The disciples of the Cangqiong Sect who had just stepped into the tent knew that a few sharp swords were coming towards them. They raised their swords in their hands and greeted them. "Clang, Clung, Clung" sounds, and the swords in their hands broke in response. Just when they were shocked and frightened, a bright and masculine face appeared in front of them. Then they saw the young man raise a sunny smile, but the swords in his hands became even more powerful.

Several screams sounded, and the disciples of the Cangqiong Sect who broke into the tent were immediately chopped away by the treasure sword in Ling Tianyun's hand. Several people broke through the tent and fell to the ground. "Damn it," Zhuo Qingchen shouted angrily. He remembered that Ye Yinfeng appeared here, so another young man should be here too. He did not expect that his fellow disciples would be chopped away by Ling Tianyun so easily.

"Miscellaneous men from the Cangqiu Sect, you Mr. Ling are here. If you have any kind, you will rush in again." Ling Tianyun raised his sword and inserted his left hand into his waist and shouted fiercely at the shocked disciple of the Cangqiu Sect outside the tent. Zhuo Qingchen was so angry that he almost spit out a mouthful of blood. The jade flute in his hand turned into afterimages and attacked Ye Yinfeng, while Ye Yinfeng blocked the jade flute in his hand like a soft willow in his hand.

"Who is the rat? How dare you come to the Cangqiong Gate to cause trouble?" A loud shout like spring thunder spread, and then a middle-aged Taoist priest rushed out of the tent and came directly outside the tent. When he saw the disciples of Cangqiong Gate who were rolling on the ground and wailing, a bear-like anger shot out in his eyes. He looked at the disciples of Cangqiong Gate who were hesitating with his long sword. A nameless anger filled his chest. He carried the whisk and rushed towards the tent.

When Ling Tianyun saw someone rushing in, he decisively raised his sword and slashed towards the man. A gorgeous sword light blew across the dark space and whistled towards the man. The whisk in the man's hand raised, and the filaments that were stirring up instantly surrounded the gorgeous sword light. Ling Tianyun felt a powerful suction force sucking the precious sword in his hand. His heart was shocked, and the roaring Nine Yang true energy surged up, and the hot true energy spread out, but he also saw the man's face clearly.

"It turned out to be you two boys. I didn't expect you to die in such a hurry." The man was suddenly Yu Zhanzi. With a wave of the whisk in his hand, the huge suction force almost sucked away the precious sword in Ling Tianyun's hand. Although Ling Tianyun was shocked, he was not panicked. The true energy in his dantian gushed up, and his feet stood firmly as if they had roots. The treasure sword in his hand turned towards the filaments wrapped around the knife and quickly cut away.

With a "hiss", several white silks were cut off by the precious sword, and Yu Zhanzi was even more angry. The whisk in his hand shook, and the whisk swept towards Ling Tianyun like a white air that exploded. The sword in Ling Tianyun's hand burst out with a sharp light. His feet sank, and the sword raised and slashed away. The whisk that turned into countless white silks tumbling up, and the storm that was stirring up and attacked the sword light in Ling Tianyun's hand.

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As a sharp turn as wind and lightning, the sword in Ling Tianyun's hand penetrated through the ten thousand white silks, but his figure had already landed behind Yu Zhanzi. The iron sword light in Ye Yinfeng's hand reappeared, and several sword lights shot towards Zhuo Qingchen like rain, causing Zhuo Qingchen's face to change. The jade flute in his hand condensed several jasper-like lights. He turned and passed by Ye Yinfeng. The sword light left a sword mark on his clothes, and there were several tiny holes on Ye Yinfeng's sleeve.

The wild waves surged, and the strong wind roared and the overturned tent was torn apart by the remaining energy. The scene was in disarray. Ling Tianyun and Ye Yinfeng stood side by side. There was no fear in their eyes, but instead raised their chests and looked at the crowd of the Cangqiong Sect. Twenty or thirty Cangqiong Sect disciples surrounded them, and their eyes showed confusion and resentment.

Several disciples of the Cangqiong Sect have already lost their breath of life. "Elder, there are several disciples in the tent who have been killed by these two thieves. Please avenge the brothers of the same sect." Several disciples of the Cangqiong Sect checked another tent, and they ran to Yu Zhanzihui in panic. When Yu Zhanzi heard this, his face turned even more blue. He did not expect that Ling Tianyun and Ye Yinfeng were so crazy.

"You two little thieves actually harmed me ordinary disciples of Cangqiong Sect. This account can't make up for your crimes even if you crush your bones and ashes." Yu Zhanzi said fiercely with a sweep of dust in his hand. He felt even more heartbroken. These disciples were all brought out by him, but they were killed by these two kids. How did he explain to Cangqiong Sect that even if they were killed, they could not make up for the losses of Cangqiong Sect.

"Old Zamao, are you still shameless? Your Cangqiong Sect has listed us as the list of people who must be killed. Do we still be polite to you? If you can do the first day of the lunar calendar, can't we do the fifteenth day? It's such a big joke." Ling Tianyun raised the sword in his hand and said without hesitation.

"You..." Yu Zhanzi was so angry that he was speechless by Ling Tianyun's words. He opened his eyes and raised his whisk to point at the other party.

"Why, Lao Zamao, as an elder, do you want to make things difficult for us younger generations? Are you afraid of damaging your reputation when you tell me it? The young one can't beat you, so the old one will come. The Cangqiong Sect has only such ability. It is also known as the leader of the four ancient martial arts sects. I think that in terms of shamelessness, your Cangqiong Sect can indeed be called the first one." Ling Tianyun said with a tit-for-tat knife.

