Linglong Immortal Venerable's words were undoubtedly a bit rebellious, and the sect bosses present frowned, but because of Linglong Immortal Venerable's cultivation, they didn't dare to say anything to reprimand him

"Immortal Venerable, your friendship for me, I Ling Feng will remember it for the rest of my life. ”

Ling Feng clenched his fists in gratitude.

Although he was misunderstood by the whole world, he was not alone, because Linglong Immortal Venerable, Tianwu, Zhuge Xiran, and Ling Xue still believed in him.

"Brother Wind......"

Ling Xue couldn't cry silently, tugging at his clothes.

"Xue'er, isn't my brother alive and well? ”

Ling Feng smiled at her, stomped on his heels, and Ling Feng landed lightly on the ring, continuing the competition that had just been interrupted.

"Go down, and let me come alone for the rest of the competition. ”

Glancing at the dozen or so disciples of the Linglong Pavilion who were holding the Zhongtian Sword Sect, Ling Feng said lightly.

Because Ling Feng's identity was very special, a group of Linglong Pavilion disciples didn't dare to say nonsense like 'take care, come on', for fear of causing misunderstanding, so they gave Ling Feng a grateful look and swept off the ring.

"How many places do you Zhongtian Sword Sect still have, let's go together. ”

Ling Feng raised his head, his eyes bloodshot: "Of course, if you feel unsure, even the disciples who did not participate in the assessment will be sent to the field, 10,000, 20,000, 100,000, whatever you ......want."

For a formidable peerless genius like Ling Feng, the number of people no longer had any meaning.

"Grass, this fang is too arrogant, it is too deceitful. ”

The disciples of the Zhongtian Sword Sect gathered in the ring were roughly more than two hundred people, and they were all gritting their teeth in anger at this moment.

"I just said that in the Hanzhou Continent, the so-called geniuses of tens of thousands of sects are all dung in my eyes, and arrogance naturally has the confidence to be arrogant. ”

Ling Feng shook his head slightly, then raised his fist and slammed forward.

Bang Bang Bang –

The fist wind was like a nine-day gang wind, and it suddenly turned away, and the space was constantly conveying the sound of explosion.

The more than two hundred people gathered in front of him, including the half-step immortal disciple who had just humiliated the Linglong Pavilion, stared at Ling Feng's eyes and stared at him with a big death......

At this moment, they didn't even have a chance to resist, they only felt that their bodies were in the huge waves of the Hanhai Sea, like willow leaves, and their bodies were spinning involuntarily.

This feeling they felt once, when they were subjected to a galactic storm before entering the Death Constellation.

Sneering –

Hundreds of disciples of the Zhongtian Sword Sect were twisted by the fist wind, and now the void collided with each other, colliding with each other, just like playing marbles, helpless, and then, the gang wind dissipated, and one by one smashed under the ring like dead fish, and after a moment of convulsion, they lost the power to resist.

The most pitiful thing was the half-step immortal disciple who had just bullied Linglong Pavilion.

The protective armor on his body was directly torn into nothingness by the fist wind, revealing a sleek body.

smashed to the ground, he was ashamed and angry, curled up together, and covered his crotch with both hands to prevent the second child from being exposed.

Rao is like this, the female disciples of countless sects around him screamed again and again, covering their eyes, and couldn't bear to look at them directly!

Under the huge ring, countless pairs of pupils suddenly contracted, revealing shock and disbelief.

Although Ling Feng was arrogant, it was undeniable that his combat power was really earth-shattering, and with a single punch, he had knocked away hundreds of disciples who had cultivated to a strong level.

Linglong Immortal Venerable had a calm face, Ling Feng's talent was something she had never seen before, and it was naturally easy to handle hundreds of disciples of the Zhongtian Sword Sect.

"Next, I don't know which sect is fighting against my Linglong Pavilion?"

Standing alone in the ring, Ling Feng's expression was indifferent, expressionless, revealing a trace of cold indifference.

Today, he wants to fight in all directions to vent his inner grievances and anger.

"According to the order of the lottery just now, the next battle with Linglong Pavilion is Yuying Cave!"

Miaohua Daisheng announced the name of the next competition sect.

Brush Brush Brush –

Hundreds of disciples of the Jade Ying Cave landed on the ring and besieged Ling Feng.

Yuying Cave is also a second-grade sect, and the disciples who fought were all above the Seven Heavens of Creation at the lowest level, and the leaders were six half-step immortal powerhouses.

"Underworld junior, be a man with some self-knowledge......"

The half-step immortal disciple who took the lead was ashamed, and was about to say a few words to humiliate Ling Feng in order to show his ability.

Smack-

But he was greeted with a resounding slap in the face.

Ling Feng's palm seemed to be an understatement, but it smashed on the cheek of that half-step immortal disciple, directly hitting him with seven halos, and he spun in place several times.

"Evil obstacles, my senior brother is kind enough to purify you, let you know that you are lost, you dare to beat him and look for death. ”

Hundreds of disciples of the Yuying Cave shouted loudly, or flying, or soaring, or bounced, and came towards Ling Feng in all directions.

"Bang Bang Bang

Ling Feng's palm changed rapidly, and every time it changed, a purple-sized energy palm would appear around him, and those disciples who were suspended in the void were like flies, one by one, they flew out and smashed into the outer door of the ring, crying for their father and mother.

In a few breaths, hundreds of murderous Jade Ying Cave disciples undoubtedly fell outside the ring convulsively, moaning.

"Although this son has taken refuge in the underworld, in terms of potential, he is really extraordinary. ”

"A good genius of the human race is not appropriate, but he is in the company of the underworld, the great enemy of heaven and earth, no matter how powerful his talent is? ”

The pupils in the eyes of countless bigwigs in the square constricted again.

In their eyes, it was natural to see that in these two sect-to-sect competitions, Ling Feng didn't do his best at all, just like a warm-up match.

"Next, Linglong Pavilion will fight against the Louvre. ”

Miaohua Dasheng announced the next competition with a gloomy face.

Because of the continuous slapping of Ling Feng in the face, their complexions were not very good-looking.

"Hehe, Ling Feng, Zhuge Xiran was abolished by my Louvre, so I'm just one of you, we'll do it, how about sending you on the road?"

A sneer sounded, and more than a dozen figures swept into the ring.

The dozen or so people were dressed in white power suits, and they all carried a bladeless heavy sword the size of a plate axe on their backs, and they sneered.

The Louvre has at least hundreds of disciples who have passed the written test this time, and now it has dispatched the most powerful dozen people, so it is natural that the crowd tactics have no effect on Ling Feng.

"Just a dozen of you?"

Ling Feng looked around and sneered.

The cultivation of these dozen or so people is extraordinary, most of them have condensed an immortal flower, and it seems that they have also cultivated a mysterious sword formation, and the bladeless swords on each other's bodies actually emitted a slight buzzing sound, and the rhythm was the same, causing the resonance of heaven and earth.

"Everyone joined forces to set up the Luofu Sword Formation, slash this fang, and strengthen the prestige of our human race. ”

More than a dozen people moved under their feet, each separated a few feet, their hands changed rapidly, and a bladeless heavy sword rose from behind them, intertwined with each other, and collided with each other, turning into an iron-black sword disk.

The sword plate is the size of a house, sometimes closed, sometimes separated, and a trace of heart-rending sharp aura emerges.