In the clouds, the old man was first shocked by Ling Feng's actions, and then couldn't stop appreciating it.

"Now that you are the head of the faction, you don't have to bow this way with me. ”

Ling Feng stood up straight, his sleeves were swinging without wind, his face was not as casual as the old man, and said: "The seniors were kind to me in the past, no matter what position Ling Feng is in, this gift can be accepted by the seniors." ”

The old man's name is Chu Xingyun, he is a Divine Seal King Realm who became famous earlier in the Heavenly Spirit Empire, in the past, when Ling Feng was an ordinary disciple of the Northern Xuanmen, he had been taken care of several times by him, and now Ling Feng is no longer an unknown disciple, but has become the master of the Northern Xuanmen, but he has not forgotten the kindness of the past.

Glancing at Qin Ke on the Douling Platform, Chu Xingyun said with a calm face: "Back then, the Northern Xuanmen paid a great price to save your sister, and now, you are the master of the Northern Xuanmen, have you really thought about the consequences?"

"Seniors don't need to say much, the little sister has been trapped for a hundred years and it is difficult to get out of the mountain, no matter what, I won't let you take him away, otherwise I will be speechless to explain to the little sister. The silver light flashed in Ling Feng's hand, and a long sword was held in his hand, and he said, "Please also ask the senior to draw the sword." ”

Yinhui, ranked thirteenth on the Douling List, on the Lingslash Continent, the Douling List is the representative of strength, generation after generation of Tianjiao continue to appear on the Lingslash Continent, although not all Tianjiao are willing to engrave their names on the Douling List, but those who can leave their names on the Douling List are certain Tianjiao.

Looking at the slashing spirit in Ling Feng's hand, Chu Xingyun's eyes shimmered, time was in a hurry, who would have thought that the kid who was still kneeling under him in the past would have such a prestige a hundred years later, Yinhui, the thirteenth on the Dou Ling List, who in the world didn't know its name.

The clouds and mist around him were churning, the clouds were condensed in Chu Xingyun's hand, his slashing spirit, called the lark, was half a knife and half a sword, and the first half of the slashing spirit was a sword, and in the middle of the sword body, the arc of the knife suddenly came out until it was gripped.

Chu Xingyun became famous hundreds of years earlier than Ling Feng, but the name of the lark only appeared once at the end of the Dou Ling List, and in his later life, he wanted to see how strong Ling Feng was now, and how powerful Yinhui, who ranked thirteenth on the Dou Ling List.

Chu Xingyun waved his arm, the lark rolled up the clouds and mist and churned, with the churning of the clouds, a cloud dragon seemed to be an endless roar, raising the proud dragon head, the thunder rolled in the clouds, and the dragon turned into clouds and mist rose against the wind, opening its huge mouth towards Ling Feng.

With the condensation of clouds and mist, the sky suddenly became very gloomy, but no matter how the celestial phenomena changed, it was a matter for Chu Xingyun and Ling Feng, as long as the two of them did not distinguish the winner or loser, then the struggle below would not stop.

At this time, Zhou Baichuan was about to force Hotaru Jiu out of the Douling Stage, compared with the previous vigor, Hotaru Jiu at this time looked very down, most of the clothes on his graceful body had been torn apart, and the snow-white body was faintly visible, and more than ten blood marks were particularly dazzling on the snow-white body, and there was a wound more than a foot long on Hotaru Jiu's face that was constantly bleeding.

"Zhou Baichuan, my mother fought with you. "The Spirit Slashing Wind Sand and Zhou Baichuan's cold front met again, and Hotaru Jiu's face was full of anger, and the wound on his cheek looked extremely hideous.

The twenty-one darts condensed into the spirit slashing sword instantly jumped away, turning into the spirit sand again, at this time Hotaru Jiu and Zhou Baichuan were all within easy reach, through the spirit slashing sand, Zhou Baichuan saw the corner of Hotaru Jiu's mouth slowly raised.

