Chapter 146: Deadwood Sect

"The name of the sword is Withered and Lonely, and it is the inheritance sword of the Deadwood Sect. Mu Jian looked at Ling Feng, there was no emotion in his eyes, when he reported the name of the sword, his momentum also changed, like an old man in the morning and twilight, it seemed that the whole person was like a dead old tree, without any vitality.

Mu Jian's change this time is related to the exercises in his cultivation world, the exercises he cultivates are the Deadwood Sect's Zhenzong Exercises Deadwood Jue, and even the breath that exudes silence is actually constantly absorbing the vitality of the cultivators, and even when he is fighting, he is constantly absorbing the essence and vitality of the opponent, which is why there are not many strong people in the Deadwood Sect but they can become a second-rate force in the cultivation world.

Looking at the changes in Mu Jian, Ling Feng did not change much, and there was an extra magic sword in his hand, and then he looked at Mu Jian with an indifferent expression, and his expression was also a little flat: "You are not my opponent, so you don't have to make a move." ”

Mu Jian looked at Ling Feng's appearance, he couldn't help but feel angry in his heart, although he was not an outstanding disciple, and he was not ranked in the Wei Jieyang, but he was the strength of the third layer of the Infant Infant, the successor of the Deadwood Sect, and the successor of the Deadwood Sect for a while, and Ling Feng's words couldn't help but arouse the pride and arrogance in his heart all of a sudden, and he held the long sword and killed Ling Feng at once.

Ling Feng saw Mu Jian killing him, there was no emotion on his face, and the magic sword in his hand was also gently waved, and then looking at Mu Jian's gaze was also a little cold, only to see the magic sword swing out a series of sword lights, the sword light and demonic aura were swirling, and Mu Jian was wrapped in Mu Jian at once, and Mu Jian also looked at Ling Feng with some solemnity, and there was a trace of fear in his eyes, and the whole person kept retreating.

"It's so powerful, I didn't expect him to be so powerful. Mu Jian looked at Ling Feng, a trace of solemnity appeared on his face, and then the withered long sword in his hand also began to wave continuously, and the long sword also swung out one sword qi after another, and constantly began to slash towards Ling Feng.

And Ling Feng looked at Mu Jian's moves, and there was also a trace of disdain on his face, only to see the magic sword in his hand pointing towards the sky, and then with a hint of indifference in his eyes, the magic sword in his hand exuded a trace of coercion, and Ling Feng's expression was also a little calm, the magic sword in his hand was gently swung down, and Mu Jian looked at the long sword that was swinging, his face was a trace of consternation, and there was fear in that consternation.

Ling Feng's magic sword continued to enlarge in Mu Jian's eyes, Mu Jian tried his best to dodge Ling Feng's attack, but no matter how he struggled, he couldn't seem to move a bit, which couldn't help but make him look at Ling Feng's gaze with some fear and panic, and he tried hard to raise his hand, wanting to use the long sword to resist Ling Feng's attack.

Ling Feng looked at Mu Jian's resistance, a trace of disdain appeared on his face, and then he snorted coldly, the momentum of the fifth layer of the infant suddenly oppressed Mu Jian, and Mu Jian felt Ling Feng's strength, his face couldn't help but turn pale, looking at Ling Feng's gaze was also a little jealous, and his tone also carried a trace of compromise: "Ling Feng, I am a disciple of the Deadwood Sect, the future descendant of the Deadwood Sect, and my Deadwood Sect is still a subsidiary force of the Blood Demon Palace, you can't kill me, if you kill me, the Deadwood Sect will not let you go, and the Blood Demon Palace will not let you go." ”

The corners of Ling Feng's mouth turned up slightly, and a flat smile appeared on Ling Feng's face, and the magic sword in his hand suddenly provoked Mu Jian's chin, but Mu Jian's whole body was like a foreskin-like bone, and there was no sense of harmony at all when he used the magic sword to provoke his chin, as if an evil demon king was about to do something extremely bloodthirsty.

