Looking at Qingyun Peak with wide eyes again, everyone was stunned, with their mouths open, but no sound came out.
On the top of the peak, Shangguan Zhenhe's figure has disappeared. Ling Chuxi's figure half-kneeling on the ground, holding a sword, looks so lonely and lonely, but people dare not look at it.
Winning, Ling Chuxi actually won. Since Shangguan Zhenhe disappeared, it was natural that he was blown away by the terrifying power just now.
This is what everyone can think of, but no one dares to believe this result.
Shangguan Wuyou had already taken a step forward and rushed forward, but after only taking two steps, he suddenly stopped with a ghostly expression on his face.
"Shangguan Zhenhe is dead, but Ling Chuxi actually won. How is this possible, how is it possible!" Shangguan Wuyou muttered to himself, his eyes full of depression. Next to him, Shangguan Yunxiao's face was so dark that he could almost squeeze out.
Water comes.
Ling Chuxi stood up slowly, holding a long sword and pointing it at the Shangguan family members, with an air of pride rising to the heaven and earth.
It was only then that people recovered from the extreme shock and believed the facts they saw. Ling Chuxi won, Ling Chuxi really won!
Waves of thundering cheers also erupted from the mouths of the young disciples of the aristocratic families, shaking the heaven and the earth.
Miracle! Ling Chuxi actually created such a miracle!
What a shock! How exciting!
"Ling Chuxi, you... how dare you kill Uncle He, I will fight with you." Shangguan Zhenting was so angry that his whole body was shaking, and he rushed towards Qingyun Peak.
Twenty years ago, Shangguan Yuntian, who was regarded as the hope of the Shangguan family, died. Twenty years later, Shangguan Zhenhe, who was regarded as the magic needle of Dinghai, also died. He had almost seen the decline of the Shangguan family, and was finally cannibalized and annexed by the Ling family.
The ending. For a moment, Shangguan Zhenting was angry and anxious, and the hatred in his heart burned to the extreme.
"Old man Shangguan, what are you doing? Do you want to continue fighting?" The third elder suddenly jumped in front of Shangguan Zhenting.
"Get out!" Shangguan Zhenting slapped him away with one palm.
Although he is not as good as Uncle He, he is still a god-level master who has been famous for many years. The power of this palm cannot be resisted by the three elders.
Ling Xuantong swayed, stood in front of the third elder, and received Shangguan Zhenting's palm.
"Master Shangguan, this competition is a fair competition between Mr. Zhen He and Ling Chuxi. It's not a good idea for you to take action at this time." An old man stepped forward and said.
This old man is dressed well and has a token around his waist. This man turns out to be a deacon of the Family Judgment Council. Since the ruling elders and adjudicators rarely interfere in family affairs, the adjudicating deacons have great power. Under normal circumstances, no one wants to
offend them.
"The Ling family destroyed my Yuntian family and killed Uncle He. Today, I will take my life and avenge them." Shangguan Zhenting was so angry that his eyes were red with anger. He couldn't care less.
There were so many, he shouted hysterically.
"Today, even if we use all our strength as a clan, we will avenge our second brother and Uncle He." Shangguan Yunxiao also roared with anger.
Shangguan Yunxiao's calculation was of course different. Now that Shangguan Zhenhe is dead, it is even more unrealistic to quietly get rid of Ling Chuxi. Although Ling Chuxi has killed Uncle He, she herself is obviously seriously injured.
It's a great opportunity.
Following Shangguan Yunxiao's loud roar, all the elders stepped forward in unison.
Ling Mofeng frowned slightly. Shangguan was so angry that he obviously lost his mind. If the two families were to fight to the death, the Ling family would not have the upper hand.