Swordsmen roared and magical weapons struck the air, all attacking at the old Taoist priest. However, Taoist Taoist Silence still closed his eyes tightly and stood there, like a sitting old monk, motionless and completely unaware.
Wu Zhen desperately wanted to rescue him, but the people surrounding him also tried their best and refused to let him move forward. Wu Zhen had tears in his eyes and was slashed in many places on his body, but he didn't care and just wanted to rush back to Xianyandao.
beside.
However, it was always difficult to get past the thunder pool. Even if Wu Zhen tried his best, he could not get closer.
The leader Yang Xianyang also noticed the abnormality here, and he was even more conflicted in his heart. He knew that his junior brother looked thin and weak, but in fact he was very strong inside. Even nine oxen could not pull back the things he was sure of.
. To put it bluntly, he is stubborn and stubborn. Once he makes up his mind, even his master, let alone the leader, will not be able to make him change his mind. What's more, if he takes action now, all his previous efforts will be in vain.
But if he doesn't take action, will he have to watch his junior brother die in the hands of these people who have lost their minds? This is simply a shame for the ancient sword sect! For a moment, Yang Xianyang felt as if he had knocked over the five-flavor bottle.
, it doesn’t taste good inside or out.
At this moment, a flash of bright red suddenly appeared in the sky, accompanied by a shout: "Whoever dares to touch the old Taoist priest, you will all die!"
I saw a vigorous figure descending from the sky, and the bright red color under its feet was the light emitted by the fairy sword itself!
When Wu Zhen heard this voice, his heart was shaken and he murmured: "Junior brother?"
Taoist Taoist Silence naturally heard this voice. He slowly opened his eyes and looked quietly at the disciple who was leaping in the air. He looked at him with a pair of bright eyes, but there was no expression on his face.
This person was naturally Linghu Heng. He made a move with his right hand like a god descending from heaven, and the "Fengless" sword came out at a high speed. With three points of the sword, he blocked it with lightning speed and missed the mark by half a foot.
One of Taoist Taoist's magic weapons looks like a vicious magic weapon like a big nail. If it is hit by a nail, the blood groove on it will definitely come out of the body and bring out a lot of blood.
At this time, everyone looked towards the sky and whispered: "Who is that person?"
When those who had survived the battle outside Medicine God Valley saw the face of the visitor, they couldn't help but take two steps back, feeling a strong sense of uneasiness in their hearts. What's more, their legs shook with fear, and they said in a trembling voice:
"Devil, he is a devil!"
Everyone was even more confused: "Who is he? He is so arrogant?"
Someone looked at the person who asked the question with contempt and said in his heart: "You don't even know the real owner, and you still say that you are here to clear out the scum. It is really ridiculous! You must also be here to covet other people's fairy swords, and you don't even know how much you weigh.
, are you blessed to receive such treasures?"
…
Su Wugou was originally fighting against an elder of the Ancient Sword Sect. His cultivation had reached the late stage of divine transformation, while the elder of the Ancient Sword Sect was only in the early stage of divine transformation. He was beaten to the point where he could only protect himself.
He retreated, suffering unspeakably. But with Linghu Heng's shout, Su Wugou subconsciously forced the elder back and looked towards the sky. It was okay not to look at it, but at a glance, he almost couldn't control himself.
Already.
Su Wugou had seen Linghu Heng's portrait. He had already understood everything about Linghu Heng clearly. Except for what happened before he came to the Ancient Sword Sect, he had naturally seen the portrait countless times. When he saw it,
Come, eat meat, fur, and drink blood, but the hatred in your heart can't be relieved! Thinking of the tragic death of his favorite disciple, the nameless fire in Su Wugou's heart rose, and the culprit was right in front of him.
, how could he let it go?
Su Wugao gritted his teeth and said, "You little bastard, you finally showed up. I've been waiting for you for a long time. Lord Yama's oil pan has been brushed, and he's just waiting for you to start cooking!"
He has a high level of cultivation and speaks clearly, which can be heard by everyone in the audience. Anyone with some intelligence can hear the vicious meaning in Su Wugou's words, and will naturally think that the real master is the majestic one who descended from the sky.
