Shan Wuque already has a rough understanding of the cause of this conflict.
But Jian Zong had the right to do this in the first place, and with so many people watching, it was impossible for him to give in.
"Elder Ling, please take good care of your Wuhuaque disciples. They behave like local ruffians and are shameless!"
Shan Wukue took a deep breath, biting his lower lip, and the aura of the stars flashed around his body, resisting the pressure around Ling Zhan for the disciples of the Sword Sect behind him.
Ling Zhan looked around for a week. Standing there, the whole world seemed to be one with him, inexplicably fitting together.
Then there was a hint of sarcasm at the corner of her mouth, and Youyou said:
"What Fairy Shan said sounds nice, but I think this elder feels that your Sword Sect should be more restrained."
"What? You were lucky enough to get a good ranking in the Holy Land. Do you really think that your sect's strength has improved?"
"..."
Halfway through his words, he glanced at the Jian Sect disciples who were bowing their heads in silence and smiled casually:
"Also, is this the disciple of the Sword Sect that you, Fairy Shan, would rather break up with me, Wuhua Que, to protect?"
"Looking at them, they don't seem to appreciate your affection."
"Is it worth it for such a bunch of trash?"
"..."
When the disciples of the Sword Sect heard Ling Zhan's words, their eyes suddenly surged with anger.
He clenched his fists hard and raised his head to look at Ling Zhan. However, when he came into contact with his eyes, his whole body instantly fell into the ice cave, as if his soul was about to be torn apart. He froze immediately and was too scared to move.
Looking at the scene in front of him, Ling Zhan smiled playfully:
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, ever since Jian Zong lost the word "天下" in front of it, the whole backbone of Jian Zong has been completely sucked away."
"If Shangguan were still alive, what would his mentality be like when he saw this group of disciples who were not proud of sword cultivators?"
"..."
Ling Zhan narrowed his eyes at the Jian Sect disciple in front of him, his voice was calm, as if he was just stating a very common thing.
"This elder seems to still remember the sentence engraved on the white marble sword gate, 'The sword holder should do something he knows he cannot do'."
"The Eight Hundred Sword Immortals were buried under the Yellow Spring, and were buried in the Eight Hundred Swords Tomb of the Sword Sect. If the martyrs of your Sword Sect knew that their descendants were such cowards..."
"You don't feel guilty, I feel guilty for you!"
"..."
As soon as the words fell, the dust was thrown away heavily.
boom--
A strong air current passed through.
Shan Wuque's face turned pale, he bit his lip, braced himself and looked at the man in front of him with a stubborn look in his eyes.
Her hair was blown to pieces by the wild airflow, and under her eyelashes was a pair of clear colored glaze, which was only stained with a little confusion.
Sakura's lips opened slightly, and she tried her best to defend Jian Zong:
"No...no! You are talking nonsense!"
"The disciples of the Sword Sect are not who you say they are at all."
"You are confusing right and wrong and making nonsense. It is obvious that you are ignorant and unreasonable. You have gone too far to bully others!"
"..."
The fight on this side instantly attracted the monks from the entire Southern Capital City, and obviously became the most eye-catching place in the entire Southern Capital City.
Jian Zong and Wu Hua Que are two powerful super sects. There is a deep grudge between the two. Now that they are facing each other here, I am afraid there will be a good show.
Not far from this area, there is a pavilion. At this time, above the pavilion, there are two figures looking towards that direction.
There is a man and a woman, and the most eye-catching thing is naturally the woman. Although she is wearing a red veil, her eyes are so charming that they seem to be intentional or unintentional, and her charming face and smile are heart-stopping.
Her eyebrows are dark and dark, and her skin is as white as grease without the need for powder. She is wearing a bright red Luoyan skirt. The black skirt is slightly bifurcated to her knees, and her long, well-proportioned legs like mutton fat are looming.
The wind blew in gently, blowing the fine gauze on the face of the fish-red sleeves, and the country was captivated!
The two are Yu Hongxiu, the leader of the Xingyue Sect, and Tong Xiu, the elder of the Dao Sect.
"Master Yu, are you just looking at me like this?"
The middle-aged man opened his eyes and said calmly.
"Giggle."
Yu Hongxiu covered the corners of her mouth, smiled softly, twisted her mature and plump figure, and sat firmly on the table. She gently poured a cup of tea and said softly:
"Elder Tong, what, you want to help the Sword Sect?"
Tong Xiu closed his eyes and snorted coldly:
"Huh! This elder just can't stand the people of Wuhuaque who are still so domineering."
