Chapter 1171： Holy lord

The sun rises to the east, with a touch of golden light.

Outside the fantasy forest, many powerful men stand proudly, each one looks like a sea of ​​deep waters, imposing. And on the far end, there are seven figures standing tall. They are either like the immortal Linchen, or if the emperor came to the world, all of them are magnificent and heroic.

Without exception, they are the top big men in Beiming, the lords of all major forces!

Therefore, Ling Xian's expression dignified, and felt the unbelievable strength of the seven people, and could not help but sigh.

Today, I am afraid of trouble.

Stealing the world is a bitter smile. Although she steals the magic, the technique of concentrating breath is even more mysterious. But wanting to slip away under the eyelids of the seven saints, no doubt people are dreaming.

What's more, she couldn't do it by letting her leave her life-saving benevolent and running away alone.

Therefore, after a long sigh, the bitterness on Qiao's face turned to firmness.

At this moment, there was an indifferent word in the clouds. Although it sounded flat, it naturally showed a sense of pride.

"You ... is Lingxian?"

The man speaking was a man in purple clothes. He sat on the white cloud, and looked down at Ling Xian with deep eyes, with great majesty.

He had long received a letter from his disciples, knowing that Ling Xian had a feathered butterfly, and he also knew his general appearance.

Therefore, he recognized Ling Xian at a glance.

"It's going to be difficult ..."

With a sigh, Lingxian's mouth was light, and he was not humble or arrogant: "It's right."

"Just admit it."

The man in purple clothes nodded gently, and said lightly, "I have heard of you and defeated the Tianjiao of the three brothers Tang Tian, ​​Tsing Yi Jianjun, and the Meng family."

Hearing that Ling Xian was silent and never spoke.

Knowing his record also means knowing that he has a feathered butterfly, which is not something to be happy about.

"Well."

In the clouds, a sturdy, muscular man opened his mouth coldly, and his eagle eyes looked down at Ling Xian, and said, "Give up the feathered butterfly and your sword."

The voice dropped, Ling Xian frowned suddenly.

He knew that these people came for the Feathered Butterfly, but he did not expect that this healthy man was so direct and still in that imperative tone.

This is probably too overbearing, so Ling Xian is very displeased and said coldly: "It is difficult to obey."

"Ok?"

The Jianshuo man raised his eyebrows, and immediately became furious, and the temperature around him became cold. He glanced at Ling Xian indifferently, and said, "I'll give you a chance and repeat."

Hearing that, Ling Xian smiled.

He knows whether this person changed his mouth, or put the feathered butterfly and the purple lotus fairy sword in his hands, but is he Ling Xian?

At the moment, he said faintly, and it was the resolute four words revealed in the plainness.

"I'm sorry to die."

The words fell, everyone took a breath, and looked towards Ling Xian with pity and a little respect.

The lord of the upper body has already made it clear that if Lingxian changed his mouth, there would be a way to live. If you do not change, there is only a dead end.

However, Ling Xian was outspoken and did not quit, which naturally caused everyone to shake it.

After all, this is a threat from a Lord!

Even the saints in the clouds were a little surprised, but more, it was fun.

They admire those who are proud, but are more willing to destroy them. Because they will have a great sense of accomplishment.

"interesting."

The Jianshuo man's mouth was raised, his eyes were sharp, and he looked directly at Ling Xian.

It was said that Ling Xian had been preempted by a middle-aged woman before she spoke.

She looked indifferent, and said lightly, "I am here, is your Wu King intimidating?"

"Luo Yuqing, do you want to fight?" Wu Wang frowned, fierce and perfunctory, soaring to the sky.

In this regard, Luo Yuqing was too lazy to pay attention, and turned her eyes to Lingxian.

Seeing this, Ling Xian smiled slightly, right when the ceremony.

However, when the Lord spoke, his smile narrowed.

"Give me the feathered butterfly and the sword, and I guarantee you to leave safely." Luo Yuqing said indifferently, as proud as a real phoenix, even the sky did not seem to be in her eyes.

This made Ling Xian conceal her smile and turned cold.

Originally, when he heard Luo Yuqing yelled at Queen Wu, he thought that a rationale had finally appeared. But now, he thinks wrong.

This girl is no different from King Wu!

"I don't want to repeat those four words, I can only say that the answer I gave you is the same as that of King Wu." Ling Xian's expression was cold, not humble.

"Bold!"

Luo Yuqing raised her eyebrows and did not let out the momentum, but gave Ling Xian a tremendous pressure.

However, how could he surrender because of his might?

"No one has dared to speak to me for so many years, and I advise you that you better recognize who is standing in front of you at this moment."

Luo Yuqing's eyes were cold and majestic, and her words were full of threats.

In this regard, Lingxian was not afraid.

He rose into the air, flew to the level where Luo Yuqing was, and then looked directly into her eyes, saying: "I know you are the Lord."

As he said, he turned his eyes to the other six saints in turn, and said, "I also know that you are saints. The purpose of this visit is for my feathered butterfly and purple sword."

"But what about that? Could it be that you would be able to yield me with just one sentence?"

Ling Xian stands proudly in the void. Although her status and strength are very different from those of the Lord, she has never been better than that!

This made the crowd shake again, all eyes gathered on him, with a little respect.

You know, these seven people are the top figures in Beiming Realm. If you change someone else, I'm afraid I can't even say a complete sentence.

However, how amazing is Lingxian to dare to confront them and reject them?

Regardless of the result, it is not unusual for a man to stand by simply saying that he has never flinched!

"Lingxian, you are so brave!"

Luo Yuqing's expression was gloomy. Since she came to the position of Lord, no one has dared to talk to her like this for many years, naturally it makes her angry.

The same is true of the other saints, and their deep eyes are chilling.

"You are not qualified to scold me!"

Ling Xian looked cold. He originally thought that there would be a sense of reason among these saints. Therefore, he chose to tolerate from the beginning, and there was no seizure.

But at this moment, he finally recognized the faces of these saints.

They came here for only one purpose, that is, to take away the feathered butterfly and the purple cymbal sword, and they still demanded it from the top!

What kind of overbearing is this? How shameless?

Therefore, Lingxian doesn't want to tolerate it, and the big deal is to break the net!

"A group of shameless people! As saints, they are of low moral character and forcibly solicit others' treasures!"

"Bullying the younger generations and forcing them into power. What kind of influence leaders are you? They are a group of despicable and robbers!"

"It's so shameful, I feel shame for your grandparents!"

Ling Xian was angry, and a sharp word came out of his mouth. Every time they fell down, everyone shook a point.

The seven saints were gloomy.