words fell, the eighteen flying swords had already collided with the thunder and lightning balls.

Suddenly, with a brilliant brilliance, the eighteen flying swords made of rare metals were instantly shattered by the lightning ball.

Not only that, the thunder and lightning light ball was castrated, and the speed was getting faster and faster, in the blink of an eye, he came to the front of Daozhong, he was so shocked that he didn't even have time to prepare for defense, he was banged, penetrated his body, and a big hole appeared in the dantian!

Daozhong's eyes widened, and he collapsed unwillingly, and the thunder and lightning ball of light did not reduce his momentum by half a point!

The old man and the others were suddenly shocked.

"Not good! Underestimate the enemy, hurry! Defend quickly! ”

In a hurry, a few people played a defensive trick, but Ling Fei shook his head lightly and sneered.

"My Ling Fei's technique, is it so easy to block?"

Seven watches, this is two days ago, and the master is the one who rewarded the head of the black household.