Chapter 940

It was Wang Songyao, Zhuge Lingxi's master, who cried out.

As one of the most powerful elders of the immortal sword sect, Wang Songyao's ranking in the sect was not very high in the past, and his former status was also general.

But since he trained Zhuge Lingxi, the new generation leader of the clan, his position has risen rapidly.

It is no exaggeration to say that Zhuge Lingxi is Wang Songyao's thigh.

Holding his apprentice's thigh tightly, his position in the immortal sword sect will only get higher and higher.

Wang Songyao's ambition has been growing and expanding. He hopes that one day Zhuge Lingxi will become the leader of the immortal sword sect, and then he will be as aloof as the current elder Lu Jichen, overlooking the whole immortal sword sect.

But all this, in Merlin's one sword swing, turned into nothing.

"My apprentice..."

Wang Songyao cried on the spot: "pain, I also."

Almost fainted on the spot.

There was sympathy for him.

The martial arts world is just like the mortal world. The mortals raise their children to guard against the old, and the martial arts believers guard against the old.

For elder Wang Songyao, the death of Zhuge Lingxi is no different from the death of his son.

But this is the world of martial arts.

Cruel and real.

Whew.

Wang Songyao turned into a sword light and fell on the Jianfeng mountain.

He held Zhuge Lingxi and watched his beloved die in his arms. At last, his pupils dilated and his breath disappeared, and his last hope was broken.

Bang.

He left the body of Zhuge Lingxi aside.

Such as discarding a worthless object.

"Boy, you are so cruel."

He stared maliciously at Merlin, like a snake of choice.

"All traitors, die."

Merlin held the sword in her left hand and looked calm.

"You are a waste. You have no future. Why did you kill my apprentice..."

Wang Songyao draws his sword, and his mysterious Qi drives him to the peak, showing his powerful power. He is also worthy of being an elder of the immortal sword sect. The green gray immortal Qi seems to be a flame of different colors, which encircles him and forms a pillar of light rising from the sky.

"I'll kill you."

He used his fighting skills and rushed quickly.

Merlin didn't speak, but he also wielded his sword.

The sword sounded.

The sound of the wind again.

The huge blue light of the sword flashed in the void and swept over the peak.

Wang Songyao's body kept a forward posture, stiff in the middle.

Bang.

The sword fell.

Bang.

The powerful elder of the immortal sword sect burst into blood and bones.

It's another second.

Two wins in a row.

Countless unbelievable eyes, staring at the one armed young man in black on Jianfeng.

It turned out that he didn't come to die.

It turned out that he was here for revenge.

It's also to prove your sword.

He did.

The two swords of "listen to the wind" just now have proved everything.

Even in the hearts of all the strong Kendo players, there is another absurd phenomenon

Idea: Merlin, who lost his right arm, is stronger.

"Next?"

Meilin's sword still points to the hanging pumice of the immortal sword clan.

The strong men of the immortal sword sect have changed their colors.

Even the supreme elder Lu forgets the dust, also suddenly changes color.

The rising stars around the wind thunder sword clan, these two swords, can be said to be immortal sword clan's face, are almost swollen.

Especially during this period of time, the news that Meilin was maimed by the immortal sword sect because it used the scattered swordsmen as cannon fodder and deliberately did not rescue Meilin continued to ferment and spread in Baiyun City, which made Meilin, who appeared as the victim, have a more vigorous momentum of the king's return.

Momentum is already gathering.

It seems that after the arm was broken, the young man's mood and sword spirit broke through.

This kind of qualification is too terrible.

If we don't get rid of it, we will have a great trouble.

Lu forgets the dust in the heart, the murderous spirit explodes overflows.

"Elder, let me do it."

"Please show me that I will go and kill the thief."

The elders of the immortal sword sect around them recovered from the shock and all of them angrily offered their hand.

"No

Lu forgets the dust three meters high huge body, slowly stands up from the seat, the way: "this seat personally hands."

What about genius?

What about mood breakthrough?

If you stand on Jianfeng, you have to accept the challenge and die.

The shoulder moved slightly.

Lu forgets the dust huge body, already appeared on the discussion sword peak.

Almost at the same time, the force field of heaven and man at the peak of level 7 diffused in an instant, completely enveloping the top of the whole lunjian peak.

