Chapter 145: A strong return

In the Daqian Dynasty, a white-haired young man walked on the street, and the young man was followed by a strong man who seemed to be a brute bull, but the man's complexion was a little bronzed, which was a little different from those normal people, and the three-meter-tall man, and the pronunciation of the extremely southern land was a little thick, which suddenly made many people on the street a little afraid of these two people.

Those two people were none other than Ling Feng and the barbarian, they were walking slowly on the street, and after a while, they only heard the sound of horses' hooves on the street, and saw a team of people surrounding Ling Feng.

"Ling Feng, sure enough, it's you, I didn't expect you to die. "The leader of that team was a sword cultivator, and the mount under his feet was a white white horse, and he looked at Ling Feng, and a smile appeared on his face, even a little bland.

Ling Feng looked at the person in charge, there was no emotion on his face, but he looked at all this indifferently, and then there was a hint of indifference in his tone: "Streamer Sword Sect, I didn't expect that you Streamer Sword Sect people are really endless, don't you know that I, Ling Feng, am not comparable to your Streamer Sword Sect."

Ling Feng's words were extremely arrogant, and even with a hint of disdain, even when he hadn't really seen those powerful people, Ling Feng was not afraid of this young generation, not to mention that now, he was not comparable to these people, and his strength had not increased by a point and a half.

However, the person in charge did not speak, but looked at Ling Feng with a sneering expression, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone: "Ling Feng, I know that I am not your opponent, but we have invited Senior Brother Mu of the Weijieyang Dead Wood Sect, Senior Brother Mu's strength is not comparable to you, so you should be honest and ambush." ”

The corners of Ling Feng's mouth curled slightly, looking at the young man who was the leader was also full of disdain, he looked at the barbarians beside him, and then said a little flatly: "Barbarians, how long do you say it will take to kill them?"

The barbarian was silent for a moment, then glanced at those people, and said in silence: "Their highest strength is only the cultivation of the peak of the Jiedan, if you want, they are already dead." ”

The barbarian's expression was very serious, it wasn't that he didn't look down on the cultivation of these people, but Ling Feng's performance was too rebellious, his moves, his swordsmanship, this couldn't help but make the barbarian deeply believe that killing those people was just something Ling Feng was willing to do.

Ling Feng smiled, his smile was very bright, I saw that his big hand turned, and the magic sword also appeared in his hand, that magic sword was like a simple pitch-black long sword, there was nothing strange at all, and when the man in charge looked at the magic sword in Ling Feng's hand, his heart couldn't help but feel uneasy.

"Old man, I didn't expect you to be constantly tired just after returning to the cultivation world, maybe the news of my return to the cultivation world has also spread. Ling Feng stroked the long sword in his hand, as if he was stroking his lover, his face couldn't help but become a little flat, and the momentum of his whole body also became a little fierce.

"Shang, killing Ling Feng, not only will the sect have a heavy reward, but even the Dead Wood Sect will give us supreme exercises. The famous young man at the head looked at Ling Feng, his eyes also flashed with a hint of essence, and then with a wave of his big hand, the group of people behind him rushed forward at once.

They thought of the mysterious Senior Brother Mu, the mysterious sword technique, and the strong strength, which couldn't help but make those people a little respectful, and at this time, hearing that they could get such a powerful martial skill as Senior Brother Mu, they couldn't help but make those people a little hot, and they couldn't help but attack Ling Feng even more desperately.

And Ling Feng looked at the monk who rushed towards him like a desperate person, there was also a trace of indifference on his face, and there was also some sarcasm in his eyes, only to see the magic sword in his hand swing out gently, it was like an ordinary sword swing, but that sword had a trace of fierce sword intent in it, and Ling Feng's sword seemed to have a trace of unrivaled momentum.

With a swing of the sword, he saw twelve people fall on the street, and the twelve young men stared at each other, as if they had locked someone, and Ling Feng looked at the corpses of the twelve people, and his face also smiled, and he did not speak, but looked at the young man with a smile on his face.

What seemed to him was a simple sword just now, but in fact, he had already swung out twelve swords, each sword was deadly, and one sword sealed his throat, and Ling Feng looked at the magic sword in his hand, the magic sword was still dripping with a trace of blood, and then it continued to slash from the tip of the sword.

"You killed them, aren't you afraid that we will hunt them down by the Streamer Sword Sect?" The young man at the head looked at Ling Feng, his eyes were full of shock, and then he said with some dreams.

A smile also appeared on Ling Feng's face, and then the magic sword in his hand also trembled, and a trace of sarcasm appeared on his face, looking at the young man at the head and said, "They are dead, and you have to compensate them, otherwise it will be unfair to them." And now that you Streamer Sword Sect is chasing me, why should I let you live?"

The young man at the head was stunned, looking at Ling Feng's gaze was also a little complicated, he was silent for a moment, then drew his long sword, and then said with a hint of remorse: "I thought I was your opponent, but now it seems that I can't compare to you at all, but I also want to know how strong you Ling Feng is." ”

The long sword in his hand waved, and then rushed towards Ling Feng, and a trace of indifference appeared on Ling Feng's face, only to see that the magic sword in Ling Feng's hand was also slightly condensed, and the momentum of his whole body also became a little fierce, and then the magic sword in his hand also waved lightly, and then his tone was with a trace of disdain: "You are not qualified to use a sword, because you can't even hold a sword steadily." ”

The magic sword slashed through the neck of the young man who was the leader at once, and a strange blood spurted out, as if it was an art, and then the young man who was the leader also slowly fell, and Ling Feng looked at the young man who was the leader and sighed softly, and said in a somewhat bitter tone: "This is the eighth person who came up to surround and kill himself, but the senior brother they said did not appear, otherwise I would also like to see how powerful this senior brother Mu is." ”

Shaking his head, Ling Feng was about to leave, only to see an indifferent voice behind him that made his figure pause slightly: "You are Ling Feng, Ling Feng, who has become known as the number one person in the cultivation world, and you killed them too?"

Ling Feng turned around and looked at a man with cheeks like foreskin looking at Ling Feng with a flat face, and Ling Feng also kept looking at the man, without any emotion on his face, and there was a hint of indifference in his tone: "You are the Senior Brother Wood in their mouths, and you are exactly what they call the Dead Wood Sect, but you also look like dead wood, which is very suitable for the Dead Wood Sect." ”

Mu Jian's face changed slightly, he looked at Ling Feng's face was also a little cold, remembering that he Mu Jian was not something that ordinary people could offend in Weijieyang, but he was also the chief disciple of the Deadwood Sect, which represented the person who would control the Deadwood Sect in the future, and now Ling Feng actually looked down on himself like this.

"You're good, but today you're doomed to die, and although you're coming back strongly, I don't have you in my eyes at all. Mu Jian looked at Ling Feng, a trace of disdain appeared on his face, and then a long sword also appeared in his hand, and his whole body exuded a trace of the aura of dead leaves, as if it was about to wither.

Ling Feng looked at Mu Jian's appearance, his face also appeared a trace of flatness, and then the magic sword in his hand kept trembling, and the barbarian also looked at the two of them with a playful expression, and he also drank wine with a wine jug in his hand, seeing that the big battle was about to break out!