Ying Lingyun didn't say anything more, and the sharp sword qi in his palm had gathered.

He is good at using swords, but his swords are not as real and dazzling as the Feixia Sword.

There is no sword in his hand, but he has a sword in his heart.

There have always been famous and well-known people in the martial arts, and they all have a set of tricks to defeat the enemy.

Luoxia Peak's Feixia Nine Style is full of spirit, and the person who makes the sword is righteous and awe-inspiring, which can be described as a rare good swordsmanship.

And the people of Lingyun Peak also have their own tricks to control the enemy.

The Lord of the Green Dragon Altar has no intention of being good at palm techniques, and his moves are vicious. He has been in charge of Lingyun Peak for decades, relying on Ling Yunfeng's borrowed exercises to practice, his skills are profound, and he has won the support of many disciples.

His eyes were clear, and there was wind under his palm, and a hard heartbroken palm had been sent out in the direction of Ying Lingyun, and the layers of internal force were so shocked that the surrounding disciples retreated.

Seeing the palm wind coming, Ying Lingyun turned over and dodged, leaving a deep palm mark on the wall behind him. The strength of the palm marks is so great that it can be seen that Tie has no intention of speaking in his heart.

Not for Ling Yunfeng, but bent on killing the person in front of him.

"Heartbreaker!"

The people behind him could see that Tie Wuyi had used ten percent of his strength this time, as if the sect leader had a blood feud with him.

The disciples of the Bishop of the Blue Dragon Altar behind Tie Yiyi all benefited from the teachings of the altar master, but this Ying Sect Master, he was cold, and he didn't even appear at the altar often, they didn't have any feelings for Ying Lingyun at all, so they didn't understand whether Ying Lingyun's ability was as the legend said.

With this palm, although Ying Lingyun dodged it, how could he resist the attack of the next four elders.

As he spoke, Tie Unintentional's second palm had already been issued from his hand, and his internal strength was even better, and with anger, he approached Ying Lingyun.

The power of the Broken Heart Palm is naturally not a problem, and Ying Lingyun's light skills are also very unattainable. When the second heartbroken palm was empty again, Tie Wuyi shouted angrily: "Ying Lingyun, what do you mean by hiding around?" ”

"Elder Tie, I respect you as a senior of Lingyun Peak, and I will let you make the first three moves." Ying Lingyun said.

"You!"

The word "let" once again angered Tie Wuyi, "Since you know that I am a senior, do you do not do much rude things?" I have no intention of wandering around the rivers and lakes for decades, and I have never needed you to give in to a junior! ”

As he spoke, the third palm was already in the making.

This time, Tie had no intention of making a move with Ying Lingyun, and his body moved with his palm, coming towards Ying Lingyun.

Ying Lingyun grabbed the fierce palm with one hand, his head was slightly on one side, and the qi of internal force swept over his left shoulder.

Tie Unintentionally's other palm was also full of anger.

He urged his internal strength, stretched out his left palm, and escaped from Ying Lingyun's shackles.

"Being able to take my three palms is indeed worthy of Ying Lingyun!" Tie has no intention of being at ease, and between the proportions, the murderous spirit is revealed.

"Elder Tie, if these three palms can make you dissipate your anger, Ling Yun is willing to stop there, and today's incident should be as if it never happened." Ying Lingyun looked at the person in front of him.

Although Tie had no intention of being majestic, after all, he was more than twenty years older, and he was not willing to make a move with the people of Lingyun Peak.

"Either you die or I die!" However, Iron had no intention of doing it.

Ying Lingyun's eyes darkened, and he said, "Since you have violated the canon, this sect will punish you with the canon today." Those who disobey the leader of the sect will be killed! ”

Word by word, cold and no temperature.

In the eyes of others, they saw that Ying Lingyun seemed to have a cold aura emanating from his body, with a faint cold fragrance.

"Whatever you want?!" Lin Wuxin, the master of the White Tiger Altar, was stunned.