The terrible gas engine completely locked the space within ten meters around Merlin.

There's no room for Merlin to admit defeat.

LV forgets the dust direct hand.

And a hand is his skill of heaven and man.

With hundreds of years of fighting experience, powerful innate mysterious Qi and the strongest fighting skills

How terrible is such a blow?

No one dares to imagine before LV forgets the dust.

After LV forgets the dust hand, all people already shudder.

And as an enemy, in the face of such a blow to destroy the sky and the earth, how long can we hold on to it?

Before Merlin did it, everyone thought it was a moment.

After Merlin's attack, everyone realized that such a blow was not invincible.

Merlin stood still, thrusting her blue sword into the rock under her feet.

Then the backhand pulls out another sword behind it.

Thunder sword.

Purple thunder sword.

The bright purple sword is like the sunrise at the end of the darkest dawn and the light at the horizon, which makes people dare not look at it.

In the cloudless clear sky, the thunder was rolling in an instant.

It's an instant thunderbolt.

He raised his hand and cut it with a sword.

It's as if the gods separate the waves, as if the demons split the earth.

This sword cuts away Lu's most powerful skill of heaven and man.

Then, he cut off Lu's giant body.

Then, break the air

Cut it out, cut a scar like trace in the void, and split all the mountains and rocks within 3000 meters to the west of lunjian peak

The world is lonely.

The thunder died down.

Merlin gasped.

On his left arm, the visible bloodstains opened, and the blood gurgled and dyed his black clothes red.

He is very difficult to have completely dull thunder sword back into the scabbard.

Then he held the wind sword in his hand.

"Next."

He raised his sword again and pointed to the hanging pumice of the immortal sword clan.

This time, however, the elders of the immortal sword sect, who had been filled with righteous indignation and clamoring for revenge for Zhuge Lingxi, were all silent and did not dare to look at the young man in black.

Lu's death was like a thunderbolt, which let their anger dissipate and their fighting spirit annihilate.

That Meilin continued to challenge, but no one dared to fight.

Finally, under the announcement of the tool man Tan Congyuan, the sword debate ended with the victory of Fenglei sword clan.

No one thought of the result.

The clan level and strength of the immortal sword clan are higher than those of the Fenglei sword clan.

Before the war, almost everyone was optimistic about the immortal sword clan.

As a result, the sword clan was almost destroyed.

And it's a recognized loser.

After Lin Beichen's eyes stare at the dog for a while, he suddenly feels that the melon seeds in his hand are not fragrant.

He smashed all the melon seeds on the ground, patted his thigh, and scolded: "this dog not only robbed my script, but also added a lot of drama to himself... It's really hateful, and it's too forced. Does a supporting actor want to go against the sky? I can't bear it. I can't bear it. "

The limelight can only belong to Lin Beichen.

You can't rob.

Lin Beichen has already begun to conceive how to get angry on lunjian peak.

And tool man Tan Congyuan also timely announced the two sides of the next sword debate.

It is Wen Xiang Jian Fu and Ziyang Jian Zong

Xuanming, the descendant of Ziyang sword sect, can't wait to appear on lunjianfeng.

"Oh, ha ha ha, here comes the chance."

Lin Beichen laughs.

However, in order to have time to do it, Yan Ruyu has already advanced a step and landed on the discussion of Jianfeng.

"Woman, you..."

Lin Beichen is a great man.

"Your attitude at this time is not suitable for shooting."

"To talk about swords is not to show off."

"What's more, since I'm a member of the 'Wenxiang sword mansion' team, I'm the only one who's in the 'Wenxiang sword mansion'. I can't stop fighting all at once."

Yan Ruyu's voice fell in Lin Beichen's ear.

Lin had to give up.

On Jianfeng, the battle soon began.

After all, Yan Ruyu is a well-known player. After a fierce battle, she finally defeated the younger generation xuanming of ziqitianren and made a good start for Wenxiang sword house.

Xuanming walked out with a dead face.

And Yan Ruyu left Lun Jianfeng without any hesitation.

"Next, it's your show time."

She went back to the floating pumice seat of "Wen Xiang Jian Fu" and said, "how about it? Do you think I'm a loser? "

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