Linghu Heng, who saved the day with a little trick, was in a good mood, and couldn't help but sing all the way, as if he wanted to vent all the pride in his heart.

As everyone knows, he forgot that there is a saying called "happiness gives birth to sorrow", so carried away, after all, he will suffer a big loss. Sure enough, just when Linghu Heng was getting carried away all the way, there was a sudden sound of breaking the air, from far and near, and the speed was incomparable!

Ling Huheng had already suffered a loss, and he had been in a coma for more than ten days, how could he still be hit? Although he was not in a panic, he saw him tossing and turning in the air, and with a slight move, the attacking hidden weapon was dodged by him. It's a pity that although Ling Hu Heng hid beautifully, he still let the hidden weapon cut off the hairpin, and Ling Hu Heng's long hair, which was not short, suddenly fell down, and turned into a cloak and scattered, which was very wolf.

The secret weapon was so urgent that it flew away in the blink of an eye. Ling Hu Heng saw it really, but it was just a small flying knife, but it was such an ordinary flying knife, but it made a sound like a big knife breaking through the air, this cultivation made Ling Hu Heng palpitate for a while, if the flying knife was pierced on him, wouldn't there be an extra hole? Looking at the flying knife that flew away, it never landed, and disappeared in the blink of an eye, indicating that the strength attached to the flying knife was incredible, and Ling Hu Heng secretly smacked his tongue: "How much strength does this take?" Ling Hu Heng asked himself if he couldn't do it.

Someone attacked, so that Hu Heng naturally did not dare to fly forward, he stopped his figure, carefully observed everywhere, but did not find any figure, he couldn't help but sink in his heart, and secretly became vigilant. He said aloud: "Which hero stopped him?

As soon as he finished speaking, a heroic and old laugh rang out from the jungle below. The mountains can be heard: "The old man has not made a move with a flying knife in one hand for forty years, and as soon as he made a move, he was dodged, boy." You can't be a little patient, no wonder you can escape under Xiao Li's hands!"

Xiao Li is the current master of the Demon Gate, Ling Hu Heng naturally knows, but what happened to escape from Xiao Li's hands? Ling Hu Heng didn't understand, and couldn't help but ask, "Why do you say this?"

The heroic and old voice snorted coldly and said, "Xiao Li wants to wash the marrow and cut the bones with a pool of blood for his precious son, and he has no time to pay attention to you." But he sent three of his most elite troops, and it is also true that you escaped in his hands!"

Ling Hu Heng was suspicious: "Those crappy things are also elite?" This is not Ling Hu Heng arrogant, his feeling is like this. The cultivation of those three departments is only the leader of the three divisions, and it is only the early stage of the golden body, and the rest are even more uneven, and they are all connected to the Dan period. To be tactical, there is no tactic. If you want to cooperate or not, where is this elite? It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a rabble!

The heroic and old voice sighed, "If it weren't for the Heavenly Demon being trapped by your Ancient Sword Sect, why would the Holy Gate fall apart?"

Forty years ago, Ling Hu Heng also heard a little, but he didn't know it. But he was disdainful, and sneered: "Even if it doesn't fall apart, it's just that!"

The voice said angrily, "What are you talking about?!" With that, a figure suddenly burst out of the dense forest below. It's just that he came to Ling Huheng in the blink of an eye, and Ling Huheng didn't even have time to draw his sword. The man had already pointed his finger at Ling Hu Heng and shouted angrily, "You dare to say it again?"

Ling Hu Heng was intimidated by his momentum, and carefully looked at the person in front of him. I saw that the person who came was less than seven feet tall, full of white hair, and although he was in good spirits, anyone who didn't pay attention would think that he was just a bad old man. At this moment, he was furious, and his momentum was exuding, like an enraged lion, which was intimidating. It's just that Ling Hu Heng didn't buy it, and sneered: "If the Demon Gate is really so powerful, then why did Gu Jian Mountain fail miserably forty years ago, and even the Great Sun Heavenly Demon was imprisoned?" Ling Hu Heng knew that this old man was clearly a person from the Demon Gate, and looking at his posture, Ling Hu Heng could be sure that he was following the deployment of the Great Sun Heavenly Demon. Combined with his cultivation, he couldn't even see through Ling Hu Heng's different pupils, which showed that it was not only above the distraction period, but also potentially higher. Others can't see that the cultivation is higher than their own, but Ling Hu Heng can, this is all because Ling Hu Heng's different pupils can see through the cultivation that is one stage higher than himself, but at this moment, his eyes are hazy, isn't it the distraction period? This shows that this old man is not simple, but Ling Hu Heng can use his pride, maybe he can turn around.

The old man was really fooled, and said angrily: "Boy, what do you know, if not, if it weren't for the old bull's nose to control the Heavenly Demon with all his body's essence and blood, the Heavenly Demon would have been defeated under his hands?"

At this moment, the sky was already bright, Ling Hu Heng saw the old man's expression clearly, looking at him blowing his beard and glaring, Ling Hu Heng felt funny in his heart, but he couldn't laugh, after all, his cultivation was too high, and he couldn't run away, so he could only use words to squeeze it.

Ling Huheng made up his mind and continued to say disdainfully: "Say a thousand ways and ten thousand, you are still defeated, how dare your subordinates speak up?"

