Ling Feng stared at the flying sword, and his soul power sent out an invisible silk thread in the air, acting on the opponent's sword, until Ling Feng's soul power increased to about eighty percent, and the opponent's sword was fixed in the air without moving.

The fifth junior brother who was chasing after him quickly hit the hilt of his sword by surprise, and a sharp pain came from his forehead, making him scream "Ah", and then the sword fell to the ground with a clatter.

Xiao Xiong, who was standing on the boulder on the left, was also staring directly at the scene happening in front of him, when he was in the Dan Pavilion in Nanba Town, he was also embarrassed by Ling Feng's inexplicable move, and he still didn't know what was going on, and now this scene appeared in front of him again, and he was still staring at every move on the field in confusion.

The fifth senior brother picked up the sword in embarrassment and shouted: Shadow Sword Slash, to cover up his embarrassment.

Ling Feng saw that the fifth junior brother, the white sword in his hand, conjured up countless sword shadows in the air in front of him, and finally the sword shadows were one, and a sword slashed at him.

Ling Feng's eyes quickly slapped the Qiankun bag, and the five-rank seven-stage rusty sword appeared in his hand, one stood sideways, holding the hilt of the sword with his left hand, and erected the rusty sword on his chest, the tip of the sword was more than a foot above his head, and his right hand punched the body of the rusty sword.

As soon as the fifth junior brother came down with a sword, he only felt a block in his hand, and then with a lightness, his chest was tight, and he flew upside down in the air, and then spurted out a large mouthful of blood in the air, and heard the sound of the sword falling to the ground.

After landing on the ground, he covered his chest and struggled to get up, looking at the broken sword in his hand with a blue face, not knowing what was going on.

He didn't know what had just happened, but Xiao Xiong, who was present, saw it clearly, only to see the fifth junior brother go down with a sword and slash at the tip of Ling Feng's sword that suddenly appeared, the fifth junior brother's sword was broken into two, and one fell to the ground, and Ling Feng just punched his own sword, and the fifth junior brother was seriously injured and flew back.

Xiao Xiong felt Ling Feng's evil sect again, and his heart tumbled: "Nima, what kind of exercise is this, without taking a direct shot, he was beaten inexplicably?

Except for everyone in the Ling family who knew the magic of Ling Feng's "Fighting Noodles Across the Mountain", everyone else also looked at Ling Feng in horror for some reason.

"Fifth Senior Brother, you come back first to rest and let Senior Brother and I come to meet him," said a young man holding a black sword standing on the boulder in the middle.

"What do you mean, you want to kill me in a wheel war?" Ling Feng said.

"Phew, you are a little barbarian scumbag, and you are also worthy of our Sword Sect to fight with you? Just now my fifth junior brother was careless, and now I only need to make a move, so that you can't see the sun tomorrow." The elder brother roared angrily.

After roaring, the boulder under his feet on his toes directly and quickly shot straight at Ling Feng, the black sword in his hand, stabbed flat in front of his head, emitting a dark light, and the power of the rapid rotation was directed towards Ling Feng.

Ling Feng felt a terrifying black vortex force strangled towards him, the tip of the rusty sword in his right hand was pointed on the pebble under his left foot, and then a sword swept back into the sky from the bottom up, and he shouted lightly in his mouth: "Rising Meteor Sword First Type Sky Turning Sword."

"Jingling" The two swords collided together, and the sword of the senior brother was bounced high, and with the force of the shock, he turned around in the air, and the black sword in his hand changed to a sweep, and a sword swept towards Ling Feng's waist.

Ling Feng saw that the other party was not shocked and fled, but still had the power to attack, and he did not panic, so he slashed the rusty sword held in the air clockwise to the ground, slashed a few pebbles on the ground, passed along his left arm, collided with the opponent's black sword, and shouted softly again in his mouth: "Rising Meteor Sword Second Type Volcanic Sword."

"Ding" and "Hum" The two swords collided together again, and the black sword body in the senior brother's hand trembled violently, letting out a mournful sword groan.

Senior Brother's strength in the air had been exhausted, and he landed about five feet away from Ling Feng in embarrassment, taking two steps back before he stood firm.

He said fiercely: "No wonder it is so rampant, there are originally two brushes, but a barbarian like you, even if you have the ability, you will never know the power of my Sword Sect, do you know what kind of existence you have offended? ”

After speaking, he threw the sword in front of his chest, his hands were sealed, and the tips of his two fingers emitted a black vitality, with circles of invisible ripples, and the black sword was fixed on his chest out of thin air, and then the two fingers crossed and rubbed, and the black sword rotated in front of his chest at a speed invisible to the naked eye.

Then he pointed at Ling Feng with two fingers, and shouted in his mouth: "Sword Sect Sword Technique, Qi Sword Technique."

Ling Feng felt that the power of the black sword that was spinning this time was several times stronger than when this senior brother had rotated in the air with the black sword in his hand.

The surrounding onlookers were crumbling by the wind generated by the rapid rotation of the black sword, and they almost couldn't stand still, watching in horror how Ling Feng took this terrifying sword.

Seeing this momentum, Ling Feng quickly gathered the vitality of his whole body, held the hilt of the rusty sword with both hands, and held it high above his head, the tip of the rusty sword revealed a pillar of silver light that was many feet long, and his feet rose into the air as soon as he landed on the ground, dragging a long sword qi in the air and slashing down, and shouted loudly: "The third type of the Rising Meteor Sword Open Heaven Sword."

