Chapter 2521： Heroes

In the air, Ling Xianxing's eyes narrowed, and the intention of killing was stunned.

Not only to the elderly in white, but also to the men in purple.

If it wasn't for this humanity that broke his identity, he could leave calmly, wouldn't he not kill himself?

"Since you don't know what to do, don't blame me for being ruthless."

Ling Xian's eyes were cold and cold, a clear air emerged, condensed into two incarnations, and appeared spooky in front of the man in purple.

boom!

Emperor's fist turned empty, God's hand split into the sky, and the two taboo methods came out, smashing the man in purple into slag.

This made the rest of the hall tremble. Fortunately, the man in the purple clothing took the lead and said that he was the Lingxian. Otherwise, they would be dead.

"It is indeed the Tianjiao who beheaded the son of the Yu tribe, and it was really strong."

The old man in white took a deep look at Ling Xian and said, "However, even if you are late in the sacred realm, you still don't want to leave today."

Hearing, Ling Xianxing looked for a moment, but said nothing.

The old man in white is not a concern. The trouble is the strong man in the whole secret.

As long as the old man in white shouted, everyone in the mysterious realm would know his identity, and even if he was the king who swept the same rank, he couldn't bear it.

"Originally, I was going to take your life in exchange for a reward. Now it seems that a few of us can't kill you." The old man in white regretted.

The same goes for the few people behind him.

Although unwilling to admit it, the fact is that the seven of them joined forces to fight Ling Xian. How could he beheaded?

"The implication is to break my identity?" Ling Xian's eyes were deep, and the two great powers of the flood and fortune were working, such as the gods awakening and swallowing the heavens and earth.

"Smart, you are too strong, I can only unite more people."

The old man in white sighed, running mana, and said loudly, "Lingxian is here. Those who want to take their first level, come here!"

The voice spread a hundred miles, the earth moved, and the whole secret people heard this sentence.

Suddenly, all the gods came to the sky, there were eighth realm, and there was ninth realm.

The moment these people appeared, they surrounded Lingxian with excitement.

Lingxian is the main enemy of the main battle faction. Even if she only assists in the killing, she can get rich rewards!

"It's been." Meng Yun's face sank, making it difficult to hide her worry.

Ling Xian's expression also dignified.

Although there are only more than thirty strong men in the ninth realm, there are four or five strong men in the late sacred realm, and all have deep roots. Even if Ling Xian is the king who swept the same rank, it is difficult to parry.

"Trouble," Ling Xian sighed, "You leave first, leave me alone."

"If I leave you, Shizu will not let me go." Meng Yun smiled bitterly.

"Anyway, Madam will understand."

"Hurry off, you stay, it will only drag me down." Ling Xian sighed, not wanting to affect Meng Yun.

"I can show my identity." Meng Yun frowned, trying to deter everyone with her background.

"It's useless, my head is too valuable, and the background of the sky, they will not retreat." Ling Xian shook her head. If these people do not know his identity, they can be deterred.

But knowing it, it is impossible to let him go anyway.

"Okay, I'm leaving." Meng Yun sighed. Although she did not want to admit it, Ling Xian was right. With her strength, she would indeed become a burden.

At the moment, she stretched herself and wanted to leave the secret.

However, stopped by the elderly in white.

He joked: "Little girl, since you are with him, you should die together."

"The one from Huangquangu is her ancestor. You take care of yourself." Ling Xian said lightly, letting the old man in white look frozen and regretted.

If he had known that Meng Yun was from Huang Quangu, he would never stop.

"Your goal is only me. There is no need to leave her and provoke Huangquan Valley." Ling Xian glanced at the old man in white and said, "Let her go."

Upon hearing that, the old man in white snorted and stopped blocking.

The others did not mean to shoot.

Their goal is only Lingxian. Naturally, they won't mess with Huangquan Valley for someone who doesn't want to do it.

"I have heard of your name for a long time. I saw it today, and it really is a well-deserved name."

"If you don't say anything, just talking about this solitary pair of heroes, the calmness of the face will make people heartbroken." A middle-aged man spoke, Ying Wurudi, domineering.

He is one of the strongest here, only half a step away from the Supreme, and his foundation is only one point worse than Ling Xian.

"you flatter me."

Ling Xian's expression was calm, Xingmu looked around the audience, and finally settled on the middle-aged man, saying, "I'm curious about one thing."

"What is it?" The middle-aged man was interested.

"I only have one skull. How can I divide so many people?" Ling Xian smiled slightly, as if she was not talking about her own skull.

"That doesn't make you bother."

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "I want to wait for this to separate me, but I'm a little delusional."

"I haven't thought about alienating you, just curious, my head is worth geometry." Ling Xian smiled slightly. Even in the crisis, he was still at ease.

"The person who takes off the skull will get a drop of true blood of the ancestor. If the talent is extremely high, he can enter the door of the ancestor."

"To assist the killer, get a drop of blood from the close, plus 100 million spirit stones."

The middle-aged man sighed, "Your life is worth more than a close man."

"There are more than thirty ninth-level monks here, all of whom are assisted in killing, and the main battle faction is going to bleed."

Ling Xian chuckled and said, "In order to prevent the main battle faction from bleeding, I decided to start the killing ring. Those who do not want to die, immediately retreat."

The words fell, he smiled, and the killing sentiment swept away.

This moved everyone in the audience, especially the eighth state monk, and was even more frightened.

"What about the killing ring?"

The middle-aged man looked indifferent and said, "I know you are strong, but today, you are in danger of escape."

"There are always a few backs."

Ling Xian's eyes were cold and she said, "I'm not a soft persimmon that anyone can handle. If you want to kill me, you must be prepared to be killed."

"Have you killed?"

The middle-aged man's expression turned cold, and said, "In the early days of entering the holy realm, monks are not allowed to interfere in this battle."

It was said that although the monks were unwilling at the beginning of entering the holy realm, due to the strength of the middle-aged men, they receded.

"In my opinion, the monk should also retreat in the middle of entering the holy realm." Ling Xian said lightly, not his arrogance, except for the few strong men in the late holy realm, the others could not stop his edge.

"Crazy!" The old man in white yelled. He was a monk in the middle of the sacred realm, so he felt insulted by Ling Xian.

"Is it arrogance? You'll know soon."

Ling Xian's expression was indifferent, her brows were patterned, and her eyes were full of light.

The next moment, the previous life manifested, mysterious and unpredictable.

At the same time, eight days of change emerged, dazzling with chaos and flowing bright light.

This shrank the pupils of the audience, especially the middle-aged men.

Although Tianyan is not well-known in the sanctuary, everyone with knowledge knows Xeon Tianyan in the top ten.

The middle-aged man was a knowledgeable man, so he took a breath.

"Buried for three lives, save the world, you have two kinds of Xeontian eyes!"