"Master Yu, if you hadn't taken action, Fairy Shan would have been seriously injured anyway. Wuhua Que's people have been plotting against the Sword Sect for a long time..."
The red lips of the fish-red sleeves opened slightly, and her charming eyes looked at the fluctuations not far away. She pursed her lips, as bright as a pill, and said playfully:
"Just wait a little longer..."
"Maybe someone will come."
Tong Xiu frowned and looked at her with confusion.
...
Mixed in the crowd of onlookers, an inconspicuous little beggar looked at the scene in front of him, looked at the old beggar somewhat strangely, and said:
"Laohua, it was obviously Wuhuaque who caused the problem first, why is it being said now as if it is a problem with the Sword Sect?"
"I do not understand."
Laohua shook his head, sat down on the spot, patted the open space next to him, and asked him to sit down, and then Youyou said:
"This is the cleverness of Elder Wuhuaque. He exposed his fault in an understatement, and then changed the topic in a few words to put himself in a favorable position."
Having said this, he patted the little beggar on the head again, and when he turned his head towards me, he farted in his face:
"Do you think the elders of this large sect will act like those children?"
"Look, next he should say that he wants to educate you on behalf of the ancestors of the Sword Sect..."
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Even though everyone knew it, they couldn't find any reason to condemn it."
"..."
The little beggar pinched his nose tightly with his hands to disperse the stench in front of him.
He looked at Laohua with disbelief and was about to fart at him, saying that he liked to brag.
However, the next moment he heard Ling Zhan's face suddenly turned cold, his eyes were cold, he held Fuchen in his hand, took a step forward and said loudly:
"Back then, Shangguan Farewell of the Sword Sect was kind to me, Ling Zhan. I will never sit back and watch the Sword Sect fall to this level without anyone to discipline me."
"Since there is no one in the Sword Sect to pick up the character of the Sword Sect, today the Japanese elders have gone overboard and replaced the Shangguan Patriarch to discipline and discipline you."
"..."
After Ling Zhan finished speaking, all the Wuhuaque disciples behind him immediately made preparations for war. For a moment, the aura of the world seemed to be solidified.
Shan Wukue's pupils shrank suddenly, he took a step forward, the spiritual energy all over his body surged out crazily, and he scolded:
"Ling Zhan, this is Nandu, how dare you!?"
Ling Zhan slowly raised his hand, and an invisible terrifying aura suddenly filled the entire sky. The strength of the Hedao realm was fully demonstrated at this moment!
Seeing this, the onlookers seemed to be really about to start a fight, and quickly backed away.
Anyone with a discerning eye can see that this is just a personal grudge between Wuhuaque and Jianzong that has been going on for a long time. Everything before was just an excuse. It is only true that Jianzong is given a blow while there are few people in Jianzong!
"What Fairy Shan said is wrong. Why, you, Shan Wique, are the only ones allowed to hurt my Wuhuaque disciples, but I am not allowed to do so?"
"What's the point?"
"Today, the Japanese elder will teach you what it means to be proud!"
"..."
After Ling Zhan finished speaking, a terrifying aura immediately pressed towards those Jian Zong disciples. In an instant, all the Jian Zong disciples spit out a mouthful of blood and staggered to the ground.
Looking at everything in front of her, Song Ying felt her heart was filled with joy, and the feeling that had been oppressed by Shan Weque before was relaxed at this moment.
There was ecstasy on his face, and he looked at the Sword Sect disciple in front of him arrogantly:
"Hahaha, what is the current sword cultivator and the current sword sect?"
"Do you really think you are the sword sect of the world from thousands of years ago?"
"..."
After saying that, he waved the spiritual sword in front of Xiao Ruoqing's eyes in a demonstrative manner, and said with an arrogant expression:
"This sword is still ours after all!"
Then he glanced at the pair of spiritual swords that Xiao Ruoqing and Mo Li had dropped on the ground, picked them up, turned around and said sarcastically:
"Are these the pair of long swords owned by Elder Lin Duo?"
"After being occupied by you for so long, it's time to come back."
"..."
Mo Li looked at everything in front of him with gloomy eyes, his fingers tightly grasping the hem of his skirt, and his eyes looked coldly at the towering Ling Zhan.
Shan Wique endured the terrifying pressure in front of him, protected Mo Li and Xiao Ruoqing behind him, and then pulled out the long sword from his waist. Suddenly, a spiritual sword wind burst out from the long sword.
However, in this condensed spiritual energy, it is like a small boat in the sea, teetering on the edge of collapse.
