Do you want to die?" the voice was calm and cold, without the slightest mood swing.

The sword in the hands of the silver-robed disciple of the Holy Sword Sect paused slightly, stopping the castration of the advance. Although he is very arrogant in his bones and looks down on these small forces, he is a disciple of the Holy Sword Sect after all, and he is not purely a bully straw bag. He knew that Tian Cai, who made this voice, was the key person who decided whether this Zhong Ba could belong or not, as long as this Zhong Ba could surrender, then Zhong Ba's life could be kept.

I saw a handsome young man in a white robe with a pale face walking slowly, it was more appropriate to say that he was a sick scholar than a martial artist.

Zhong Ba slowly breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the young man in white appear, as long as this guy appeared, then the rest of the matter was none of his Zhong Ba's business.

The person who came was the Leng Feng that Shen Ao had accepted at the beginning, and after a long time of not seeing him, Leng Feng was still so cold and unapproachable, but looking at his situation, it seemed that his cultivation had improved again.

Leng Feng calmly looked at the arrogant silver-robed man in front of him, and pointed at Zhong Ba who fell to the ground: "You injured him?"

The silver-robed man didn't immediately turn his face, even though Leng Feng's tone didn't sound so friendly.

"There was a slight misunderstanding with this brother just now, and he didn't stop for a while, which is also inevitable. In the Lower Holy Sword Gate Wang Qianjun, I don't know the name of Brother Ren?"

"Oh, if you don't stop for a while, then you know that if you don't stop it, you will die, I don't want to know the name of the dead, and you don't need to know who I am. ”

Under Leng Feng's calm words, there was a killing machine as cold as an ice peak that could not be concealed.

Wang Qianjun's face suddenly changed greatly, Leng Feng's naked provocation and murderous intent had already made him understand that today's matter was no longer good.

Wang Qianjun immediately raised the long sword he had already put down, and stabbed at Leng Feng like thunder. Since there is no room for any circle, then he will not hesitate to kill the sick young man in front of him, and use the life of that young man to declare the inviolability of the dignity of the Holy Sword Gate!

Leng Feng looked at Wang Qianjun's murderous sword, his face was still the same, and a mocking smile was drawn on the corner of his mouth.

Wang Qianjun's martial arts skills are unattainable in the eyes of ordinary forces, and the sword skills produced by the Holy Sword Sect will not be bad no matter how bad they are. But in Leng Feng's opinion, it is just good, if it is before he meets Shen Ao, in the face of this sword, Leng Feng has no second result except for being killed in seconds, but unfortunately the current Leng Feng is not the Leng Feng who can only secretly learn martial arts before, so the result cannot be like that.

Leng Feng pulled out the long sword behind his back, the long sword was blood-red, and there was a faint bloody aura emanating from it, in time, this sword would definitely become a peerless murder weapon.

Leng Feng leaned slightly to the left, and the long sword slashed upward, completely ignoring the tip of Wang Qianjun's sword that was already close in front of him.

Wang Qianjun was stunned to find that before his sword pierced the young man's, the tip of the young man's sword would inevitably pierce his throat one step ahead of him, attacking the enemy's self-saving move!

Wang Qianjun had to return to the sword to block, he didn't want to fight with Leng Feng with his own life, but the more he hit him, the more surprised he was in his heart, no matter how his sword skills changed, that guy was always able to find the flaws in his sword skills at the first time, and then he was not afraid of death and ignored his sword skills, and directly attacked the enemy to save himself. Where is this who can be cultivated by ordinary low-level forces, and those who come out of low-level forces can see through the sword skills of the Holy Sword Sect? Can they use Xuan-level cultivation to compete with ground-level masters? If Wang Qianjun is killed, he will not believe it.

"Who the hell are you?" Wang Qianjun questioned Leng Feng again, but this time his tone was less arrogant than before, and a little more dignified, although it was only a few moments of fighting, but this was enough to arouse his attention to Leng Feng.

"I said that there is no need for a dead person to know my name!" Leng Feng's sword tip pointed obliquely at Wang Qianjun.

Wang Qianjun's face became extremely ugly, he was already unusually polite to Leng Feng, he didn't expect him to be so faceless.

"Hehe, boy, I admit that you have some ability, but even if you can see through my tricks, so what, if you are a ground-level master, then I will run away without saying a word, but unfortunately no matter how powerful your eyesight tricks are, your true yuan is only at the Xuan-level level, since you are so confident in your skills, but in the face of the power that destroys the withering and decaying, any skill is a fancy thing!"

Wang Qianjun's expression slowly became hideous and terrifying, and a powerful aura erupted on him, in front of this powerful aura, Leng Feng and the others were like boats that would capsize at any time.

Leng Feng's usually calm pale face rarely became a hint of flush, and his deep black eyes revealed a solemnity: Is this the power of the prefecture level? In the past, the boss slaughtered the ground level Ren Fang like slaughtering a dog, and only when facing the ground level did he know the power of the ground level, and only then did he know how big the gap between the Xuan level and the ground level was, and how strong the boss was.

A trace of madness flashed in Leng Feng's eyes, although there was a Shen Ao's sword intent sealed in his sword, although he didn't know how strong Shen Ao's sword intent was, Leng Feng didn't want to use it, because he was Leng Feng, with a cold arrogance like an iceberg, at this point, he was not much worse than Shen Ao.

Leng Feng's temperament changed, if his aura just now was like that of a weak scholar who had just recovered from a serious illness, then now he was like a cold and evil hellish Shura, bloody and indifferent.

The aura on Leng Feng's body rose suddenly, Xuan-level high-level, Xuan-level peak, ground-level primary, ground-level primary, and finally Leng Feng's breath stayed at the peak of the ground-level primary, which was also the maximum he could improve at this stage.

Wang Qianjun looked at the young man whose temperament and aura had changed drastically in front of him, and a sneer crossed the corner of his mouth, Is it possible to improve the secret method? Even if your true yuan is raised to the level of the earth level, your realm is still only at the Xuan level, and it is just a dying struggle. It's like a kid holding a powerful pistol, but it's not something he can control.

The two powerful auras collided violently in the air, and storms burst out from the center of the collision between the two to form a storm of sword qi, surrounding the two like a big cocoon, and outsiders couldn't get a glimpse of it at all.

Suddenly, a terrible scream emanated from the cocoon, and the voice was terrible, as if he had seen something terrible and was going through something terrible.

Zhong Ba and the dog-legged young man looked at each other, although they all wanted to know what was going on inside, but the storm of sword qi that burst out did not allow them to get close to the center of that sword qi for half a step.

The dog-legged young man sneered: "Then don't think about it, it must be from a kid who doesn't know the height of the sky, and he is against the Holy Sword Gate, he is not qualified enough!"

Zhong Ba was silent, although he hoped that Leng Feng could win, but he really couldn't convince himself, after all, Leng Feng was not the young man who was too strong, and he killed the mysterious young man like an immortal who killed the old prefecture-level powerhouse in one sword.

So is it really as the dog-legged young man said?