Chapter 327, Sword and Sword, Ling Feng

A nameless karma fire burned in his heart. How could they stand such contempt for the blood spirit who had just enjoyed the careful service of many sects in the snowy mountains? However, the disciples of Lingxiao Sword Pavilion did not feel that they had insulted the blood monks in front of them, or they took it for granted that they were a Grade A spiritual place. Inside, it is reasonable for the disciples of Lingxiao Sword Pavilion to despise the family power in a second-level spiritual land.

This forms a fundamental contradiction that cannot be reconciled between the two sides. It monopolizes a second-class spiritual land with rich resources. The blood and soul practitioners do not feel that they are much worse than the sect disciples in the first-class spiritual land. After all, although the first-class spiritual land is good, it is often loaded with more than a large number of sect families.

He was not interested in wasting time on the Lingxiao monk in front of him, nor in giving psychological counseling to the elite monks in the Bloody Mountains. After the Lingxiao Sword Pavilion master's words, Zhu Peng turned around and seemed to want to turn back, and his behavior also made the rather thick-hearted master a little relieved, but he didn't wait for him. After this breath, the blazing strong light and metamagnetism had stabbed his eyes.

The blazing fire, dazzling lightning, endless high heat and electric jump are like a real thunder and fire sun rising from the ground plane, and the infinite gas machine and light have also become the last thing that Lingxiao master sees at a glance in this life.

"Who can tell me what's going on?" In the deep words, there is endless anger like magma. In the place where the power of our sect is shrouded, more than 20 disciples have died. Moreover, until now, you haven't even touched one of your opponent's hair. What's the majesty of my Lingxiao Quanjian Pavilion? What's the use of the sect to feed you?

Roaring, furious, like the flame in the depths of the earth after accumulating enough strength, suddenly broke out. Ling Feng, the contemporary disciple of Lingxiao Sword Pavilion, has been extremely angry at this moment. His sky-blue suit and silk brocade clothes, in addition to wearing a simple sword at his waist, his whole body is like hundreds of years ago. An ordinary rich man in the mortal world even wears a rich and luxurious taste.

It's just that no one can ignore his pair of slender Baizhe palms, except for his slightly thick wrists, this pair of palms simply have a jade-like transparent smell, which is completely different from ordinary things. Lingxiao Sword Pavilion is a side branch of the Shushan Sword School, the holy land of sword immortals. This sect is undoubtedly good at using swords. Although they dare not call themselves "sword cultivation" and can only call themselves "sword cultivation", but in the whole northern practice world, Lingxiao Sword Pavilion can actually be regarded as half of the face of Shushanmen. They are the representative sword monks in the north.

Especially the young man in front of him who is like a rich man, his swordsmanship and talent have even been nodded and praised by the sword master of Shushan: "A hundred years later, maybe you are qualified to take my sword..."

Don't think this is an insult. If an ordinary monk says this to the eldest brother of Lingxiao Sword Pavilion, it is naturally an insult. But if the other party is the sword master of Shushan, recognized as the strongest swordsman in the world, and the most orthodox leader of kendo, then this sentence is definitely not an insult, but an honor and an encouragement. Sexual appreciation.

Ling Feng's people and swords did not live up to the personal comments of the sword master of Shushan. Although he is nearly 30 years old and only has a seven-level cultivation of refining gas, he has never been defeated by any monk under the ninth level of refining gas, even if it is not because of his cultivation and skill. Bound, countless disciples of Lingxiao Sword Pavilion believe that their elder brother has the qualification to leap over the level to challenge the ninth level of gas refining when refining the eighth level of gas, and the strong combat power is one of the representative abilities of ancient sword practitioners.

In the face of such a figure, it can even be said that Ling Feng, the future master of Lingxiao Sword Pavilion, roared and angered. The monks around him lowered their eyebrows and bowed their heads, and no one dared to defend a word.

It was not until Ling Feng himself eased from that extreme mood that a monk in charge of detective boldly came forward and said, "Big brother, according to our exploration, these 20 disciples of the sect died under a single fire and thunder. I'm afraid that the murderer's cultivation has reached the ninth level of gas refining. To the point of divine power, otherwise there would not be a situation of death and destruction under one blow. Moreover, the footsteps at the scene were very messy. Obviously, it was not just one person at that time, so I think it should be a high-level monk on the ninth floor of gas refining with his own servants or disciples. After being intercepted by the disciples of the sect, he was so angry that he killed them.

As he spoke, the monk approached the round dark pit in the field and even searched for a very small incomplete skeleton from it. The murderer monk is not only extremely domineering in his own practice, but also the accumulation of airway is also extremely rich. Under one blow, he is like the top of Mount Tai, so powerful that more than 20 sect disciples can't compete or even carry it. At present, the largest wreckage found is only the size of a person's little finger.

The more I heard it, the more I frowned. After waiting for a long time, I couldn't hear any result. Ling Feng suddenly interrupted the more and more excited Sect monk. "Can you tell me directly who killed them and in which direction they are now? These are the problems I really care about."

Speaking of this, the young man suddenly paused and then said, "You said that this matter should not be done by the fierce ghost sect. Those demon cubs are the best at the method of fire, and the true nature is also extremely domineering, which is very consistent with what you just said. Most importantly, they absolutely have a reason to take action against us. As he spoke, Ling Feng had clenched the scabbard in his hand. It seemed that he had gradually recognized his own thinking without waiting for the sect detector's answer.

"If I choose to kill, the first person I want to kill is you. Why do you have to take these useless knives? A small bone hammer with white bone texture suddenly smashed out, and the fierce flame wrapped around the small hammer and hit Ling Feng's left back.

"Choking" the pale blue cold light flash, the bone hammer was far short of the target, and it was split by the sword light shot out of Ling Feng's hand. The blazing fire was like a whirlpool in the air, frightencing the monks around the Lingxiao Sword Pavilion one after another. They couldn't help but not retreat. The flame of the fierce ghost heart sect was domineering, a It is extremely difficult to get rid of it. This is a well-known thing in the whole northern monk's world.

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