The sword energy around his body was shaking unsteadily, his eyebrows were furrowed, his teeth were clenched, and he said coldly:
"No matter what happens to Jian Zong, it's not your turn to preach without Hua Que!"
"Sword Sect is still Sword Sect!"
"..."
The sky was instantly divided into two.
Most of it is the endless tyrannical spiritual energy, and the other small part is the strong sword energy!
Seeing this scene, Ling Zhan actually became happy, and then a surge of momentum suddenly surged from his body. He looked at Shan Wukue and said sarcastically:
"Hahaha, Sword Sect is still Sword Sect?"
"It's really a big joke. What else does your Sword Sect have besides that old guy? Huh? The whole sect can't have a second Hedao."
"..."
Ling Zhan looked up to the sky and laughed, the Hedao aura around him was terrifying.
There was a sparkle in his eyes instantly. As a person in the Hedao realm, he can be regarded as the absolute pinnacle in the twenty-one states. At least the number of Hedao realms on the surface can be counted.
Come here.
Therefore he has absolute confidence!
This action was carried out with strong personal grudges. Firstly, he wanted to regain the face of Elder Linduo in the Holy Land. Secondly, he also wanted to use his own strength to tell the whole Nandu.
Wuhua Palace is still Wuhua Palace.
In the twenty-one states, apart from Dao Sect, there is no other sect that can compare!
Then he suddenly stopped laughing, squinted his eyes, looked at Shan Wukue, looked at the people watching, and said word by word:
"Please Fairy Shandan, tell Ling."
"The Sword Sect was able to leave with Shangguan thousands of years ago."
"Why can it be possible now and in the future?"
"..."
Shan Wique snorted, and a mouthful of blood instantly flowed from the corner of his mouth.
He looked at Ling Zhan with stubborn eyes, the Star Sword in his hand was inserted into the ground, and facing the terrifying aura of the person in front of him, he gritted his teeth, not wanting to take a step back.
There was actually a long trace left on the ground paved with bluestone slabs.
Sonorous——
A sword sound sounded.
Not big, not small.
It was a rapid sound that broke through the air, and then the entire sky suddenly became daylight.
The next moment, in the sky of the entire Southern Capital, a flourishing lotus bloomed a hundred feet high. The sky was filled with gold that made people unable to open their eyes, and what followed was endless violent sword intent!
boom--
A long sword fell from the sky, and in Ling Zhan's shock, it was instantly stuck on the ground.
The ground cracked, and a crack stretched several dozen feet.
The sun was shining, still shining on the hilt of the sword.
"Thinking of farewell."
The terrifying sword energy spread across the entire Luobao Avenue in Nandu. Everyone subconsciously raised their heads and looked at the sky, looking at the sudden appearance of Begonia embroidered on a white shirt.
His face was neither sad nor happy, but his snowy white hair was fluttering in the wind.
The next moment, a faint voice resounded throughout the entire world:
"Jian Zong, rely on me, Su Bei."
"Is it enough?"
The falling rain is flying, and the sword rain is like falling swallows.
There was no expression on Su Bei's face. He stood quietly on the sword stuck on the ground with his hands behind his back, letting the power of the sword spread.
The Wuhuaque disciples who still maintained their forward posture had the floating dust in their hands trembling. Even Ling Zhan used the spiritual energy in his body to suppress the trembling of the floating dust in his hands.
Su Bei gently raised his hand, with the palm facing forward, and the back of his hand facing all the people watching, including the Wuhuaque disciples, and said softly:
"slow."
The whole world suddenly froze.
Wuhuaque disciples were horrified to find that the weapon in their hands was lifeless, and then was pushed back into their hands inch by inch by an invisible spiritual energy.
Ling Zhan's face was as dark as water, and the palm holding Fuchen trembled slightly.
Su Bei glanced at the person in front of him indifferently, then turned around and helped her up in front of Shan Wique's blank gaze.
A gentle smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, and then she stretched out her hand to wipe away a tear from the corner of Xiao Ruoqing's eyes behind her.
Looking at the man who suddenly appeared in front of her, Xiao Ruoqing gritted her teeth tightly and looked at him like this.
The heart that had been tightly clenched finally let go. The entire Sword Sect seemed to have found its backbone, but the reddish eye circles were trembling unsatisfactorily. Under the eyelashes, what could be seen was his
hazy.
"Brother!"
"Master!!"
"Fifth Elder!!"
Mo Li glanced at Su Bei coldly and said:
"Master, why did you come here?"
She tried her best to appear calm.
But the constant rising and falling of his chest really betrayed all of this.
A wry smile appeared at the corner of Su Bei's mouth, and he looked at her gently: