Linghu Heng, who had saved the day with a little trick, was in a great mood and couldn't help but sing loudly all the way, as if he wanted to vent all his pride.
Little did he know that he had forgotten a saying called "Extreme happiness breeds sorrow." Being so carried away with one's emotions would lead to a big loss in the end. Sure enough, just as Linghu Heng was flying high and carried away with one's emotions, suddenly there was a burst of sound in the air, coming from far away and approaching quickly.
best of all!
Linghu Heng had already suffered a loss. He had been unconscious for more than ten days. How could he still be attacked? Although he was not panicking, he was seen tossing and turning in the air, and with a slight move, the incoming hidden weapon was dodged by him.
It was a pity that although Linghu Heng hid well, the hidden weapon still cut off the hairpin. Linghu Heng's long hair, which was not short, immediately fell down and became disheveled and very embarrassed.
The hidden weapon was so powerful that it flew out of sight in the blink of an eye. Linghu Heng could see clearly that it was just a small flying knife. However, it was such an ordinary flying knife, but it made a powerful blow like a big knife.
Kong Sheng, this cultivation level, made Linghu Heng palpitate. If the flying knife pierced his body, wouldn't there be an extra hole? Looking at the flying knife flying far away, it never landed and disappeared in the blink of an eye, indicating that the flying knife was flying away.
The strength attached to the knife was incredible. Linghu Heng secretly smacked his lips: "How much strength does this require?" Linghu Heng asked himself that he couldn't do it.
Someone attacked, so Linghu Heng naturally did not dare to fly forward. He stopped and looked around carefully, but did not find anyone. His heart sank and he secretly became vigilant. He said loudly: "Which hero is it?
Stop me? He who hides his head and shows his tail is not a hero!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a heroic and old laughter rang out from the jungle below, which could be heard all over the mountain: "I haven't used my knife-throwing skill for forty years, and I was dodged as soon as I did it. Boy, you are very capable.
Ah, no wonder I was able to escape from Xiao Li!"
Xiao Li is the current master of the Demon Sect, and Linghu Heng naturally knows it, but how did he escape from Xiao Li? Linghu Heng didn't understand, and couldn't help but ask: "Why do you say this?"
The heroic and old voice snorted coldly and said: "Xiao Li wanted to wash the marrow and cut the bones with a pool of blood for his precious son. He didn't have time to pay attention to you, but he sent three of his most elite troops. It's okay to say that you escaped from his hands."
fact!"
Linghu Heng was full of doubts: "Those crappy things can be considered elites?" This is not Linghu Heng's arrogance, that's how he feels. The highest cultivation level of the three tribes is only the leader of the three tribes, and they are only in the early stage of the golden body. The rest
It's even more uneven. They all have linked pill stages. They need tactics but not tactics. They need cooperation but not cooperation. How can they be elites? It's not an exaggeration to say they are just a mob!
The heroic and old voice sighed: "If the devil hadn't been trapped by your ancient sword sect, why would the Holy Sect fall apart?"
Linghu Heng had heard a little bit about what happened forty years ago, but he didn't know much about it. But he was disdainful and retorted: "Even if it doesn't fall apart, it's just like this!"
The voice said angrily: "What did you say?!" After saying that, a figure suddenly jumped out from the dense forest below, and arrived in front of Linghu Heng in the blink of an eye. Linghu Heng didn't even have time to draw his sword.
, that person pointed his finger at Linghu Heng and shouted angrily: "How dare you say it again?"
Linghu Heng was intimidated by his momentum and looked at the person in front of him carefully. He saw that the person was less than seven feet tall and had white hair. Although he was energetic, anyone who didn't pay attention would think that he was just a bad old man.
That's it. At this moment, he was furious and his aura was exuding, like an enraged lion, which was intimidating. However, Linghu Heng didn't buy it and sneered: "If the Demon Sect is really so powerful, why did it happen forty years ago?
The ancient sword mountain was defeated miserably, and even the Demon of the Sun was imprisoned?" Linghu Heng knew that this old man was clearly a member of the Demon Sect as he spoke of the Holy Sect, and looking at his posture, Linghu Heng could be sure that he was following the Demon Sect.
The deployment of the demon. Combined with his cultivation level, even Linghu Heng’s strange eyes cannot be seen through, which shows that it is not only above the distraction stage, but also higher. No one else can see someone with a higher cultivation level than himself.
, but Linghu Heng can do it. This is because Linghu Heng's special pupils can see through the cultivation levels one level higher than his own. But at this moment, his eyes are hazy. What is it if he is not distracted? This means that this old man is not
It's simple, but Linghu Heng can use his pride, and maybe he can turn things around.
The old man was indeed fooled and said angrily: "Boy, what do you know? If not, if that old Niubi hadn't used all his blood and essence to control the demon, how could the demon have been defeated by him?"
It was already daybreak, and Linghu Heng could clearly see the old man's expression. Seeing him blowing his beard and staring, Linghu Heng felt funny in his heart, but he couldn't laugh. After all, his cultivation level was too high and he couldn't run.
I can't run away, so I can only use words to try to get rid of him.
Linghu Heng made up his mind and continued to say disdainfully: "I have said a thousand things, but you are still defeated. How can your defeated general dare to speak out bravely?"
The old man was angry again. He was about to speak back, but he didn't know what he thought of. He suddenly laughed loudly and said: "You kid, I almost got into trouble with you. You are trying to bully me with your words like this, aren't you just trying to figure it out?"
