Ling Duanshang did not speak anymore. Yue Ling'er knew his temperament and did not ask again.

Faced with the fierce tricks from both sides, Ling Tiancheng also frowned slightly, threw Wu Xian away directly, looked at Ou Fengqiao and sighed: "Old guy, just retreat, I won't make things difficult for you!"

Unexpectedly, Ling Tiancheng, who seemed to be forced into a dead end at this time, would say this, but Ou Fengqiao would naturally not be stupid enough to think that Ling Tiancheng was showing weakness, because in his memory, Ling Tiancheng had never given up once.

"Don't worry, I will hand over your corpse to Feiyan myself!"

The meaning of Ou Fengqiao has been expressed very clearly. He will never retreat from his plan this time, not to mention that no matter how much he looks at them, they are at the point of victory.

After the words came, Ou Fengqiao raised his hand and slapped several balls of purple yang palm power, and the ten fire yangzi were also hidden in the fire ball by him. The six fire balls blasted towards Ling Tiancheng from six angles.

"Ling Tiancheng, your death is today!" A shout came from mid-air, but Wu Xian raised his hand and slashed at Ling Tiancheng. The palm had turned red. A layer of palm shadow outside his hand was one meter in circle. A fog shot out from the palm shadow, and it fell to the ground and corroded potholes.

"Full the clouds...Yun Destroy!" With a loud shout, Wu Xian suddenly pressed down with a palm.

However, at this moment, Ling Tiancheng snorted coldly, took a rather strange step under his feet, and took two steps in an instant. After two steps, his whole person disappeared as if evaporated. Wherever he landed, there was a broken pit, and a stone stimulated by huge force was bombarding into the air...

Wu Xian was surprised because he found that the moment Ling Tiancheng disappeared had appeared in front of him. At this time, his palm had just slapped. He was about to urge his true energy to let the palm fall on the other party, but... it was too late!

Wu Xian saw a flash of eyes, and an unprecedented sense of crisis suddenly appeared in his heart. This moment made his hair stand up all over his body. The scenery in front of him slowed down. He saw the beating stone, Ling Tiancheng's robe, the cold light in his eyes, and the fingers that were pointing to his forehead.

"Bang!" Wu Xian had only had time to open his mouth wide, and he didn't even make a sound. He immediately fell to the ground like a rag pocket, motionless. His eyes were wide open, and a tiny-long wound in the middle of his forehead oozed out of blood. Although the wound was shallow, it was already shattered by the chaotic sword energy. In just one breath, strands of blood flowed out from his seven orifices.

The stone fell to the ground at the same time, but its landing announced the fall of a generation of top masters.

"He actually killed the Wuxian with one sword?" In the stands, Gou Zihua's face turned pale. He knew that Ling Tiancheng's martial arts were amazing. He never thought that he was so powerful. Even if the Wuxian, who was the most powerful master, was not his enemy even if he surrendered three tiger power pills!

In the air, Ling Tiancheng stepped on his feet and stepped on the void. However, the air under his feet twisted a ripples visible to the naked eye. Then he turned into a gray shadow and flashed out again. At the same time, a violent explosion came from behind him, and circles of ripples of vibrating air swept out. Ling Duanshang and five masters from the Tianwu Realm under the high platform were pushed back several steps by the impact.

The Oufeng Bridge was hit by the wind blowing open by the breeze of Huo Yangzi, and his hair and beard were flying, but as a top master, he did not take a step back. He looked at the figure jumping down from the air and suddenly slapped his chest with his palms.

"Secret technique, burning Yang Fire!"

I saw Ou Fengqiao's throat bulging high, and then he opened his mouth and a bunch of purple air shot out. When the air was encountered, it turned into a bunch of purple flames that shone towards Ling Tiancheng.

"What a powerful secret technique!" Yue Ling'er murmured. The secret technique that can be praised by her demon beast in the Demon Pill stage is obviously the power of the "Fired Yang Fire" of Oufeng Bridge is quite extraordinary.

"Diewave!" A wave transformed from a stack of sword light was sprinkled in the air. When the purple fire was met, the two objects intersected and heard the sound of water and fire blending. However, after a blink of an eye, the sword light was obviously better. The wave transformed enveloped the fire, and the power of the stacked waves disappeared invisibly.

A figure fell down, and Ou Fengqiao felt a chill in his neck. A finger with a cold and cold look like gold and iron had already pressed against his neck. He had no doubt at all. With just one move of this finger, his head that had been hated for fifty-four years would be separated from his body that had lived for seventy-six years.

"Why didn't you kill me? Ling Tiancheng, point it with your sword!" Ou Fengqiao glared at the burly and vicissitudes of the figure ahead and roared.

Ling Tiancheng did not speak, but the fingers pressing against Ou Fengqiao's neck trembled slightly. Then, he put down his arm and sighed, "You go!" After all, he felt that he owed him. Even if he was really murderous intent to him, he would not be able to fall into this sword anyway.

"Haha..." A burst of laughter suddenly came. Ou Fengqiao raised his head and looked at the sky. His laughter seemed unwilling to accept it, as if he was mocking himself, "Nothing is gone! I have nothing left! I didn't expect that I was silent in the Ziyang Sect for so many years, and in the end I will never be your opponent!" Ou Fengqiao's eyes fell and he stared at Ling Tiancheng. His pupils were full of complexity, and he was crying for a moment.

In fact, this time the plan to eliminate the Ling family was proposed by Ou Fengqiao after finding Gou Zihua. One person had a grudge against his wife, the other was ambitious, and the two hit it off immediately, and even invited Wu Xian and Hu Guodong who were resentful to Ling Tiancheng, and finally a cultivator helped him. I thought Ling Tiancheng would die today, but I didn't know that the plan that had been resentful for decades, but in the end, the plan that had been planned for a long time was in vain.

Ou Fengqiao's eyes moved left and right in his eye sockets, and suddenly frozen on Ling Duanshang's body. A strange smile suddenly appeared on the crazy old face. In an instant, the true energy around him burned like flames, and wisps of white smoke rose from the pores all over his body.

"Ziyang Body Burning Technique?" Ling Tiancheng shouted with wide eyes, but when he finished speaking, a little bit under Ou Fengqiao's feet, and his whole body rushed behind him like a ray of flame. At the same time, a burst of laughter came from his ears: "I will want you to suffer even if I die!"

Ling Duanshang's heart was beating wildly, and a fierce murderous aura in front of him rushed towards him like a crazy monster. The speed was so fast that he could not see clearly at all. He could only see the indescribable murderous aura with his natural sensitivity to the killing aura.

The "Ziyang Body Burning Technique" is a forbidden method of the Ziyang Sect. Only warriors with fire attributes can use it. It is a secret technique that revolves around the flow of true qi and obtains powerful power in a short period of time. Ou Fengqiao's strength at this time has tripled compared to before. Of course, the final result of using this secret technique must be that the meridians cannot withstand the heat of the ** and break. If the warrior himself is immortal, he will paralyze sentient beings into completely useless people.

The Oufeng Bridge, whose strength has instantly increased, was naturally not something Ling Tiancheng could stop in a short time. The former swung past him and rushed towards Ling Duanshang...
Chapter completed!