In response to this, Tianhua Sect disciples cursed one after another, and those sects close to Tianhua Sect also shouted at Luo Zeng for his disgraceful behavior.
Luo Zeng's expression never changed in response to the curses all around him, and he ignored them. Instead, he raised his head and looked at the old man above.
The shouts around him became louder and louder, and they all accused Luo Zeng of making a sneak attack and violating the sect.
The old man looked around, and finally landed on Luo Zeng and the corpse on the platform. Without hesitation, he said calmly: "In this battle, the Sword God Sect wins!"
As soon as these words came out, the disciples of Tianhua Sect cried out in dissatisfaction, saying that Luo Zeng's victory was unworthy of force. Those sects that were hostile to the Sword God Sect also spoke out one after another, condemning Luo Zeng's disgraceful sword.
Discussions spread everywhere, and there was a chaos on the lower steps below. However, the second-rate sects and first-rate sects did not participate, but some people were watching this farce.
Narrowing his eyes slightly, Qing Jue looked down at Luo Zeng and sighed slightly: "A very sensible child!"
"I am willing to suffer a lifetime of infamy, but also to create a glimmer of hope for the sect!" Jue Lin whispered: "A very strange sword!"
"Sword God Chu Ge, Sword God Wu Ling, Sword God Luo Zeng!" Hearing this, Xuan Renruo looked at these people thoughtfully, paused, and said: "This is the Sword God Sect, the disciples of the Sword God Sect!"
"I kind of understand why our ancestors have such a strong sense of belonging to the Sword God Sect!" Xuan Ren suddenly chuckled and glanced at the leader of the Suzaku Tribe, Fire Emperor.
"The leaves are finally falling to the ground and returning to their roots, aren't they?" Qing Jue put his hands behind his back and chuckled, his eyes falling on Luo Zeng, "I can't wait to see the five peaks of Sword God and the four ancient peaks!"
"Me too, I want to see the Moon Goddess Statue!" Jue Lin could understand Qing Jue's feeling.
While Qing Jue and others were whispering, the protests from the unruly sects below became louder and louder.
"Why, do you have any objections?" The old man said calmly when he caught a glimpse of the unconventional sect disciples who were making trouble.
A plain sentence exploded in the sky, and its terrifying pressure spread out, covering the lower steps.
Under this pressure, the disciples of the inferior sects took a few steps back one after another, their faces turned pale. Although the old man only exerted a little pressure, the pressure of the Spirit Emperor realm warriors was so terrifying.
Even when those sect leaders faced this pressure, they all mobilized their spiritual energy to resist.
In an instant, it became quiet again below, and the majesty of the Spirit Emperor realm warriors could not be questioned.
Seeing this scene, Luo Zeng smiled. He could win a glimmer of hope for the Sword God Sect, even if he had to bear infamy.
Even if he, Luo Zeng, had to bear the infamy for a lifetime, he, Luo Zeng, had no regrets. He sheathed his sword, Luo Zeng turned around and walked towards the way he came, without any trace of momentum in his body.
Dressed in white clothes like snow, without a trace of blood! Looking at Na Luo Zeng's figure, the disciples of the Tianhua Sect could only look angry. This game was confirmed with the old man's words. The Sword God Sect won two and lost one.
Coming with a sword, Luo Zeng looked at Lin Bian and the others and whispered: "You won't blame me, will you?"
Hearing this, Lin Bing shook his head and smiled. He made a fist with his right hand and hit Luo Zeng lightly. He chuckled and said, "Thankfully you didn't come back with serious injuries, otherwise I would have to be distracted to take care of you again!"
"Aura, sword, and body are all combined into one. This sword is very beautiful!" Wu Ling said thoughtfully, "You are stronger than before. Even though I lost my right arm, I will not lag behind you in the future.
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"When you return to the clan, you will have to shoulder the obligation to protect us!" Chu Ge also smiled.
"Come back safe and sound, I will leave these two people in your charge!" Xiao Ding stood up and handed the styptic powder in his hand to Luo Zeng.
Looking at this very familiar face in front of him, Luo Zeng also smiled. It is precisely because these people, no matter what they do, they will always stand next to him and support him.
After receiving the powder, Luo Zeng squatted down and carefully cleaned Wu Ling's injuries without saying anything.
Luo Zeng's sword undoubtedly aroused the anger of Tianhua Sect. In the fourth battle, Tianhua Sect sent a disciple whose strength was second only to Hua Yue. Obviously, in this battle, Tianhua Sect wanted to repay the blood debt.
Huang Ming, a disciple of the Tianhua Sect, came out with a sword in his hand, a cold killing intent emerging from his body.
Every time he took a step, a roar echoed in the void, and his aura became stronger and stronger. Before going into battle, the leader of the Tianhua Sect said to Huang Ming: "The disciples of the Tianhua Sect cannot die in vain!"
Huang Ming knew that the sect leader wanted to kill him! Two people from the Tianhua Sect died, but no one from the Sword God Sect survived.
"Tianhua Sect Huang Ming!" Stepping on the platform, the momentum of his Ling Sect's second-level peak completely exploded. Huang Ming held a sword, and his sharp eyes fell on the steps where Wu Ling and others were.
The shouts spread out, and countless eyes gathered at the location of the Sword God Sect. If the Sword God Sect wins this battle, then the next battle will be unnecessary.
