Ling Zizhong's vigilance had already been mentioned to the highest, the old woman Gong Hui was killed in front of him, as the master of this place, he definitely couldn't stand idly by. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

He knew it couldn't be done today.

The crowd that came back to their senses began to stir, and Ling Zizhong raised his hand to calm down the crowd that had begun to be a little commotion, and said in a deep voice.

"Your Excellency is so ruthless, in Xia Ling Zizhong, come to learn your Excellency's tricks. ”

He turned and dismounted, stepped forward, and said to the crowd behind him, "Stand out." ”

The two elders of the Lin Hu Sect were a little worried when they saw Feng Ning's strange methods just now, but they didn't say anything, and the others were all excited and eager.

Broken Sky Sword Saint Ling Zizhong, who has been famous for decades without a defeat, a mythical figure in martial arts, no one thought that he would lose to a young junior of unknown origin.

Feng Ning waved his hand, and the crowd behind him slowly retreated, but he didn't get off the horse, he still rode on the horse and looked at Ling Zizhong indifferently.

Ling Zizhong's expression became more and more solemn, and Feng Ning's indifferent and casual attitude did not anger him, but made him feel a great threat.

He slowly pulled out the long knife at his waist, which was no more than two fingers wide and about a meter long, somewhat like the shape of a Tang knife on earth.

Suddenly, an indescribable aura emanated from him, bringing gusts of breeze, and many people felt the breeze hitting their faces.

Everyone was awe-inspiring, this is the unparalleled momentum of the grandmaster, this momentum alone can make the opponent frightened, and the grandmaster is ready to attack with all his strength.

For a while, everyone was excited, solemn, or worried, and their moods were different.

Feng Ning's eyes lit up when he saw him exuding momentum, and said, "Interesting, it's really a little different." ”

That momentum was still spreading, and it actually formed an invisible force field around the two of them.

Although this stance felt weak, Feng Ning became serious, and this feeling was different from any innate master he had encountered before.

Those innate masters, even those innate ninth-layer masters, did not have this aura, or this kind of artistic conception.

Even Feng Ning himself had never used such a thing.

Although this artistic conception is faint, it is extraordinary, and it actually gives him a sense of far-reaching and profound.

A word suddenly popped up in his heart, Daoyi.

The artistic conception of the Tao represents the rules of the world, or a certain will that expresses or conveys the will of the world.

He suddenly became excited and muttered, "This is it, this is it." ”

This kind of Dao intent, not to mention that he has not felt it in the innate master, even those monks he has come into contact with.

He had seen the monks do it, and although they flew into the sky and the earth with extraordinary power, he had never seen them release such a thing.

As for the great cultivators with higher realms, he doesn't know if the real person has this kind of Dao intention.

However, it can be judged from these that Daoyi is definitely a great good thing.

He had never been able to figure out what the system wanted him to find in the world origin, and the faint Dao intent that Ling Zizhong was exuding now was the weak manifestation of the world origin.

And the word Daoyi also appeared directly in his mind, giving him a feeling of sudden enlightenment.

"Good, good. Feng Ning said without hesitation.

It was really not easy for this Ling Zizhong to be able to cultivate to such a point in this world where the Heaven and Earth Vitality was lacking.

He stared at Ling Zizhong excitedly, the others didn't know why, and thought that he was excited because he had finally met an opponent of equal strength.

At this moment, Ling Zizhong made a move, and he couldn't maintain this kind of Dao intent for a long time, and releasing Dao intent was with the idea of a quick victory.

Ling Zizhong's long knife turned into pieces of residual wind, sweeping towards Feng Ning.

Feng Ning rose from the horse's back, his right hand pointing at the sword, with a red light, facing those wind-like sword lights.

Call!!

Suddenly, there was a loud noise, but he saw that there was a continuous wind in the air blessing Ling Zizhong's knife, and the sword light became extremely fierce, and a will that seemed to cut off heaven and earth suddenly appeared.

Cut-off knife!

This is Ling Zizhong's famous stunt.

I heard Feng Ning laugh loudly, and his right hand was red.

Bite!

There was a long sound, and the two collided many times for a while, dense like a sound.

Suddenly, there was a soft snap, and Ling Zizhong staggered back more than a dozen steps, exiting the battle circle, and the long knife in his hand was only half a cut.

His face turned from red to white, and then reddened, and a mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out.

Seeing that Feng Ning had leisurely flown back to his horse, holding the tip of a half-cut knife in his right hand, he looked at Ling Zizhong who was spurting blood with a smile.

"How, how is it possible? Grandmaster Ling lost?"

"Ling, Grandmaster Ling lost?"

"In just a few moves, Sect Master Ling lost?"

Everyone was in an uproar, and even the people on Feng Ning's side were shocked.

The Martial Arts Myth Broken Sky Sword Saint Ling Zizhong was defeated, and the defeat was so neat that even the portable sword was broken by that person.

Ling Zizhong's face turned pale, he looked at the saber that had followed him for decades in his hand, and said gloomily: "Your Excellency's martial arts are strong, I admit defeat." ”

The mood of those people behind Feng Ning was more complicated, they had already understood the power of Feng Ning and the Blood Demon, when Ling Zizhong was defeated, he was a little surprised, but he took it for granted.

But they still felt a sense of heroic sadness, which was the end of a martial arts myth and legend.

They looked at Feng Ning who was riding on the horse, and said in their hearts, this is also the rise of a new myth and legend, maybe it will be even more brilliant.

Feng Ning pinched Ling Zizhong's broken knife and said with a smile: "You are very good, and you are also related to this seat, are you willing to enter my door and follow this seat to practice the avenue?"

The crowd was in an uproar again, and they didn't expect him to say this.

Ling Zizhong's face also changed, and he turned red and white.

He is already seventy-two this year, he has been famous for many years, and he is one of the people with the highest rank in the entire martial arts, and now this young man wants to take him as an apprentice, which is simply unreasonable.

Feng Ning said lightly: "Do you think that entering this sect is insulting your identity? This sect, Tianyuan Sword Sect, is famous in the upper realm cultivation world, and it is the top sect in the cultivation world, and this seat has practiced for more than 300 years, and accepts you as a little guy, is it still insulting you?"

"Three, more than three hundred years?"

"This, this Burning Heaven Immortal Monarch has been practicing for more than three hundred years?"

"Looking at his appearance, he is only in his twenties, but he is more than three hundred years old?

Everyone was shocked by the news he revealed, and even those people in the Red Lotus Villa heard about it for the first time.

They always thought that even if Feng Ning was from the Upper Realm Immortal Sect, he was not very old, and they didn't expect that he had been practicing for more than three hundred years, and he was simply an old monster.

Zhang Siwan, Ouyang Yan and the other women who were originally interested in him suddenly felt at a loss, thinking that he was a beautiful son, who knew that everyone could be their grandfather's grandfather at an age.

Feng Ning looked at everyone's reactions and said secretly: "Very good, this is the effect you want, this braggart is still quite cool." ”

What kind of practice for more than 300 years is of course he is talking nonsense, his current body is only twenty-one years old, even if he has lived more than twenty years in his previous life, his heart is full of age and forty years old.

What is more than 300 years old, it is simply bragging and not capital.