"Humph!"

Gao Zhuang had already imagined the scene after the sword pierced Ling Feng's chest, and his mouth snorted lightly, his eyes full of contempt.

The powerhouses of the Tibetan Sword Sect were relieved, and their faces were excited.

Gao Yi shook his fist violently, "Kill him!"

"The dignified generation of sect masters, actually doing this!" Jiang Yangqiu shook his head, saying that he looked down on Gao Zhuang.

The first brother of the Qinglongmen had already turned pale with fright, and roared, "Ling Zun!"

"It's over!"

Shao Hongda knew that no one could avoid such a short distance.

The Jizo sword in Gao Zhuang's hand is not simple, it is written by a famous sword-casting master in the Tang Dynasty. Legend has it that it took 7749 days to refine the earth spirit stone, and then finally the Jizo sword was refined.

For thousands of years, the sword has never had any rust.

Moreover, it is extremely sharp, sharpening iron like clay. The human body has no way to resist it.

"There is an ancient formation engraved in the Jizo Sword, which is a rare supreme spiritual weapon in Huaxia, and now the terrifying true qi of the High Sect Master has been infused into it, and the power can be increased tenfold!"

"This son is dead!"

"Ding!"

Everyone thought that Ling Feng would be killed on the spot, but they unexpectedly heard the crisp sound of gold and iron clashing. When you look closely, the audience is shocked.

“......”

"Clipped?"

"Two fingers?"

"What kind of monster is this Ling Zun of the Green Dragon Gate?"

Jiang Yangqiu also grew his mouth and rubbed his eyes, unable to believe that the next scene was real.

Of course, the most shocking is Gao Zhuang.

At this moment, the smile on his face stiffened, as if time had stopped flowing. The shocking appearance is as if carved on an oil painting. It seemed like a long time had passed, and his eyelashes fluttered.

"Gollum!"

Gao Zhuang's throat was extremely dry, and he pushed the sword hard.

He found that the sword could not move forward at all, as if it were fixed there.

"Hey...... Hey ......"

"It seems that you don't understand the meaning of what the deity said before!"

Those who know the times are Junjie!

Gao Zhuang's complexion changed greatly, and it turned black. He finally knew that it was for him, not for the elders. Thinking of this, his whole body trembled, and cold sweat soaked his shirt on his back.

"You already saw that?"

This scream is enough to prove how frightened Gao Zhuang is.

"It doesn't matter!"

"Who the hell are you?"

"The man who killed you!"

Gao Zhuang felt the terrible murderous intent, his body retreated sharply, and his eyes were full of fear.

Ling Feng didn't chase after him, but just turned his finger slightly, and the Jizo Sword emitted an excited sword sound. Immediately, he swept out.

It was drawn around Gao Zhuang's neck and then stabbed into the wall.

"Bubbling ~"

Blood flowed, and Gao Zhuang's whole person froze. He tried to plug the wound on his neck with both hands, but the hot blood still gushed out.

"You, exactly, what realm ......"

"God!"

"I don't believe it, in this world, no one can become a god!" Gao Zhuang spit out these words intermittently, and finally carried it headlong, and his life was completely cut off.

"Father!"

"Sect Master!"

The people of the Tibetan Sword Sect rushed up.

Some disciples had red faces and red ears, and their bodies were full of anger, "Kill him and avenge the sect master!"

"Kill him!" the others chimed in.

"The deity is still the same sentence!"

"Stop!" The newborn calf was not afraid of tigers, and a group of young disciples of the Hidden Sword Sect wanted to kill Ling Feng. Before they could make a move, they were stopped by the elders of the Hidden Sword Sect.

The white-haired elder was very calm at the moment. Although he was old, he knew right from wrong, and knew how terrifying this ordinary young person in front of him was! Therefore, he would never allow his disciples to die in vain.

Zhao Qian hid in the crowd, her face was frightened, and she felt more and more familiar with Ling Zun in front of her!

Ling Feng calmly returned to the throne and looked down at everyone.

"Ling Zun!" the people of Qinglongmen shouted in their hearts, extremely excited.

"Who else wants to compete with the deity?"

"Shhh

The powerhouses above the dozen or so grandmasters present were silent.

Even Jiang Yangqiu didn't say a word.

The strong man of the Hua family originally came to take the opportunity to make trouble, but at this time, he quickly closed his eyes and continued to recuperate. Just kidding, no one who sits back is sure to defeat Gao Zhuang, let alone kill easily. However, the one on the high seat did.

Who would dare to trouble Ling Feng?

Gao Yi hugged Gao Zhuang's corpse, touched the latter's cheeks, which were gradually getting colder, and his hands trembled rapidly.

He gritted his teeth, his chest full of hatred. Without a trace, he reached out to touch the saber at his waist, and when he was about to stand up, he was pressed down by the elder.

"No!"

"Father's dead, Great Elder!"

"I know!"

"I'm going to kill him and avenge my father!"

"What are you now?"

Gao Yi finally fell silent, slammed the floor with two fists, and his face was hideous.

The others looked at the Hidden Sword Sect silently, their faces complicated. There is sympathy, there is indifference, there is schadenfreude......

Under the arrangement of the Great Elder, the disciples carried Gao Zhuang's body and left silently.

When he was about to go out, the Great Elder stopped, his voice pleading, "Ling Zun, the Jizo Sword is the heirloom treasure of our sect!"

"I hope to return it!"

"Of course!" Ling Feng nodded, the disciple of the Hidden Sword Sect just wanted to draw his sword.

"As long as you feel that the value of that sword is worth enough to be worth the lives of all the people in the Hidden Sword Sect!"

"Boom!"

The disciple who took the sword suddenly retracted his hand as if he had been hit hard.

He was not stupid, and he understood the meaning of Ling Feng's words.

"Don't be too arrogant!" Gao Yi roared, his face red and his ears red.

"What if?"

The Great Elder was also angry, but he didn't dare to attack. forcibly suppressed his anger, and the murderous intent flashed in his eyes, "Let's go!"

"Wait!"

"I don't know what Ling Zun has to say?"

"What the Tibetan Sword Sect smashed, of course, should be compensated by the Tibetan Sword Sect!"

"Poof!" Even the Great Elder's temperament couldn't help but want to spit out a mouthful of old blood at this time. He had never been so humiliated, and he just felt like his heart was going to explode.

But he didn't dare to refuse.

They took out all the money on their bodies, scraped together about 100,000 oceans, and sent it to Shao Hongda.

Shao Hongda frowned, "This is the most expensive VIP room in Qinglongmen, the cost is extremely high, just a table and chair, no less than five thousand oceans......"

"Master Shao, that's all we have to wait!"

Shao Hongda smiled, "Great Elder, the sword on your body seems to be worth a few dollars!"

"Poof......

The Great Elder's body trembled.

In this way, everyone in the Tibetan Sword Sect was ransacked by the Blue Dragon Gate and cleaned, penniless.

At this time, Ling Feng stood up again and said loudly: "Everyone who has come from afar, you are my guests from the Qinglong Gate, and the banquet is already ready in the door, please follow the order of the Shao Sect to enter the table!"

Jiang Yangqiu was shocked, a little scared, "That, Ling Zun, our old man of the Jiang family is suddenly seriously ill, and we have to rush back as soon as possible!"

"The young grandmother of the Hua family gave birth to a noble son, and we have to go back to congratulate!"

"This is a special Hongmen banquet, hurry up and go!" Everyone trembled, lowered their heads and didn't dare to look at Ling Feng, and moved to the gate step by step.

"Since you have something important to do, then the deity will not give it away!"

Ling Feng's face was gentle and as bright as the sun.

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