Ye Ling jumped up violently, reaching the sevenfold strength of the foundation building, his agility increased greatly, and his reaction was extremely fast, and in mid-air, his steel spear slammed into the air!

Bang!

Suddenly, everyone heard a cracking sound.

Ye Ling's steel spear burst into a white light, and Song Chi's spear broke.

"You!"

This scene shocked Song Chi incomparably, he really couldn't imagine that the Demon Guard spear that he had used for many years was so vulnerable in front of Ye Ling.

Ye Ling's hatred for Song Chi is more than a star, he has already launched all his strength, he must be completely crushed, subdued, injured, disabled, and finally killed!

Let him kneel and beg for mercy, let him taste what life is worse than death!

"This is just the beginning!"

Ye Ling's eyes were cold, revealing a strong killing intent, which startled Song Chi to staggered a few steps.

He remembered the genius Ye Ling at the beginning, his current strength was not as good as back then, but that momentum was really more terrifying and terrifying than it was at the beginning.

At the moment when Song Chi hesitated, Ye Ling had already run the Ten Thousand Poisonous Palm, the wind was generated under his feet, the speed reached the limit, and he slammed out a palm.

Song Chi blocked with a broken gun, but there was a loud bang.

Ye Ling only used the palm of his hand to break the barrel of the gun!

Song Chi continued to retreat, threw away the broken spear, and cast the Yama Flame Technique, and a flame just ignited.

"you!"

Ye Ling simply brandished the steel gun and swept it violently, hitting Song Chi's arms in pain.

Song Chi failed to cast the spell, and there was no other way, only his hind legs remained, and a frightened look appeared in his eyes.

Ye Ling jumped and struck out with a palm, Song Chi shouted, and hurriedly blocked.

Syllable!

Ye Ling hit Song Chi's two arms with a palm.

Suddenly, Song Chi let out a strange scream.

The corners of Ye Ling's mouth hooked, the palm he had just now was the second heaviest of the Ten Thousand Poison Palms that had exerted its maximum strength, and it was in severe pain.

He looked at Song Chi coldly, watching him hug his arms, his face was pale in pain, cold sweat flowed, and he even fell to the ground, rolling non-stop.

The disciples of the Nanshan Sect who had originally gathered behind Song Chi avoided one after another, they looked at Song Chi in shock, and they all broke out in a cold sweat, and they no longer dared to face Ye Ling's gaze.

"Ahh Ye Ling! Why are you coming back? Why did it get stronger? The future of the Nanshan Sect, why must it be you, Ye Ling's? It hurts, it hurts me......"

Ye Ling looked at him coldly, lifted the stainless steel gun, and approached step by step.

When Song Chi saw the murderous figure, he suddenly panicked, and he wailed in pain and begged for mercy.

"You've already defeated me, don't kill me, don't kill me, please spare my life."

"Impossible!" Ye Ling said, and a shot stabbed Song Chi into the thigh.

"Ahh

Song Chi suddenly howled in pain, and the surrounding disciples were so shocked that they retreated again and again.

Ye Ling felt very happy in his heart!

He wants to stab Song Chi a few shots first, avenge Qianqian first, and then slaughter him!

But at this moment, there was a rush of footsteps outside the house.

"Bold Ye Ling! Dare to poison the inner disciples of the Nanshan Sect and injure the Fu Demon Guard, and still stop! ”

Everyone saw that it was the Great Elder Zhu Wuzheng who was hurrying over.

Ye Ling frowned slightly, he felt a powerful coercion enveloping him.

Great Elder Zhu Wuzheng had already stepped into the Jindan cultivation realm, and with his strength, he could completely kill Ye Ling, but just the strong coercion of the Jindan realm had already made Ye Ling feel a lot of pressure!

Ye Ling frowned slightly, and the last shot did not go down.

Behind Zhu Wuzheng, more than a dozen people hurriedly rushed over, surrounded Ye Ling, and carried away the dying Song Chi.