A young man.
"It seems a little too young, right?" A middle-aged Xuechi sect disciple said quietly. He has been practicing for many years and is only in the early stage of Nascent Soul. If he is allowed to fight alone against more than a hundred immortal cultivators with similar cultivation levels,
He must have surrendered without a fight. After all, there are not many perverts with luck and strength like Linghu Heng.
Linghu Heng slowly descended and protected Taoist Silence. He looked at Su Wugou and said coldly: "Is the Palace of Hell owned by your family? Then why don't you go down without seeing me?"
Su Wugou was not angry but smiled and said, "I have sharp teeth and a sharp mouth. I want to see if you can be so sharp-tongued later."
Linghu Heng snorted coldly and said: "For those dogs that bite people when they catch them, I always like to knock out their teeth."
Su Wugou was so angry that one Buddha was born and two Buddhas ascended to heaven. He snorted angrily: "Okay, I want to see how great you are! Head Yang, you said you would leave this little bastard to me after he appeared.
Are you serious?" At this moment, the fighting in the stadium stopped. Except for the injured wailing, the huge square seemed extremely quiet. Everyone was waiting for Yang Xianyang and his solution. The fierce fighting just now seemed compact.
, in fact, both sides were quite restrained. Except for a few people who were injured, no one was killed. Even if they used real fire, they adhered to the alliance agreement and did not use ruthless tactics.
Yang Xianyang looked at Linghu Heng with a complicated expression. Although he was grateful to Linghu Heng for showing up to save Taoist Taoist Silence at the most critical moment, the situation at this moment was obviously worse than before. Su Wugou's pressing step by step made him
He was at a loss what to do. He wanted to keep this promising disciple, but he also didn't want to ruin the reputation of the Ancient Sword Sect, but there was no such thing as the best of both worlds. Only by giving up could you gain, and now it was up to Yang Xianyang how he would choose.
Yang Xianyang pondered for a while and finally said: "Why don't you listen to what Linghu Heng said?"
Su Wugou obviously knew what Yang Xianyang was trying to do, because he often did this kind of deception, but in his opinion, it was normal for him to do it, but he couldn't see others doing it. This meant that only state officials were allowed to set fires, and the people were not allowed to light lamps.
Already.
Yang Xianyang didn't wait for Su Wugou to express his position, and asked first: "Linghu Heng, the old Taoist asks you as the leader, have you ever done anything obscene to Lingyao, a disciple of Yaoshen Valley?"
Linghu Heng looked arrogant and said: "I, Linghu Heng, do things worthy of heaven and earth, and worthy of my own conscience. I have never done such a terrible thing!" His tone was categorical, leaving no room for doubt.
Su Wugou looked at them coldly, snorted but said nothing, as if he was watching a show.
Yang Xianyang continued to ask: "Then why is it widely rumored that you abducted Lingyao?"
Linghu Heng said: "This matter is deliberately confusing. I, Linghu Heng, have never abducted anyone!"
Yang Xianyang frowned and said, "Is it just groundless? You deny it so much, but is there any physical evidence?"
Linghu Heng said disdainfully: "Find Lingyao and we'll find out!"
At this moment, Su Wugou said coldly: "Huh, Yao Lao is on the way here with Lingyao. I want to see how you, a little bastard, can be so eloquent in the face of the ironclad facts.
,Confusing right and wrong?”
Linghu Heng also said coldly: "I won't bother you, old bastard!"
Seeing how "arrogant" Linghu Heng was, the disciples of the Xuechi sect shouted in unison: "Insolent!" After that, there was another sound of drawing swords, but Linghu Heng didn't bother to look at them.
At this time, someone in the crowd loudly said: "Then the more than sixty righteous lives in your hands must not be fake, right?"
This sentence immediately aroused the anger of the crowd, and everyone said: "Kill a man to pay for his life!"
"Tie up this murderer and burn him to death to relieve the hatred in your heart!"
"Let me tell you, eating its flesh and drinking its blood can relieve your hatred!"
…
Linghu Heng remained unmoved at all, just like a big tree. No matter how strong the storm is, I will remain unmoved. Wu Zhen had already bandaged his wounds and asked with concern: "Junior brother, are you really
Never done that?"
