"Okay, worthy of my countrymen!"

Just as the words fell, Ling Xiao's figure was revealed, standing behind Han Fei with a faint smile on his face.

"Ling Xiao, I know that you are extremely talented and have become a demon genius of the Sword Sect, I am very pleased. Since a year ago, we met in Wumeng Town, and I intend to be brothers with you, but everyone has their own ambitions, and they can't be influenced by you, and now each is its master, if you want to kill, you will kill, I have nothing to say!"

Murong Qing's eyes were resolute and said sonorously.

Although he forced his composure, his heart was terrified to the extreme.

He is not afraid of death, he can die in the hands of his fellow villager Ling Xiao, but he has no regrets.

"Murong Qing, I used to call you Brother Murong, today, I can not kill you, but I have a kind word to remind you that Qingxuantang is not suitable for you!"

Ling Xiao raised his eyebrows slightly and said lightly.

For fellow villagers, he can't get this hand.

After all, Murong Qing also invited him to dinner once.

Although there is no friendship now, leaving Murong Qing with his life can be regarded as repaying the kindness of the year.

"Ling Xiao, do you really let me go?"

Murong Qing's face was stunned, as if he felt a little disbelieving.

"If you don't leave, I may have to change my mind and give you three breaths!"

Ling Xiao closed his eyes slightly and said indifferently.

Seeing Ling Xiao close his eyes, Murong Qing understood what he meant, and immediately stopped hesitating, and shouted towards the void: "I, Murong Qing, am defeated at the hands of Ling Xiao and withdraw from the battlefield!"

In an instant, a golden light enveloped his figure.

In the blink of an eye, it rushed towards the sky.

"Ling Xiao... Let me go! Uncle Ling... Uncle... Please let me go, I also obey Master's orders, so I can do this... You're looking for... Just look for that old bastard Xuanqing...!"

At this time, in order to survive, Han Fei even scolded his master.

"I'm sorry, you provoked me just now, so... You're damned!"

After Ling Xiao finished speaking with a faint smile, he raised his palm and slapped it on Han Fei's head.

"No...!"

Han Fei's eyes widened and he yelled in a miserable voice.

Before the shouts fell, his skull exploded and shattered.

A ray of light instantly submerged into Ling Xiao's hand and rushed into his body.

"Whew!"

Ling Xiao let out a long breath, and now almost all the participating disciples of the Qingxuan Hall were wiped out.

This battle for glory is finally coming to an end.

And at this moment, a fierce sound came from the void, shaking the area of the Royal Canyon.

"Royal Canyon, it will be closed after ten breaths, and everyone will teleport out!"

Ling Xiao suddenly raised his head, and after hearing this, his face showed a strong joy.

"Master, the disciple didn't disappoint you!"

"Ling Xiao, we have won!"

Ouyang Ning'er happily rushed towards Ling Xiao.

"Hey... Men and women can't kiss!"

Ling Xiao saw Ouyang Ning'er rushing over, and hurriedly shouted in horror.

"Ahh It hurts!"

Ling Xiao screamed.

"Ahh

Ouyang Ning'er blushed her little face, pursed her mouth in pain, and protected her chest with a pair of small hands.

"It's all you, if you hadn't rushed over, would I have suffered like this?"

Ling Xiao raised his hand and rubbed his chest, how could he feel that Ouyang Ning'er's chest was like a scale, it really hurt to hit someone.

"Hmph, I won't hold you anymore!"

Ouyang Ning'er snorted angrily and said something shameful that she had never said.

Just as the two were arguing, two clusters of golden light fell on them.

All of a sudden, it slammed into the sky...

...

"My sword faction has won!"

"Yay!"

"Master, our sword faction has won, this battle of glory, Ling Xiao lived up to expectations, and finally got the final victory!"

The Sword Sect Guardian Disciples cheered happily.

At this time, the disciples of the other three academies were dejected and distracted.

Looking at the happy appearance of the Ruthless Sword Sect disciple, he shook his head helplessly and left.

And when the disciples of Qingxuantang left, they all looked at the disciples of the Ruthless Sword Sect with extremely hateful eyes.

I never thought that Qingxuantang was a ninth-rate sect, and it was actually defeated by a sect that had been established for less than fifty years.

What a shame!

However, when the Ruthless Sword Sect disciple saw the eyes of the Qingxuantang disciple, he actually responded arrogantly.

Burst!

Several disciples of Qingxuantang were so angry that they spurted blood on the spot, and they almost fainted to death.

Fortunately, several senior brothers were quick-eyed, held them up, and hurriedly took them away.

Just as the disciples of the other three academies left, two figures appeared on the altar.

Ling Xiao and Ouyang Ning'er.

"Master!"

Ling Xiao happily ran towards the Heartless Elder.

"Haha... Lingxiao...!"

The Heartless Elder strode forward.

"Master, the disciple lives up to expectations and wins glory for the Sword Sect!"

Ling Xiao knelt down on one knee in front of the Heartless Elder and arched his hand.

"Okay, it's really worthy of my sword sect boy, please get up quickly!"

The Ruthless Elder nodded happily and hurriedly raised his hand to help Ling Xiao.

At this time, the eyes of the Heartless Elder were moist, and he was about to shed tears of joy.

For many years, the battle of glory has been dominated by Qingxuantang.

She hoped that a demon from the Sword Sect would appear and defeat Qingxuantang.

And this time, Ling Xiao lived up to expectations and killed the participating disciples of Qingxuantang nine times out of ten, winning glory for the Sword Sect.

She was very relieved in her heart, Ling Xiao was indeed a talented person.

"Master, Ling Xiao has finally won the glory for the Sword Sect!"

The Heartless Elder wept with joy and muttered to himself into the void.

"Senior Brother Ling Xiao!"

"Ling Xiao... You're amazing!"

"Hey... Sisters, be careful! I'm too heavy for you to lift me!"

"Mighty!"

More than a dozen Sword Sect guard disciples threw Ling Xiao high.

"Senior sisters, I beg you, what if I fall?"

Ling Xiao, who was thrown in the air, wanted to cry without tears at this time.

I didn't expect these senior sisters to have playful times.

"Hey, why didn't you notice it before?"

platform.

"Giggles!"

Princess Dust Moon looked at Ling Xiao, who was embarrassed by more than a dozen Sword Sect disciples, and her small mouth was about to close with a smile.

However, what shocked her heart was that it had been the final victory of Qingxuantang in the battle of glory over the years, but this time, among the participating disciples of Qingxuantang, there were actually two people who were willing to quit, which was indeed incredible.

"This demon is really not simple!"

"Princess Dusty Moon, do you think you want to announce the holy decree?"

When the old eunuch saw the end of the battle of glory, he bowed and asked the princess of the dust moon.

"Wait a minute, make them happy for a while!"

Princess Dusty Moon said with a little hand.

"Yes!"

The old eunuch nodded.

Finally, after dozens of breaths, more than a dozen Sword Sect guard disciples put Ling Xiao down.

Ling Xiao's face was pale, his stomach was tumbling, and he was almost about to vomit.

But in order not to be embarrassed in front of his senior sisters, he still held back, and the filth that rushed to his throat was swallowed by him again.

"Ling Xiao, you are the great hero of our sword sect, tell me, what do you want?"

Zilan patted Ling Xiao's shoulder with a smile, not treating him as a man at all.

"Huh?"

Ling Xiao was stunned, then leaned into Senior Sister Zilan's ear and whispered, "Senior Sister, can you secretly take me to the capital for a meal!"