"You tried in vain to kill the inner disciples, but do you still have something to say?"

Zhu Wuzheng snorted coldly, looked at the surrounding disciples, and put on a posture.

"I have nothing to say, but you don't want to cure me!" Ye Ling sneered slightly.

"As the great elder of the Nanshan Sect, the old man has the right to take charge of the punishment of the sect, and you killed the inner disciple Lu Ke, you should be executed!"

Zhu Wuzheng clenched his fists and shouted, "Come on, arrest this rebel for me!" ”

"Who dare?"

Suddenly, Ye Ling took out a token.

It was a wooden plaque, extremely simple, but no one in the Nanshan Sect knew it, and no one knew it, it was a dispatch order of the Demon Guard that only the heir of the Demon Priest possessed.

Although this token was carried on Ye Ling's body, it had long been unable to dispatch any Demon Guard, but it could still prove its due status and treatment in the Nanshan Sect.

He smiled coldly, looked at Zhu Wuzheng playfully, and said, "Great Elder, don't forget, the heir of the Demon Guard, only the Demon Suppressor and the Sect Master can interrogate rewards and punishments!" And you, while the sect master is in retreat, temporarily acting as an agent for some of the sect's affairs! ”

Ye Ling took the token back, glanced around, and saw that the disciples brought by Zhu Wuzheng were still surrounding him, and asked lightly: "Great Elder, do you want to tell the Nanshan Sect in full view that you, Zhu Wuzheng, are you going to replace the sect master and his old man?" ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone was in an uproar.

The surrounding disciples, in addition to the first line of the Great Elder, also have the sect master and the second elder, and the disciples of the third elder.

Zhu Wuzheng frowned and gritted his teeth fiercely.

He did want to win the position of Sect Master, but now, in full view of everyone, he couldn't make much of a move!

Glaring at Ye Ling fiercely, he said angrily, "Stand down!" ”

The disciples retreated and made way for Ye Ling, Ye Ling swept coldly, looked at Song Chi, who was seriously injured on the side, and said without taboo: "Song Chi! Although your life is here, I, Ye Ling, will take it away at any time! ”

Song Chi was embarrassed by being helped, and when he heard this, his body trembled suddenly, and he no longer dared to look directly into Ye Ling's eyes.

Ye Ling walked into the small firewood room, gently picked up the seriously injured Qianqian, and said, "Qianqian, it's okay, I'll take you to rest and recuperate!" ”

Qianqian nodded, snuggled in Ye Ling's arms, and thought that he was so in danger for himself, and he was afraid to hold back tears.

At this time, no Nanshan Sect disciple dared to stop Ye Ling.

Zhu Wuzheng was still standing in place, his face was very ugly, he stared coldly at the seriously injured Song Chi, and scolded: "Waste! ”

"Great Elder, Great Elder must be the master for me!" Song Chi knew that once Ye Ling gained a firm foothold in the sect, he would definitely die.

"Take him down!"

Zhu Wuzheng closed his eyes, Song Chi was originally a chess piece of his, but now he is kept, but it is still somewhat useful.

Zhu Shen, who had never dared to speak on the side, saw that his father just let Ye Ling go, his face was depressed, and he hurriedly asked, "Father, you just let him go?" ”

"You know what? As long as he doesn't leave the sect, I will definitely be able to get rid of him!" Inform your eldest brother and tell him to prepare to rush back to succeed him as the Demon Priest, this sword, the old man has hidden it for more than ten years, and it is time to release him! ”

Zhu Shen nodded and asked, "Then how is my father going to deal with Ye Ling?" ”

"Since he is a disciple of the sect, he must go to the task of the sect!"

Zhu Wuzheng sneered slightly, turned around and left with everyone.

Zhu Shen nodded hurriedly and praised his father: "Father is smart, father is smart, let him die in the mission of the sect, God doesn't know, ghosts don't know!" ”