"How is this possible?" He muttered as if to himself. Although it is an internal strength method that can only be practiced by sect masters of all generations, to cultivate properly, it not only needs the support of its own strong internal force, but also needs excellent training tools.

And this supreme heart method is exquisite, and the practice weapon is nothing else, it is a woman. A woman who can double cultivate with the master.

There are thousands of practitioners in the world, and the people of Lingyun Peak even go bloodthirsty and kill people in order to cultivate the exercises, but the practice of the double cultivation method is a living woman, who must not only be in line with the sect leader's affection, true affection, but also have extremely superior physical conditions to withstand double cultivation. In the past sect masters, there are not many people who can cultivate at will, few people have true feelings, and excellent training tools are absolutely precious.

Cultivating at will, it can really be said that the time and place are favorable.

But the air conditioning and cold fragrance around the body are clearly arbitrary.

"How is this possible? That's impossible! Lin Wuxin's words woke up the other two altar masters.

What Ying Lingyun is doing now is a freewheeling exercise. He already has the ability to destroy the world, he can set off a bloody storm of martial arts, and now he has added his magic skills, who else can help it!

A look of fear appeared in Tie Unintentionally's eyes, he never expected that Ying Lingyun would have such an ability, and he unexpectedly unlocked the Linglong Atlas without making a sound.

"Let's go together!" Iron had no intention of barely composing. The power of the free will Several elders have not been taught at all, but it is rumored that the people who cultivate the will of the people have a delicate cold fragrance in their breath.

But there is absolutely no way this person can be trained so quickly without them knowing.

Although the elders muttered in their hearts at this time, the disobedience to the sect leader had indeed been committed, and after only three palms, Tie had no intention of compromising, and now he begged for mercy, it seemed that he couldn't get his face up.

In this case, you can't sit still, no matter how he is, let's go together!

The idea was decided, and the Qinglong altar master was the leader, and the three major altar masters of the White Tiger, Vermilion Bird, and Xuanwu flocked up.

This kind of scene may not be seen once in a lifetime, and the bishop disciples in the altar held their breath.

Ying Lingyun's sword qi had already gathered, and with a wave of his arm at this time, the sword qi hit Tie Yiyi. Tie had no intention of dodging in a hurry, and Bai Wuru behind him followed closely, and the sharp tip of the knife met Ying Lingyun's sword qi, and the person holding the knife was a little overwhelmed.

This sword aura was fierce, as fast as a wind, and a well-forged blade weighing about ten catties was overwhelming, and it was rushed out of an arc.

Bai ruthlessly took this move, there was nowhere to dodge, and the internal force had already broken through the blade and rushed to his chest.

In an instant, the knife was broken, and Bai Ruthless's chest was subjected to the cold sword aura, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.

The depth of this sword was known, and Lin Wuxin on one side hurriedly supported Bai Wuru, whose face was pale.

And at this moment, Sun Wuyan and Tie Yiyi, who had dodged the sword qi, attacked again.

Of course, this sword could not defeat the four elders of Lingyun Peak, but Ying Lingyun had always liked to fight quickly. His respect and reverence have run out, and he will not show mercy to the traitors in the sect now.

Ying Lingyun's cold fragrance was even worse, almost rich, and the breath wafted above the altar, making people feel cold.

The heart moved with the sword, and the sword qi in his hand condensed, and this invisible long sword was like a ghost, unpredictable, pointing directly at the four elders.

The rich cold fragrance had a demagogic taste, and the four of them stiffened their bodies in an instant, and they couldn't exert all their internal strength.

I saw that the sword qi was like four purple flying hongs, drawing a beautiful arc in the air, and then in the next second, it penetrated the four elders in the altar.

The Lord of the Blue Dragon Altar, the Lord of the White Tiger Altar, the Lord of the Vermilion Bird Altar, and the Lord of the Xuanwu Altar fell down in shock.