Four hundred and thirtieth chapters kill the chicken with a knife
Chapter 436 Killing a Chicken with a Bull’s Knife
"Lin Ping and his disciples from the Wraith Spirit Sect are here to pay homage to Chen Xuan, the leader of the Demonic Sound Sect!"
Just as Ding Hao was thinking secretly, he heard Lin Ping's loud shout coming from above the Demonic Sound Sect.
With a low groan, Ding Hao showed displeasure, his face changed slightly and he said: "Lin Ping!"
With a slight "Eh", Fan Yichen checked the words and said, "What's the problem between you and Lin Ping? How did this kind of person fall into your eyes?"
Ding Hao glanced at Fan Yichen and didn't answer, but walked outside the wing.
When Fan Yichen saw Ding Hao's actions, he quickly removed the restrictions in the wing and followed Ding Hao out together.
A moment later, Ding Hao and Fan Yichen, mixed with the disciples of the Demonic Sound Sect, arrived in front of the Mountain Gate of the Demonic Sound Sect.
Lin Ping, a short and stocky man, and about thirty people from the Resentful Spirit Sect, stood proudly in front of the mountain gate of the Demonic Sound Sect, all with unkind expressions.
Looking up, he found that except for Lin Ping, there were no other experts in the integration stage. Among the people who came, there were five people in the distraction stage, twelve people in the out-of-body stage, and the rest were all in the Nascent Soul stage.
These strengths are even inferior to those of the sects that are attached to the Wuji Demon Sect, let alone compared with the Wuji Demon Sect that is now at its peak!
But if the strength of these people were to deal with the Demonic Sound Sect, it would be enough, and it is entirely possible to destroy the Demonic Sound Sect.
In the Moyin Sect, except for the sect leader Chen Xuan, who is in the late stage of distraction, Wang Zheng is not in the middle stage of distraction, and Shang Zirong and Ruan Qingyi are in the early stage of distraction. Apart from this, there are no other masters.
Just like this, Chen Xuan, the leader of the Demonic Sound Sect, looked livid, but his forehead was shiny and there were faint traces of sweat. He was obviously scared. On the contrary, Lin Ping looked arrogant. Several people who came with him,
They all looked arrogant and laughed murderously.
But if you are afraid of returning, you always need to say something on the spot. It is also true that Chen Xuan looked at Lin Ping and said thoughtfully: "Sect Master Lin brought the masters of the sect to our Demonic Sound Sect. I don't know why?"
"Haha" laughed out loud, and Lin Ping's short and stocky body trembled for a while. After he stopped laughing, he said coldly: "Why did I come here? You should ask Miss Ruan Qingyi from your sect?"
Ruan Qingyi's expression froze, looking at Chen Xuan, and said: "Qingyi has just said what needs to be said, please make the decision, the sect leader!"
Chen Xuan's face was heavy. He looked straight at Lin Ping and said: "As the leader of the Resentful Spirit Sect, Sect Leader Lin actually did such a ridiculous thing and still has the face to come to our Demonic Sound Sect?"
Hearing what Chen Xuan said, Lin Ping laughed wildly again. Then he said impatiently: "Stop talking nonsense, hand over the boy Ruan Qingyi saved, and then you let Qingyi leave with the body-building technique and this sect. This sect can
I promise not to touch a single hair of your Demonic Sound Sect, otherwise today will be the day when your Demonic Sound Sect will be exterminated!"
Speaking of this, Lin Ping paused and said: "Originally, our sect also spent crystal stones, and entrusted Shang Zirong to try to solve the problem peacefully. Unfortunately, the girl in Tsing Yi didn't give our sect face. In this case, we can only make this decision.
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The entire Demonic Sound Sect looked horrified at this time, including the sect leader Chen Xuan, all feeling uneasy. Facing the powerful and vicious Lin Ping and his gang, there was no way they could think of anything.
"I'll give you a stick of incense to give you time to think about it!" Lin Ping laughed wildly.
As soon as he said these words, Chen Xuan, who had just been holding on, looked gloomy. But his heart moved, and he turned around to search for Fan Yichen's footprints.
When Chen Xuan saw Fan Yichen, he hurriedly greeted him, bowed and said, "I beg Elder Fan to make the decision for our sect!"
Following Chen Xuan's movements, Lin Ping, who was laughing loudly, finally noticed Fan Yichen in the crowd. His face froze involuntarily, and his smile stopped.
He also hurriedly walked to Fan Yichen, bowed respectfully, and said: "I didn't expect that our sect could see Elder Fan again. The last time I met Elder Fan was fifty years ago!"
Fan Yichen instantly regained his arrogant expression, nodded slightly towards Lin Ping, and said: "Sect Master Lin, you are well and well!"
Then he glanced at Ding Hao, and then continued: "Originally, I couldn't get involved in the matter between your two sects. But I fell in love with Wang Hao at first sight, and Wang Hao was rescued by Elder Ruan, so I wanted to
Please ask Sect Leader Lin to sell me some thin noodles?"
"Elder Fan, please speak?" Lin Ping said respectfully.
A treacherous smile flashed in Fan Yichen's eyes. He took two puffs of dry cigarette, and then exhaled a long breath of mist before saying: "Let's do this. Find an opponent with the same level of cultivation and fight Wang Hao alone."
, if Wang Hao wins, you will give the Demonic Sound Sect another month to consider.
Otherwise, if you come here again in three days, the little old man will no longer be in the Demonic Sound Sect and will be out of sight! What does Sect Master Lin think?"
As soon as these words came out, everyone looked strange.
Ding Hao was seriously injured, and everyone knew it. With such strength, compared with the masters of the same cultivation level in the Resentful Spirit Sect, it was undoubtedly a matter of death for Lin Ping. Fan Yichen also said that he fell in love with Ding Hao at first sight, but it happened.
Still doing this, Lin Ping didn't know what to think.
Only Ding Hao knew that his current cultivation level was in the late Nascent Soul stage, but Fan Yichen knew his true strength. There was only one possibility for doing this - he wanted to see how badly he was injured!
"When did Elder Fan have the right to take charge of matters down here?" Ding Hao snorted coldly and asked, staring at Fan Yichen.
But Fan Yichen did not look at Ding Hao. He lowered his head and smoked a cigarette, smiling treacherously on his thin old face.
Regarding the matter between Fan Yichen and Ding Hao, Lin Ping looked at it, but felt baffled, and then laughed loudly: "Now that Elder Fan has spoken, how dare I disagree!"
Waving over a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator with a bruised face, Lin Ping whispered: "Zhang Bing, be more measured with your actions later. Don't hurt that Wang Hao!"
Zhang Bing, with a bruised face, said doubtfully: "I know this well, but do I want to lose or win?"
Lin Ping pondered for a moment and whispered: "You will act according to my eyes later!"
Zhang Bingmo nodded and strode to the field. A mid-grade flying sword had already begun to swing in his hand. He stared straight at Ding Hao without daring to be arrogant. He said in a deep voice: "Please give me some advice from fellow Taoist Wang Hao!"
Looking at the mid-grade flying sword in his hand and the late-stage cultivation of Nascent Soul, Ding Hao felt dumbfounded and shook his head not knowing what to say.
And Ruan Qingyi didn't know when, she had come behind Ding Hao, and gently pulled Ding Hao's sleeve. When Ding Hao turned around to look, she said with dim eyes, "You should admit defeat, you have suffered so badly."
You’re injured, don’t show off!”
Originally, Ding Hao had not planned to appear. Fighting with such a person in his own capacity would simply be an insult to his position as the leader of the Wuji Demon Sect. But when he saw Ruan Qingyi's expression, he couldn't help but change his mind.
Looking coldly at Fan Yichen, who was still smoking a cigarette, Ding Hao said calmly: "Elder Fan has given me such humiliation, I will remember it!"
Fan Yichen didn't seem to hear Ding Hao's words at all. He lowered his head and looked straight at the ground, as if the plain ground suddenly contained so much interest!
Ding Hao snorted softly, pushed away Ruan Qingyi's grasp on his arm, swayed, and suddenly fell into the field. Without even saying hello, he grabbed Zhang Bing like lightning.
Zhang Bing's face changed slightly, as if he didn't expect that Ding Hao could be so fast despite being seriously injured.
Even Lin Ping, the leader of the Resentful Spirit Sect, was obviously surprised.
When he was in the mountain spring, Lin Ping was entangled in the shadows and did not notice Ding Hao's swift speed. At this time, seeing Ding Hao's speed, he remembered why he had just gotten rid of the obstruction of the shadows.
No trace was found.
Ding Hao, who was struck by lightning, let out a ferocious laugh, and two groups of beating demonic flames, one purple and one red, rose up from his left and right hands, pulling out long sparks. They were like meteors falling rapidly in the sky, dragging long broom-like brilliant colors.
Light.
After Ding Hao soaked in the two icy hot springs in the mountain spring, he felt that the power of the Black Ice Demon Flame Art had increased a bit, although the power was still not visible due to the excessive loss of true energy.
But judging from the several attack techniques he has now, only the Black Ice Demon Flame Technique can play the greatest role. In order to prevent Fan Yichen from seeing anything, Ding Hao planned to kill Zhang Bing with one blow, so he immediately used
This power.
First, the purple demonic flames beat toward Zhang Bing, and then followed closely by the red demonic flames. The extremely cold and extremely hot temperatures instantly made Zhang Bing no longer dare to consider whether he needed to hold back.
At this time, Zhang Bing was no longer for anything else, just to save his life, and activated the flying sword in his hand. Three hazy masses of darkness lit up on the body of the flying sword, and three desperate faces were displayed on the body of the flying sword.
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But before the sword came out, it was corroded by the purple demonic flames and frozen into ice. Then as soon as the red demonic flames passed, Zhang Bing's whole body began to slowly melt.
Ding Hao, on the other hand, snorted coldly and walked coldly to the wing of the Demonic Sound Sect, never looking at Zhang Bing again.