"Sister Chu Xi, I'm afraid we are no match for them." Ling Yixin and others were a little excited, but more of they felt guilty.
"Have you forgotten what I just said? If Meng Zheng can do it, you can do it too. Don't forget that you are members of the Ling family." Ling Chuxi's eyes swept over the faces of Ling Yixin and others one by one.
There is expectation and confidence in the eyes.
Feeling the expectation and confidence in those eyes, every disciple of the Ling family felt a surge of heat in their hearts, and a sense of pride in being a descendant of the Ling family arose spontaneously.
No matter, even the second uncle, who was so timid and cowardly in the past, mustered up the courage today. Even if he faced an opponent at the peak of the emperor's level, even if he was beaten black and blue, he still refused to give in. Are they not even as good as the second uncle?
Thinking of this, Ling Yixin and others were even more motivated to fight. If Ling Ziyun knew that he had become an inspirational model and a negative teaching material in the minds of his fellow tribesmen, he didn't know how he would feel.
"Today, let's show the Yuwen family that our Ling family is not that easy to bully." Ling Zhongxiao roared and was the first to rush forward.
Immediately afterwards, Ling Yitong, Ling Yixin and others also drew their swords, followed closely behind him, and attacked the Yuwen family members.
As soon as they took action, the strength of Ling Zhongxiao and others was fully demonstrated. Several members of the Yuwen family breathed a sigh of relief. Their choice was correct. The strongest among these people were only at the early stage of the Emperor level, and there were only three or four of them.
, if they attack with all their strength, the battle can be over in less than half a quarter of an hour.
Unfortunately, they were happy a little too early.
The silver hook is like frost, the sword energy is soaring into the sky, and the person who takes action is a disciple of the Yuwen family.
Facing Ling Zhongxiao and the others who were attacking them, this man felt extremely relaxed and even a little contemptuous.
There are so many people, so what if there are too many people? The highest level is only at the early stage of the Emperor level. If Ling Chuxi hadn't been afraid of angering Ling Chuxi and broke his promise and took action himself, he would have killed several of the opponents with one sword with all his strength.
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There was a faint smile on this man's face, but as the sword was handed out, the smile on his face became weird.
No, why is it so slow? He was so slow that even he couldn't believe it. He was obviously a master at the late Emperor level, but why was this sword ray piercing slower than the early Emperor level, and even slower than those Ling family disciples who only had the Jun level?
Not even going anywhere.
"Is it the realm?" The man felt cold and cursed secretly.
How could Ling Chuxi and the others, especially the mysterious god-level master, fail to see the strength gap between these descendants of the Ling family and them, and how could they watch them come up for abuse? Domain, it must be the domain!
The man looked at Huangfu Qing in despair with resentment in his eyes. The only person who could easily control him, a late emperor level master, with his domain was a god level master. But when he saw Huangfu Qingjue's appearance clearly at this time, he denied his guess.
, I saw Huangfu Qingjue placing his hands casually by his side, with a calm expression on his face. He had not formed any skills at all, and even if he felt it carefully, he did not find any aura from the realm.
No, it's not the field. Could it be that his own strength has declined? That person couldn't figure it out no matter how hard he thought about it.
However, he didn't have the chance to think too much, because at the moment when he was distracted, his wrist went numb, the sword fell to the ground, and then Ling Zhongxiao's fist fell on his face.
"Huh!" The man tilted his mouth and flew out with a groan.