"Level 2 peak of Lingzong!" Lin Bian raised his head, and the snowflakes fell, dyeing the flying long hair white.
"Xiao Ding and I, I am slightly stronger. This person comes with murderous intent, and his attacks must be extremely ruthless!"
"That man wants to kill someone, so this fight can only be fought by me!" Lifting his sword, Lin Bian was about to step forward when a pair of slender hands pressed down on his shoulders.
Lin Bing turned around and saw Xiao Ding's smiling face...
A slender hand pressed Lin Bing's shoulder. Lin Bing looked back, and his eyes met Xiao Ding's smiling face.
"I will fight this battle!" Although Xiao Ding had a smile on his face, his eyes were extremely determined.
This was the first time that Lin Bing saw an extremely determined look in Xiao Ding's eyes.
"He is very strong!" Lin Bing whispered. Hearing this, Xiao Ding still smiled, "I know, but I have confidence!"
Turning around, Lin Bing looked at Huang Ming on the platform, closed his eyes, feeling the undisguised murderous intent on Huang Ming's body, and whispered: "He wants to kill someone!"
"If you go up, you might die?" Lin Bing turned around, looked at Huang Ming with the same expression, and chuckled: "So, I'm going!"
"Believe me!" Xiao Ding still said this, and the two looked at each other.
No more words, Lin Bing saw Jue Ran in Xiao Ding's eyes, and Xiao Ding also saw Jue Ran in Lin Bing's eyes.
"Do you have to go?" Under Xiao Ding's gaze, a bitter smile appeared on Lin Bing's lips.
"I have to go!" Xiao Ding was still smiling, smiling so calmly and indifferently: "Otherwise, I will regret it for the rest of my life!"
"If you go, you have to come back again!" Lin Bing sighed slightly, stretched out his hand, patted Xiao Ding's shoulder hard, and said nothing more.
Raising his head, Xiao Ding narrowed his eyes slightly, stared at Huang Ming on the platform, and whispered: "Definitely!"
Holding the sword, Xiao Ding turned around and looked at Chu Ge, Luo Zeng and Wu Ling, and immediately walked forward without any hesitation.
After walking a few steps, Xiao Ding stopped, looked at Luo Zeng again, and chuckled: "Luo Zeng, you still have the same temper!"
"You still have the same temperament, shouldering everything by yourself!" Xiao Ding chuckled, a fierce momentum surged from his body, he raised his right foot, stepped on the falling snowflakes, and walked towards the platform step by step
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Hearing this, Luo Zeng raised his head, looked at the figure covered by the wind and snow, and whispered: "You must come back!"
Lin Bing could feel the killing intent in Huang Ming, and Luo Zeng could also feel it.
Coming here on the snow, at least in Xiao Ding's view, he walked very gracefully at this moment, but in the eyes of Tianhua Sect and others, Xiao Ding is destined to die now.
The power of the sword god also condensed on Xiao Ding's body, and the sword energy filled the surroundings, creating waves of sword wind.
The sword wind pulled the wind and snow, blowing against Xiao Ding's martial robe, making a hunting sound in his white robe.
When the snow fell, Xiao Ding's figure landed lightly on the platform. Holding his sword, he performed a sword salute and said lightly: "Sword God Xiao Ding!"
"I didn't expect you to come!" Huang Ming suddenly said in the wind and snow. At this moment, he realized that he couldn't understand the person in front of him.
No matter when, there is always a faint smile on Xiao Ding's face, smiling so calmly and indifferently.
"Really?" Xiao Ding chuckled, snowflakes fell on the sword, and a crisp sword chant resounded.
"You know you are going to die, but you still rush to die!" Huang Ming said lightly, raising his sword, the sword energy transformed around him, and the cold wind blowing around him became even colder.
Huang Ming's murderous intention has been integrated into the cold wind, and the pressure of Lingzong's second level spreads out. Its aura tightly locks Xiao Ding, and the area within several miles around becomes his control.
"Some people live in the world and spend their lives doing nothing. Their lives begin in ordinary and end in ordinary!"
"A long time ago, I thought my life would be like this, with an ordinary beginning and an ordinary end!"
"Haha, have you ever seen fireworks? Have you ever seen shooting stars?" At this moment, Xiao Ding and Huang Ming stood on the platform and talked like acquaintances.
Seeing this scene, the Tianhua Sect disciples who were shouting for Huang Ming were all startled. Why did Senior Brother Huang Ming talk nonsense to that person? He could just understand him with a sword.
"Fireworks?" Hearing this, Huang Ming raised his sword finger, and the sword energy flowed in his fingertips, creating a picture of fireworks blooming.
"Beautiful fireworks, aren't they?" Xiao Ding chuckled and raised his sword gently, "The brilliance of fireworks only lasts for a moment, and the brilliance of meteors only lasts for a moment!"
"When I stand here, my life will not go on so mediocrely. If it is mediocrity, then I would rather let my life bloom like fireworks and as bright as a shooting star!"
"Life is as gorgeous as summer flowers!" At this moment, the smile at the corner of Xiao Ding's mouth became more and more indifferent.
"Moreover, there is a kind of glory that you don't understand!" The snow fell along the blade of the sword and fell on Xiao Ding's shoes. "The kind of glory that flows in life must be protected with life!"
The wind blows, the snow falls, and the sword light appears! Xiao Ding's body blends into this sudden wind, drifting with the wind like leaves fluttering in the wind.