Linghu Heng said angrily: "Big guy, don't you know who I am, Linghu Heng, and others don't know me? Let alone a yellow-haired girl, even if she is as beautiful as a fairy, how can I lay a finger on her?"
Naturally, Wu Zhen knew that Linghu Heng's heart was attached to Yang Zhishuang. Hearing this, he was overjoyed and said, "That's good, junior brother!" After saying that, Linghu Heng's shoulder was slapped with his palm as big as a fan, but he let out an ouch. It turned out that the wound was affected.
.
Seeing that the situation was in danger of getting out of control again, Yang Xian Yang coughed and the whole place became silent. He continued to ask: "Linghu Heng, they all said that you killed more than 60 colleagues of Zhengdao. Is this true?"
Linghu Heng didn't hide anything and replied: "Yes!" He took all the people Linglong killed into his own hands. After all, killing one is still killing, and killing more than sixty is still killing. As the saying goes, if you have too many debts, you don't have to worry, but if you have too many lice,
Not itchy.
Yang Xianyang said angrily: "How dare you flout the sect's rules and harm your fellow disciples?"
Linghu Heng looked at him calmly and said: "People will always kill murderers. They all want my life, do I have to stick out my neck and let them chop me?"
Yang Xianyang was choked for a moment and couldn't find the words to refute. Indeed, let alone now, even when the relationship between the Six Holy Lands is at its best, conflicts with each other still happen from time to time. However, one person can fight against hundreds of people and still kill them.
The "record" of killing more than 60 people is really impressive. If Linghu Heng only killed one or two people, maybe things could turn around. But there were too many people involved, and it was really difficult to protect him. Yang Xianyang sighed inwardly and thought to himself
: "How can they just watch my faction rise one day? They will definitely kill you. It is good for young people to be energetic, but they are too sharp, alas!"
At this time, Fan Ziqian, the law enforcement elder who was fighting against Lingtian Palace Protector Qi Tai, had slightly recovered his spiritual power. Seeing that Linghu Heng still didn’t understand the leader’s intention of protecting him, he contradicted him and couldn’t help but get angry: “You evildoer.
Disciple, why don't you kneel down and admit your mistake?" Although he acted a little unfairly, he still knew right and wrong. He also knew that this was the moment of life and death for the Ancient Sword Sect, and it all depended on Linghu Heng. Therefore, there was a sense of
I hate the feeling that iron cannot become steel.
Linghu Heng gave him a cold look and said, "I was not wrong, why should I admit it?"
Fan Ziqian was so angry that he couldn't speak. Yang Xianyang said quietly: "They didn't make any mistakes, why did you kill them all?"
Linghu Heng sneered and said: "If they don't want to kill me, why should I kill others? Killing is just for self-protection. If they don't attack me, I won't attack others!"
Su Wugou finally couldn't help but interjected: "What a high-sounding reason!"
Linghu Heng said coldly: "Old bastard, if you stand firm and stab me dozens of times, I will plead guilty. What do you think?"
Su Wugou's expression changed slightly. He knew that Linghu Heng's cultivation level was not low. If he was really stabbed with dozens of swords, how could he still be alive? He immediately snorted angrily: "What are you talking nonsense about, you little bastard?"
?”
Linghu Heng sneered and said: "You talk as if you are a saint, but in fact you are not greedy for life and afraid of death?"
Su Wugou covered it up: "I have no reason, so why do you stab me with dozens of swords without fighting back? It's really ridiculous!"
Linghu Heng looked up to the sky and smiled, and after a long time he said: "You old bastards know this is ridiculous, so you still accuse me of murder?"
Someone in the crowd shouted: "We didn't mean to kill you, we just wanted to catch you..."
Linghu Heng smiled and said: "If you don't want to kill me, then others won't want to? I said, I won't offend anyone unless they attack me. Anyone who attacks me with a sword or a sword will definitely fight back with thunder!" When he said the last sentence,
, Linghu Heng didn't smile at all, but looked very serious.
The venue fell into an angry silence.
After a long time, a voice finally came from behind: "Yao Lao is here!" (To be continued)