Lin Zhengsong took the initiative to attack Ye Kong, but was thrown out by Ye Kong, just like throwing garbage, this scene made Lin Jingyun and Ling Yanran and others feel a feeling of disbelief.

Lin Zhengsong fell to the ground, stretched out his hand and slapped it on the ground, a harrier turned over, stood up quickly, and his face was extremely gloomy.

"Khooth!"

Lin Zhengsong drew his sword out of its sheath, it was also a green frost sword, glowing with a cold luster in the dim skylight, revealing a fierce killing intent.

Ye Kong made him lose face in front of Ling Yanran, and Lin Zhengsong had murderous intentions towards Ye Kong.

The Qingshuang Sword in Lin Zhengsong's hand pointed obliquely downward, looked at Ye Kong with a fierce gaze, and said coldly: "Senior Brother Ye does have a bit of brute strength, and he was tricky just now, so it's nothing." Since Senior Brother Ye also has a sword hanging from his waist, today I, Lin Zhengsong, want to ask for advice on your swordsmanship. ”

Ye Kong's face remained unchanged, and he said with a smile: "I remember that just now it seems that who said that you don't need to use a sword to deal with me?"

A look of shame and anger appeared on Lin Zhengsong's face, his eyes became as ruthless and deep as a wolf, and he said coldly: "Didn't Senior Brother Ye say just now? Let me draw my sword! Now that I have my long sword out of its sheath, don't say that I am bullying you, pull out your sword!"

Ye Kong didn't draw his sword, sighed twice, shook his head gently, and said in a good time: "It turns out that you still remember, I asked you to draw your sword a long time ago, but you didn't listen, you had to wait until you were beaten to draw your sword, why bother?"

Since this Lin Zhengsong wanted to make trouble for himself, Ye Kong naturally would not be polite to him, and every word was like a knife.

Lin Zhengsong's face was pale, the Qingshuang Sword in his hand let out a clear roar, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he said: "Since you don't draw the sword, then it's no wonder that I'm not going to be able to do it!"

Lin Zhengsong's words did not fall, his wrist shook slightly, the Qingshuang Sword flashed rapidly, and a cloud pattern was outlined on the tip of the sword, like clouds rolling in the sky, unpredictable, containing endless killing opportunities.

"Dacheng Realm's Feiyun Sword Technique!" Ling Yanran's beautiful eyes flashed with a hint of shock, obviously a little unexpected for Lin Zhengsong to display the Dacheng Realm's Feiyun Sword Technique.

Seeing Lin Zheng's release so aggressive, Ling Yanran couldn't help but secretly worry about Ye Kong, Ye Kong was also a disciple of Qingyunmen, even if she was not familiar with her, she didn't want Ye Kong to be injured.

"The Feiyun Sword Technique is an intermediate sword technique, Brother Zheng Song's Feiyun Sword Technique has been cultivated to the Dacheng realm, I want to see how Ye Kong can resist it?!" Lin Jingyun snorted coldly, a pair of bright eyes stared at Ye Kong without blinking, wanting to see the picture of Ye Kong's sword.

"Dare to provoke Senior Brother Lin, this kid is really impatient, let Brother Zhengsong teach him a lesson!" The other two outer disciples of Qingyun Sect also talked about it, and they were full of confidence in the Feiyun Sword Technique displayed by Lin Zhengsong.

Ye Kong's expression moved slightly, and there was a hint of surprise in his eyes, it seemed that this Lin Zhengsong was not useless, at least his attainments in this set of Feiyun swordsmanship were not low.

It's a pity that Lin Zhengsong met him Ye Kong.

"Khooth!"

The Qingshuang sword on Ye Kong's waist suddenly came out of its sheath, and the Qingmengmeng long sword trembled slightly, making a thunderous sound.

"The sword is thundering!, it turned out to be the thundering sword technique!" Ling Yanran exclaimed in surprise, recognizing the sword technique used by Ye Kong at a glance.

Before Ling Yanran's words fell, the sword light in Ye Kong's hand was like a thunderbolt falling on a rainy day, blooming with an extremely bright light, and the thunderous sound that trembled became more and more intense, attacking the changing flying clouds.

"Jingle ......"

A thunderous sound sounded, and the Qingshuang Sword in Ye Kong's hand and the long sword in Lin Zhengsong's hand fought one after another, and each of his swords happened to hit the weak point of the strength of the long sword in Lin Zhengsong's hand, almost letting the long sword in Lin Zhengsong's hand come out of his hand.

Ye Kong was unforgiving, the long sword in his hand was faster in the thunder and trembling, the sound was like thunder, the sword was like lightning, and the momentum of the long sword in Lin Zhengsong's hand was suppressed, and the sword light slashed through Lin Zhengsong's wrist.

The time for the two to fight was very short, it can be said that they were closed at the touch of a button, and the two of them retreated, facing each other several feet apart.

Ye Kong's face was still light and light, his face was not red, and he was not panting, and the quick fight with Lin Zhengsong just now did not have much impact on him.

And Lin Zhengsong's face was very ugly, as if he had eaten a dead child, and subconsciously looked at his right hand, and saw that one of his sleeves was fluttering down, which was cut off by the long sword in Ye Kong's hand.

Lin Zhengsong, defeated.

Lin Jingyun looked at Lin Zhengsong in the field in a daze, feeling that everything was so unreal. Lin Zhengsong has the Feiyun Sword Technique of the Dacheng Realm, and has the cultivation of the middle stage of the sixth layer of a martial artist, but when facing Ye Kong, he was defeated, which made her very difficult to accept.

A look of shock also flashed in Ling Yanran's eyes, she didn't expect Ye Kong to win, and she won so neatly.

Before the two of them had ever fought each other, Ling Yanran still felt that Ye Kong was too arrogant, and she was still going to watch Lin Zhengsong teach Ye Kong a lesson.

What happened in front of her made her understand Ye Kong's strength a little, and then she felt that Ye Kong didn't say anything big.

Ye Kong, qualified to be arrogant!

Ling Yanran didn't want the two of them to continue fighting, so she moved the lotus step lightly, stood between Ye Kong and Lin Zhengsong, and said with a shallow smile: "The cultivation of the two of them is almost the same, if you want to divide the superiority, you can wait until the sect is small to try it again, let's stop here today." ”

Lin Zhengsong's face was full of shame and anger, his eyes were slightly red, and he said angrily: "I haven't used the power of martial soul just now, at most it can only be regarded as his luck, this time I will let you see my true ability." ”

Hearing Lin Zhengsong's words, Ling Yanran's face couldn't help but show a look of disdain.

Anyone can see that Ye Kong has already left his hand just now, otherwise, Lin Zhengsong would have broken more than just a sleeve.

This Lin Zhengsong was still thinking about making a move on Ye Kong, so that she thought of the words Ye Kong just said for no reason.

Shame on yourself!

"If I don't stop just now, it will be your wrist that will be broken. If you shoot again, you will inevitably see blood. Ye Kong's voice was indifferent and ruthless, he just gave Lin Zhengsong a chance, if Lin Zhengsong didn't cherish it, then don't blame him Ye Kong was not polite.

"I hope the two of you will be there. With a cold smile on the corner of her mouth, Ling Yanran didn't stop them anymore, turned around and stepped aside.

Lin Zhengsong didn't take Ye Kong's reminder to heart at all, a pitch-black sword martial soul phantom appeared behind him, and quickly disappeared into the long sword in his hand, and the long sword in his hand quickly transformed into several clouds, attacking and killing Ye Kong, and shouted in his mouth: "Flying clouds and moon!"