"The spirit is changed, and the sand is buried. ”

Twenty-one yellow mangs flickered slightly, and with each flicker of light, the number of wind and sand doubled, and in just one breath, the spirit slaying wind and sand had increased to hundreds.

Raising his blood-stained right hand, Hotaru Jiu glanced at Zhou Baichuan fiercely, and said fiercely, "Go die." ”

With a fist in his right hand, hundreds of rays of light shot towards Zhou Baichuan.

At the moment when hundreds of rays of light lit up, the cold blade sword instantly lit up with blue light.

The spirit sand fell like a torrential rain, and the sound of jingling clanging continued on the Douling Platform for a long time, until the last yellow light fell, Zhou Baichuan's figure had disappeared on the Douling Platform, and his location had become a thorn ball made of darts.

"Haha~!"

Looking at the huge thorn ball, Hotaru Jiu laughed heartily, and then her gaze fell on Qin Ke again.

One step, two steps, Hotaru Jiu walked towards Qin Ke, as long as she caught Qin Ke, then everything was over.

However, just as Hotaru had just taken the third step, and the smile on his face had not faded, a dazzling blue light overflowed from the deepest part of the thorn ball condensed by the Spirit Slashing Wind Sand.

With the overflow of the blue mang, the cold aura instantly spread on the Douling platform, and pieces of darts were wrapped in ice and fell one after another, and then Zhou Baichuan's figure walked out of the broken thorn ball.

In Hotaru Jiu's surprised gaze, Zhou Baichuan didn't look at her for the first time, but slowly raised his head, and the next moment, Qin Qingtian's figure disappeared, and the blue light turned into a huge blue shark, which suddenly appeared in the air.

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Slash the soul two changes.

This is the second change of the green fin, Qin Ke raised his head and looked at the figure hidden in the blue shark, he knew that this was Qin Qingtian desperate.

Suddenly, Qin Ke felt that someone was pulling him, and when he turned around, Zimeng's figure quietly appeared beside him.

"Come with me. ”

Qin Ke's face changed, he broke free of Zimeng's palm, and said stubbornly: "I won't leave." ”

"Do you want your grandfather to die without turning a blind eye?"

Zi Meng pulled Qin Ke's face and looked at him, with a look of hatred on his face.

Two lines of tears crossed his cheeks, Qin Ke knew that all this was Qin Qingtian's arrangement, but it was his grandfather, the grandfather who grew up with him.

Zi Meng's eyes showed a trace of unbearability, but at this time, she couldn't hesitate at all, so she grabbed Qin Ke and left.

Finally, he glanced at the sky, tears had already covered Qin Ke's eyes, and he could only see a ball of blue light, which became dazzling, and then dazzling.

Zimeng's movements were fast, and when the figures of the two of them disappeared, Madman Li also left the observation deck with Han Jingtian and Sun Qingyu.

Qin Qingtian, who was hidden in the blue light, watched Qin Ke leave, his old face showed a hint of relief, and when he turned his head, he couldn't see any light, and Fang Ji's figure was reflected in his pupils.

The blue light became even brighter, and the ten green rays around Qin Qingtian disappeared in an instant, and the next moment, a blue starlight lit up beside him.

The faint blue light was inconspicuous in the blue light, but as the blue light disappeared, the blue light instantly surged, and the blue shark body transformed by the blue light shrouded the entire Douling Altar in it.

Qin Qingtian's figure shook slightly, at this time he had reached the last moment when he ran out of oil and dried up.

"Old man, help me fulfill my wish. ”

Qingfin's spirit body appeared in front of Qin Qingtian, looking at Qin Qingtian's dying life, Qingfin's spirit body disappeared again.

The blue shark in the sky slowly raised its head, and the figure of Qin Qingtian in the blue shark had already fallen, but the cyan light did not dissipate, carrying this Qin Qingtian's body, and the roar resounded through the sky.