"When did I, Ling Feng, provoke you Deadwood Sect, I, Ling Feng, don't want to kill people, but if you want to kill me, why can't I kill you? Can I only let you kill me, can't let me kill you? Murderers, people will always kill you!" The magic sword in Ling Feng's hand couldn't help but gently swing towards Mu Jian's head, and just as he swung it, suddenly an extremely powerful momentum locked him, and when he locked him, a trace of solemnity appeared on the barbarian's face.

"Qing Reckless Period!" Ling Feng's face couldn't help but change slightly, and then he confronted the barbarian, his eyes were full of solemnity, Mu Jian also felt a powerful momentum, and then his expression became a little excited, and he looked at Ling Feng's gaze with a little joy.

"Ling Feng, you quickly let me go, my Supreme Elder of the Dead Wood Sect is here, only by letting me go will you have a trace of life. Mu Jian looked at Ling Feng with a solemn face, and couldn't help but start to persuade.

The corners of Ling Feng's mouth turned up slightly, and then the magic sword in his hand couldn't help but slash slightly, a hot pain slashed through Mu Jian's nerves, only to see a trace of red appear on his neck, and Ling Feng looked at Mu Jian's gaze with a little sarcasm, and said with a hint of indifference in his tone: "No matter how powerful your Supreme Elder is, please recognize the current situation, you are in my hands, as long as I want, you can die now, do you think I am the kind of person who is threatened?"

Mu Jian was stunned, looking at Ling Feng's gaze also changed slightly, and then there was a hint of weakness in his tone, looking at Ling Feng's gaze was also jealous, and then he was silent, the barbarian also came over at this time, and then said a few words in Ling Feng's ear, and Ling Feng's face also became a little flat, and the magic sword in his hand also waved towards Mu Jian at once.

"Stop!" Just as Ling Feng swung his sword, a powerful voice suddenly sounded in the air, and he saw an old man with dead wood standing in the air, looking at Ling Feng and the barbarian's gaze was also a little gloomy, and even with a hint of killing intent.

Ling Feng looked at the old man with interest, his eyes were also a little scrupulous, and the old man also looked at Ling Feng calmly, there was also some appreciation in his eyes, and then there was a faint threat in his tone: "Ling Feng, although you are very good, many people are not your opponents, but you shouldn't be so sharp, after all, no one likes someone to jump out of their control, and no one wants someone to go against them." So you still have to be more restrained, put the wooden tablet, and the old man won't embarrass you. ”

Ling Feng was silent for a moment, and then looked at the old man's gaze was also very flat, while the barbarian looked at Ling Feng with a flat face, he couldn't help shouting at the old man: "Old man, don't think that you are strong enough to ignore everyone, today the young master told you, even if you are young and reckless, you are not afraid, not to mention that your young sect master is still in our hands." ”

The old man's face couldn't help but change slightly, a trace of killing intent flashed in his eyes, and Ling Feng also looked at the old man with a smile on his face, the smile on his face didn't know how strong he was, the old man's face couldn't help but change slightly when he looked at Ling Feng, and he couldn't help but feel uneasy in his heart, and at the same time, he couldn't help but be more vigilant about Ling Feng.

"I had no intention of killing people, I had no intention of becoming a demon, but you were forced to force each other, but you were forced to force each other, bent on killing me, in this case, I, Ling Feng, have become the public enemy of the cultivation world, so how about you being a Deadwood Sect, not to mention that your Deadwood Sect is the lackey of the old demon. The magic sword in Ling Feng's hand swung down at once, and the magic sword swung towards Mu Jian's neck with a momentum that was rolling like thunder.

"No!"

"No!"

The old man and Mu Jian exclaimed at the same time, but Mu Jian's eyes had a trace of disbelief and horror, a trace of paleness appeared in his eyes, his head fell suddenly, and a stream of blood spurted out, and the old man's momentum couldn't help but rise, looking at Ling Feng and the barbarian's gaze, it was also a little cold.

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