"He must not be allowed to use that trick again!"

Ling Tengyun bit the tip of his tongue and spewed a mouthful of blood at the pitch-black giant sword hanging in front of him.

The giant sword absorbed Ling Tengyun's blood, first trembling, and then splitting into hundreds of pocket flying swords.

The flying sword floated in the air, dense, like a cloud of bees out of the nest.

Ling Tengyun changed the technique, and the sword group stabbed at the little man on the ground with the sound of "whoosh" breaking through the air.

Ling Tengyun judged that this little man needed to "boost his momentum" by "breaking his sword", so he planned to launch a series of fast attacks to not give the other party a chance to break his sword.

The little man swung his sword to meet the group of flying swords, only to hear a "clanging" explosion, and the long sword in his hand had become tattered and could no longer be used.

Just when Ling Tengyun thought that he had successfully restrained his opponent and was secretly proud of it, the little man suddenly threw away the remnant sword in his hand, and then grabbed a few pocket flying swords from the flying sword group with both palms.

As soon as these flying swords fell into the hands of the little man, they immediately cut off contact with Ling Tengyun, and honestly lay in the palm of the "enemy", no longer moving.

The little man backhanded the snatched sword into the scabbard behind his back, then reached for the group of swords again, and grabbed a few more.

He grabbed and stuffed it at the same time, and the originally dense group of flying swords gradually became thinner under his "brutal" means.

"Wonderful!"

When the manager saw that the little man had made such a strange move, he couldn't help but admire in his heart.

Ling Tengyun's pitch-black giant sword had been refined by him into a life-threatening magic weapon, and the swordsmen were the same spirit, and they were both damaged.

The little man constantly snatched away and devoured the pocket flying sword that had been transformed from the pitch-black giant sword, which was equivalent to constantly depleting Ling Tengyun's own cultivation.

Ling Tengyun's strength has been weakened, but the strength of the little man is increasing.

Ling Tengyun also seemed to see that it was extremely bad to continue like this, and hurriedly pinched the trick to withdraw the flying sword, the little man jumped up, fished out a few more swords in his hand, and then looked at the group of flying swords that suddenly rose up, with a look of pity.

The flying sword returned to Ling Tengyun's side and reformed into the appearance of a giant sword, but it was only a little smaller than before.

"Those who take others will be taken away by others. This is really a cycle of heavenly principles, and retribution is not happy. ”

The manager looked at Ling Pengfei's depressed appearance in the corner, not to mention how happy he was.

Ling Pengfei suffered a big loss, and he didn't dare to use those moves that had to make the giant sword get close to the opponent in order to show his power, but among the means of long-range enemies, the Ghost Shadow Devouring Sky was already his strongest move.

What to do?

Do you want to use that?

Ling Pengfei hesitated.

That move can only be used once, it is the ultimate means he uses to resist the righteous path to besiege the Blood Sword Gate, will it be a bit wasteful to only use it on this person?

Ling Pengfei was struggling when he suddenly heard a soft sound in his ears.

"Jingle Bell—"

It's the crisp sound of metal hitting the floor.

This voice, even though he had heard it many, many times just now, still gave him goosebumps when he heard it again.

The horror of that sword seemed to have burned into the depths of his mind, so much so that the sound of the hilt hitting the ground would trigger his natural reaction to that terrifying memory.

"It's endless!" Ling Pengfei's pressure accumulated to the extreme, and finally rebounded, he said angrily, "I want to see how many swords you have today!"

A handful.

Two handfuls.

Three.

Four.

Five.

......

When the little man took out the nineteenth sword, Ling Pengfei completely collapsed.

Come prepared, this man is definitely prepared!

Who has nothing to do with so many sword weapons in a storage bag?

Even if this is a means to improve strength, but the power of the blow sent out by consuming more than twenty long swords before is already terrifying enough, is it necessary to prepare dozens of more swords?

Seeing that the little man took out the twentieth long sword again, he deliberately shook it towards Ling Pengfei as if showing off before inserting it into the scabbard.

"Enough!"

Ling Pengfei felt that the little man's behavior was simply a great insult to him.

"I'm not afraid of you, I just think it's a bit of a waste to use that trick at this time, since you take the initiative to beg for death, then don't blame me for not leaving you a way to live!"

A hint of determination flashed in Ling Pengfei's eyes, and he raised the giant sword in his hand.

The next moment, a ball of red light shot out from the tip of the sword, and after it rose into the air, it exploded into thousands of streamers, scattering in all directions.

"Where is the Blood Fiend!"

Ling Pengfei raised his arms and shouted, as if the king was calling his generals.

However, his call was not answered.

"How so!"

Ling Tengyun panicked.

After his refinement, the Blood Sword Gate's exercises will produce a demon seed in the body of the cultivator, and the signal he just sent out is to detonate these demon seeds, prompting those disciples who have cultivated the Blood Sword Gate's exercises to demonize, and then follow his will and gather here.

The demonized Blood Sword Sect disciple, known to him as the Blood Demon, in addition to being able to exert more than five times the strength of the original cultivation, also has an extremely strong body, the characteristics of rapid healing, and the will to die endlessly.

In the face of cultivators in the same realm, it is not a problem to have one enemy and ten.

As long as he commanded properly, no matter how many swords he had, the little man would eventually die under the trampling of his army of blood demons.

This team is his biggest reliance.

But now that he had given the order, none of the Blood Fiends had answered his call!

"What the hell went wrong?"

Ling Pengfei didn't give up, and a streamer burst out from the giant sword again, trying to activate the demon seed and establish contact with the blood demons.

"It's useless!" the chief manager looked at Ling Pengfei and sneered in his heart, "Your back road has long been cut off by me!"

He didn't expect that he would suddenly kill a character like a dwarf to help him deal with Ling Pengfei, so the first step in his plan was to completely eradicate Ling Pengfei's blood demon.

As soon as the team that was exploring the ruins set out, he sent out all the official disciples who could be mobilized.

Those formal disciples who held important positions in the sect and could not accept the task were secretly killed by him and replaced by outer disciples who had long been cultivated by him as confidants.

In this link, the most tricky part is how to transfer the three Dharma protectors except Ling Tengyun from the four major protectors.

These three people were all cultivated by Ling Pengfei himself, and they were also loyal to this Blood Sword Sect master.

And he took advantage of their loyalty.

He first spread the rumor that there was a healing elixir somewhere thousands of miles away, and then deliberately sent ten disciples from the peak of the Dan Stage to fetch the medicine, and then quietly killed these ten disciples, creating the illusion that the disciples were killed when they snatched the elixir with others, and finally led the three out together.