"You two little thieves, killing my fellow disciples, and they dare to speak out here. You are so cruel at such a young age, and it is not tolerated by the world. Ye Yinfeng, do you dare to fight me openly, regardless of the outcome, and only life and death will be determined." The jade flute in Zhuo Qingchen's hand shouted to Ye Yinfeng. At present, he is the only disciple of the Cangqiong Sect who has the strength to compete with Ye, Ling and the other disciples have limited talents and insufficient strength.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, why are you so arrogant? Are you shameless? In addition to setting up layers of siege in Huangquan Town, your Cangqiong Gate also laid heavy troops to guard the Linglong Valley into the valley, in order not to let us enter the valley smoothly. Zhuo Qingchen, you are known as the same as Zuo Qingshan, but your courage and mind are really much worse than Zuo Qingshan. It's not that I, Ling Tianyun, despises you, but that you really can't do it." Ling Tianyun stopped Ye Yinfeng's answer, and he shouted loudly to the other party.

"Ling Tianyun, don't be proud. If you have the ability, you fight me, how about?" Zhuo Qingchen's face turned cold, and the jade flute in his hand suddenly burst out with a faint light. He had always been arrogant and arrogant, but he could not bear Ling Tianyun's sarcasm, especially when he compared Zuo Qingshan with himself.

"I'm afraid of you. Isn't it just a small song that shows off the rhythm of wind and snow? What's the 'Blue Sea Tide'? It's so magnificent. Today someone broke your song with applause. I'll break the song with a song. How about it?" Ling Tianyun said fearlessly.

"Okay, let's go to your divine song tonight." Zhuo Qingchen said in a cold voice, and the jade flute in his middle rippled with a layer of faint light, which was like the tide of the sea. I saw the jade flute in his hand wave, and the jade flute suddenly made a faint sound, and then the jade flute in his hand was placed horizontally under his lips. The flute sound was short and fast, and in an instant, waves of waves surged up.

"The river is like a dragon, and the mountains are like a tiger..." Ling Tianyun raised the sword in his hand, and the stormy sword lights rose up one after another. At the same time, the rough and heroic song in his mouth resounded through the sky. However, his body movements were faster and faster. The sword in his hand turned into several shadows and struck Zhuo Qingchen who was standing in the night. The flute sound faintly emanated from layer by layer, and the substantial sound wave blocked the sword light that Ling Tianyun had slashed.

Seeing this, Ye Yinfeng couldn't help but shook his head. He knew that Ling Tianyun could almost use the tune he shouted to break the other party's flute song. The music technique is to use sound to turn into a mysterious force to disturb the other party's mind. Sound wave power is transmitted through sound transmission. Sound waves emit huge power from sound waves. Those who are not deep internal force will be affected and their mind will be lost. But in addition to disturbing the mind, the power contained in sound waves is also extremely terrifying. A powerful divine rule can kill thousands of enemies. Of course, the person who plays the music must also have strong internal power support.

"The long roar and roaring the sky and singing to cry, the dragon and tiger leaping with bells and drums,..." Ling Tianyun's body was like a wind. While singing the unknown song, he condensed a brilliant sword light and waved it away. His voice was like a thousand pounds of force, and every word and sentence was clearly heard into everyone's ears. Although the tune he sang was not very good, it made people feel excited when they heard it.

The waves surged up, and the waves suddenly rose. Zhuo Qingchen's flute sound changed again, becoming long and loud. Ling Tianyun seemed to feel himself on the sea level that was surging the sky. The sword in his hand waved and danced to split the huge waves that were surging. The huge waves were surging, and the huge waves raised from the sea surface rushed towards him, and the sword in his hand also burst out with thousands of gorgeous sword lights.

"A sword cuts through the sky, and a passionate history book, and he puts great responsibility and hard work on his muscles and bones," Ling Tianyun's feet slashed and slashed, as if he was stepping on the layers of huge waves. He raised his sword and slashed, and the huge wave turned into a splash of water in the sky and boiled. Zhuo Qingchen's face began to turn a little flushed, and he cut through the huge waves with one knife and slashed at him. He stepped on his feet, like a floating immortal walking on the waves.

"A man is a dignified man, and he is a man of awesomeness. The sun and moon rise and fall in the wind and clouds are spitting out..." Ling Tianyun's song became louder and louder, and his voice was about to break through the sky. The sword light in his hand flashed, and his body slashed towards Zhuo Qingchen, who was elegant and wind-like. The flute sound carried an invisible magic power permeated Ling Tianyun's heart, but the loud and heroic song in his mouth sounded, and the flute sound turned into residual energy and overflowed everywhere.

"Looking up at the countless mountains and rivers, looking at the flowing light, the sun and the moon rise and fall, the wind and clouds are spitting..." Ling Tianyun's voice became more and more rapid and louder. At the same time, his movements became faster and faster. Everyone saw afterimages piercing through the vast night. Several brilliant sword lights shrouded towards Zhuo Qingchen. The flute sound also became more and more rapid at this time, and the storm was about to come and the sea surface was huge.

"Boom" with a spring thunder, everyone's eyes felt a stream of colorful light surging, and the two figures also separated. Ling Tianyun's clothes were messy and his hair was flying randomly. The sword in his hand was tightly held in his hand, and his body kept the movement of holding the knife and slashing forward, but he was motionless, as if he was frozen.

With a "wow", Zhuo Qingchen's face changed, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth. The jade flute in his hand was even more dim as bright as before. When his sleeves brushed the blood at the corner of his mouth, his eyes were a little complicated, and his face became a little pale. In the end, he didn't say a word and turned around and left.
Chapter completed!