The old man was angry again, and just wanted to open his mouth to fight back, but he didn't know what he thought, and suddenly laughed loudly: "Okay, you kid, you almost caught your way, don't you just want to find out the old man's intentions?"

Ling Huheng was seen through his thoughts, and said without blushing and heartbeating: "I'm just talking about things!" There was a pity in his heart: "Although this old man is easy to be impulsive, he is not a stupid person, what should I do?"

The old man was overwhelmed, and he was tricked: "Hmph, it's okay for the old man to sue you kid, the old man was ordered by the demon gate to come to arrest you, if you kid knows each other, obediently tie up your hands, the old man easily tied you up and make a good deal; if you don't know each other, the old man beats you up and then ties you back!"

When Ling Hu Heng heard this, he let out a "groan" in his heart, and said secretly: "It's bad, I just came out of the tiger's den and entered the wolf's den, and I was really afraid of something!" But the loser does not lose the battle, Ling Hu Heng's stinky temper flare up at this moment, and he typically eats soft and not hard, and said: "Although my cultivation is not good, I also have arrogant bones, you old boy want to come and take me, just see the real chapter under your hands!"

The old man looked at Ling Huheng, who was a head taller than him, with a smile, and said, "Hey, if you are a member of the Demon Gate, with your temper, the old man will have to take you as an apprentice, and you will have a good appetite!

The old man scolded himself and brought Ling Hu Heng in, Ling Hu Heng wanted to laugh but couldn't, after all, the shape in front of him was not optimistic. The old man said to himself: "I'm afraid that your kid won't have a chance to do it with anyone in the future, so let's do it, the old man will let you make ten moves, if your kid touches the old man within ten moves, the old man will turn around and leave, how about it?"

Ling Hu Heng saw that the old man looked down on him, and thought hatefully in his heart: "You old boy is waiting to make a fool of yourself! Wufeng, wait for us to cooperate, so that this old boy can't eat and walk around!"

The sword spirit Wufeng was originally afraid that the world would not be chaotic, and when he heard Ling Hu Heng's order, he was naturally overjoyed: "Okay, look at the power of this sword spirit!"

Ling Huheng made up his mind and sneered: "Can you talk about it?"

The old man said angrily: "You go and inquire, when will the old man stop talking?"

Ling Huheng waited for this, a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and said, "This is what you said, I'm welcome!"

The old man said, "Who made you polite?" Before the words fell, Ling Huheng had already launched an offensive, and a move "Qinglian Zhongtong" was used, pointing directly at the old man's chest. The old man is also a person who knows the goods, as soon as the connoisseur makes a move, he knows if there is one, seeing this trick, the old man can't help but cheer: "Okay!" Seeing that Ling Huheng really had two brushes, the old man was also interested, put away the idea of hanging Erlangdang, and began to get serious.

Ling Hu Heng's skills are solid, and a set of "Ancient Sword Thirteen Styles" is extremely proficient, the old man naturally knows this set of swordsmanship, and a pair of small eyes can't help but show a hint of appreciation.

Ling Hu Heng didn't think twice, the "Thirteen Ancient Sword Styles" were mixed with the "Cuilan Sword Technique", and for a while, the sword shadow was huo, enveloping the old man's whole body. But that old man is really amazing, relying on his familiarity with the swordsmanship of the ancient sword school, he often dodges at the moment when he can't make a move, and he always has a mysterious smile on his face, which makes Hu Heng hate him in his heart, but the "Wufeng" fairy sword in his hand is always one or two inches behind to stab him.

Hu Heng was annoyed, and threw the "Wufeng" fairy sword with all his might, and as soon as the sword trick in his right hand was drawn, the "Wufeng" fairy sword was separated into three, and he galloped towards the old man in a real and illusory manner.

The old man had a playful smile in his eyes, turned around slightly, and dodged this move, but said, "Hey, the ninth move!"

Before the words fell, among the three fairy swords, a fairy sword suddenly turned a corner, and the old man was not on guard, a pair of fine eyes caught a glimpse of the scene that made his soul fly, and before he had time to curse, the figure sank down violently, hoping to avoid this mysterious stab!

It's a pity that the old man was still a beat slower, and the "Wufeng" fairy sword had already touched his clothes, and with a "hiss", his brocade robe was brought down by the "Wufeng" fairy sword. Seeing this scene, the old man's old face was as black as a pig's liver, and he reached out to grab the clothes that were torn off by the "Wufeng" fairy sword, and his face was calm, without saying a word.

Ling Hu Heng took a good time to take back the "Wufeng" fairy sword, and said nonchalantly: "Hey, old boy, I have conceded!"

The old man floated in the air, thinking about the extremely strange sword just now, and he didn't say a word for a long time. After a long time, he asked, "Boy, where did you learn this trick from when you learned this strange trick?"

Such a strange "move" can naturally only be "used" by the sword spirit without a blade, and it has nothing to do with Ling Huheng. However, Ling Hu Heng pretended to say: "It's okay to sue your old boy, I came up with this trick myself!"

Hearing this, the old man's eyes lit up, and he looked Ling Huheng up and down, with an expression of "you are very good, you are really good", which made Ling Huheng uncomfortable for a while, and couldn't help but think evil in his heart: "This old boy won't have anything to do with Longyang......, okay?

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