What’s my purpose in coming?”
Linghu Heng's thoughts were seen through, and he said without blushing: "I'm just discussing the matter!" But there was a pity in his heart: "Although this old man is easy to be impulsive, he is not stupid. What should I do?"
The old man couldn't bear to be provoked, and he was caught in the act: "Huh, it doesn't matter if I tell you, kid. I've been ordered by the Demon Sect to capture you. If you, kid, know what you're doing, and just surrender yourself, I can easily tie you up."
Let's do it; if you don't know the truth, I'll beat you up and take you back!"
When Linghu Heng heard this, he felt a thump in his heart and thought to himself: "It's bad, I just walked out of the tiger's den and entered the wolf's den. I am really afraid of what will come!" However, Linghu Heng's bad temper flared up at this moment.
, a typical person who takes advantage of the soft rather than the hard, and said: "Although I am not good at cultivation, I still have pride. If you, an old boy, want to come and get me, just show me the truth!" After that, the "Wufeng" fairy sword was unsheathed and held.
He stood with his sword in hand and looked at the short old man proudly.
But the old man looked at Linghu Heng, who was a head taller than him, with a smile, and said: "Hey, if you were a member of the Demon Sect, with your temper, I would have to accept you as my disciple, you are not to your liking! You are just like me.
A piece of bread looks like a stone from a pit, smelly and hard!"
The old man scolded himself and also brought Linghu Heng in. Linghu Heng wanted to laugh but couldn't. After all, the situation in front of him was not optimistic. The old man said to himself: "I'm afraid you won't have the chance to do it again in the future."
You're fighting with someone. Let's do this. I'll give you ten moves. If you touch me within ten moves, I'll turn around and leave. How about that?"
Seeing that the old man looked down on him, Linghu Heng thought bitterly in his heart: "You old boy are just waiting to make a fool of yourself! Wu Feng, let's cooperate later so that this old boy can't eat anything and walk around!"
Sword Spirit Wufeng was originally worried about the world being in chaos. Hearing Linghu Heng's instructions, he was naturally overjoyed: "Okay, let's see how powerful this sword spirit is!"
Linghu Heng made up his mind and sneered: "Can you keep your word?"
The old man said angrily: "Go and ask, when did I stop keeping my word?"
Linghu Heng was waiting for this sentence, a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and said: "This is what you said, I won't be polite!"
The old man said: "Who told you to be polite?" Before he finished speaking, Linghu Heng had already launched an offensive, using the "Green Lotus Zhongtong" move, which pointed directly at the old man's vital points. The old man was also a good judge of things.
An expert will know if someone is there as soon as he makes a move. Seeing this move, the old man couldn't help but cheered: "Okay!" Seeing that Linghu Heng indeed had two brushes, the old man also became interested and put away his idle thoughts.
, start to get serious.
Linghu Heng's skills were solid and he was extremely proficient in the "Thirteen Ancient Sword Styles". The old man naturally knew this set of swordsmanship, and a hint of admiration could not help but appear in his small eyes.
Without thinking, Linghu Heng realized that the "Thirteen Styles of the Ancient Sword" was mixed with the "Cuilan Sword Technique". For a moment, the sword shadow enveloped the old man's whole body. But the old man was really amazing. He relied on his familiarity with the sword techniques of the Ancient Sword School.
, often dodging at the last moment, always with a mysterious smile on his face, which made Linghu Heng hate him so much in his heart, but the "Wufeng" sword in his hand was always missing by an inch or two.
Only then can he be stabbed.
Linghu Heng became angry and threw the "Fengless" sword with all his strength. With the sword technique in his right hand, the "Fengless" sword separated into three pieces and galloped towards the old man in real and imaginary ways.
There was a playful smile in the old man's eyes. He turned around slightly and avoided this move, but said: "Hey, the ninth move!"
Before he finished speaking, one of the three fairy swords suddenly turned a corner. Without warning, the old man caught a glimpse of a scene that made him lose his mind. Before he could curse, the figure suddenly sank down, hoping that
Can you avoid this extremely mysterious stab!
It's a pity that the old man was still a little too slow. The "Wufeng" sword had already touched his sleeves. With a "hiss" sound, a piece of his brocade robe was taken off by the "Wufeng" sword. Seeing this scene
, the old man's old face was as black as pig liver. He reached out and grabbed the clothes that were torn off by the "Wufeng" sword, with a sullen face and said nothing.
Linghu Heng took back the "Wufeng" fairy sword in a leisurely manner and said reluctantly: "Hey, old boy, I accept it!"
The old man was floating in the air, thinking about the weird sword strike just now, and remained silent for a long time. After a long time, he asked: "Boy, where did you learn such a weird move?"
Naturally, such a weird "move" can only be "used" by Sword Spirit Wu Feng, and it has nothing to do with Linghu Heng. However, Linghu Heng pretended to be pretentious and said: "It doesn't matter if I tell you, old boy, this move was my own idea.
from!"
After hearing this, the old man's eyes lit up and he looked Linghu Heng up and down with an expression of "You are very good, you are really very good". Linghu Heng felt uncomfortable for a while and couldn't help but think evilly in his heart.
: "This old boy doesn't have any long-yang qualities, okay? I am a serious fan of girls, not gay!" (To be continued)