"Boom" the huge silver light sword qi, the middle hit the rotating black sword, and the tail slashed towards the top of the senior brother's head, the senior brother didn't care about the black sword in the air, and hurriedly raised his sword fingers to cross the top of his head.

"Poof" Senior Brother flew upside down in the air, a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, his hands trembled, and a few drops of blood dripped from his fingertips, which were caught by the master who flew over.

After Ling Feng landed on the ground, he took a few big breaths, slapped the Qiankun bag, took out a Guiyuan Pill and put it in his mouth, stood still, and began to recover the vitality that had just been drawn from most of his body with the Open Heaven Sword.

After the master of the Sword Sect caught the senior brother, he also fed him a pill and said, "You go back to the junior brother to rest first, and I will help you cut off this barbarian lowly who hurt you." ”

When Ling Aotian heard this, he stepped forward and said: "If you hurt the little big and come to the old one, you still have to be embarrassed, just now I heard which beast said, what kind of bullshit Sword Sect is not a wheel battle, one person is enough, this time I won't say that the senior brother is careless, your master alone is enough."

The middle-aged man was also stunned when he saw the sudden appearance of Ling Aotian, the other party exuded a huge vitality that was not inferior to himself, but he did not lose his momentum in his mouth, and said with a cruel smile: "Hmph, no matter what the reason, if you hurt the people of my Sword Sect, don't even think about living."

Ling Feng roughly estimated that the strength of this Sword Sect Master was about the Sixth Tier of the Yuan Spirit, and Ling Aotian would not be able to take the other party for a while, and on the other hand, the disciples of the Sword Sect had four disciples who had reached the realm of the Yuan Master, the senior brother was the cultivation of the Yuan Master Triple Heaven, and the second senior brother and the third senior brother who had not made a move, all of them were the strength of the Yuan Master Triple Heaven.

The fourth senior brother is the cultivation of the Yuan Master and the First Heavy Heaven, and the remaining twenty or so people are all the strength of the Yuan Seventh Heaven or above, if the group is added and the other party is overwhelming, even if Ling Zhen can block him seven or eight, if the remaining people from the Sword Sect rush up, it will inevitably hurt the other people of the Ling family whose strength is only the Yuan Seventh Heaven.

Stopped Ling Aotian at the moment, and said to the master of the Sword Sect: "I see that your so-called Sword Sect, you alone have the strength of the Yuan Spirit, but we have the strength of the Yuan Spirit, in this poor mountain and secluded place, what kind of bullshit Sword Sect name you still can't scare us, if you want to fight to the death, it must be you who will destroy the group in the end, I hope Your Excellency will not be impulsive." ”

After Ling Feng's words were finished, Ling Zhen also walked out, emitting a huge momentum with Ling Aotian, staring at the master of the Sword Sect and sneering.

The master of the Sword Sect was shocked to his senses by the momentum released by Ling Zhen and Ling Aotian, and after listening to what Ling Feng said, he said calmly, "According to Your Excellency's words, what do you want?"

Ling Feng smiled and said, "Since your Sword Sect was injured by me, it's not impossible for you to get back face, so let's do it, I'll give you enough face for the Sword Sect, and the two of us will have three competitions."

In the first game, the competition between the Yuan Spirits, one person from each side of the Yuan Spirit, you choose one of the two Yuan Spirits on our side to compete with you,

In the second game, the competition between the Yuan Divisions, we are the Yuan Division, and I am the only one, and you can send a few people to compete with me."

In the third game, the competition of the yuan, ten people from each side of the two sides will compete in a group.

After three games, the winner of two games finally won this competition, and everyone present can testify, if we lose, the skills are not as good as others, and we will not be entangled in the previous incident of your grabbing of our territory.

If we are lucky enough to win a game, you will let the territory you appear in, otherwise, no matter what kind of sword sect you are, the so-called Heavenly High Emperor is far away, and the Mountain King will sit down. ”

As soon as Ling Feng finished saying this, Ling Aotian was shocked and said: "Young Master, this method must not be allowed, if we continue like this, we will not give the territory to them, even if they are some kind of Sword Sect, I am afraid that he is a bird, so there is no need to do this."

Ling Aotian's words, listening to the ears of the Sword Sect's master, immediately understood, and said secretly: "It turns out that this group of barbarians is still afraid that their Sword Sect will find trouble for them in the future, so they will change their direction and give them the steps." laughed at the moment: "Okay, just according to your words". Turn around and fly back to the boulder and set it up.

Ling Feng also stopped Ling Aotian and said: "If the family wants to develop, there will definitely be more such things in the future, now is the time for us to work together to contribute to the family, personal strength is nothing."

Now listen to me, when the competition begins, the patriarch and the Aotian seniors, press the field, and leave the rest to our younger generation to deal with, you ten swords will fight first, if you can't even step through the door of the secret realm, what strength do we have to enter the secret realm?"

After Ling Feng finished speaking, the other ten people all clenched the swords in their hands and nodded heavily. Seeing that their momentum was like a rainbow, Ling Feng turned his head to the people of the Sword Sect and said, "Are you ready over there?"

The master of the Sword Sect said with a sneer: "It's ready, the old man will come to choose someone in the first game."

"Wait, we have to choose the order of appearance, we want to have the third game of the Yuan competition first, and you can choose the order of appearance in the next game", Ling Feng stopped.

If the first game is contested first, if Ling Zhen loses, it will bring psychological pressure to the younger generation, so Ling Feng chooses the competition of the Yuan first.

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