Savoring Ling Yuelan's words, Ding Meng couldn't help but fall into deep thought.
Ling Yuelan smiled: "These troubled times have arrived, and the chosen ones should bear their own responsibilities."
Ding Meng was a little surprised: "The sect master also knows about the chosen one?"
Ling Yuelan said leisurely: "The Dasheng Dynasty stands on this continent with the holy tree as its symbol. There is more than one chosen person. Doesn't our Lingxian Sect also have a holy tree to protect us? Long Yao was the chosen person back then, and he followed you.
Going down the mountain was all expected by me. She died in battle on the western border, which can be regarded as seeking kindness and receiving kindness. If you leave this sect today, you will leave as the chosen one."
Ding Meng said: "Am I going to die as well?"
Ling Yuelan shook his head and said: "This is not something I can predict. I can only say that I can tell you everything I know."
Ding Meng said respectfully: "Master, please speak!"
Ling Yuelan said word by word: "Three days later, Tianqing will hold his 135th birthday party at Tianjia Manor on the outskirts of Tianjing."
Ding Meng was horrified and moved: "Does the master of the sect also know what happened back then?"
Ling Yuelan sighed: "It's a pity that our sect does not accept male disciples, otherwise I would have let the boy named Zheng enter, and I would not have let him embark on a road of no return. If he had not died, how could Yu Xingyang be involved?
, if Yu Xingyang was not involved, how could Long Yao follow him down the mountain? Everything is a cycle of cause and effect. Dreams, shadows, fog, and flowers are all empty. Because of the thoughts in my heart, I turned into an illusion and made me go to the dream...
"
Ding Meng savored her words again, and slowly raised his hands and said, "Thank you, Master, for telling me."
Ling Yuelan looked at him: "Are you ready to go?"
Ding Meng nodded. This incident had been buried in his heart for thirty-five years. It was a past that he had never wanted to look back on, but today it was time to end it.
Ling Yuelan said again: "You just plan to leave like this?"
Ding Meng said in surprise: "Do you have any other instructions, Master?"
Ling Yuelan's cloudy eyes suddenly shone with a glimmer of light at this moment: "How can I, Ling Xianmen, be a place where you can come and leave whenever you want?"
Ding Meng's eyes also flashed with a glimmer of light: "Does the sect master want to teach the younger generation?"
"Don't dare!" Ling Yuelan said in a deep voice, "Today's Dasheng royal family is no longer the original Dasheng royal family. If you can't even go down to the Holy Mountain, then I don't think you need to go to Tianjia Manor. Anyway, go
If you die, you will die. If you die there, there won't even be a burial place like the smelly ditch. If you die in my immortal sect, I will give you a good burial."
Ding Meng's heart moved, and he immediately nodded and said: "Okay, please give me a move, senior."
Ling Yuelan then looked around and spoke majestically: "Everyone, please step back!"
Dozens of disciples immediately retreated and kept a distance of twenty meters from the martial arts arena. The purpose of this was to prevent the two from fighting and injuring others.
According to the rules of Dasheng Kingdom, Ding Meng took the initiative to walk to the center of the martial arts field.
Ling Yuelan stood up slowly. At this moment, she no longer had that senile look. Her whole body was exuding a brilliant brilliance, like a sword about to be unsheathed. In fact, she had devoted herself to cultivation over the years, keeping a low profile, and now she is rejuvenated.
Sharp-edged and full of energy.
Ding Meng did not dare to underestimate her. The cultivation level of this Lingxian sect leader was faintly approaching the level of an interstellar warrior. To be honest, being able to cultivate to this level in Dasheng Kingdom was like a miracle. But now Ding Meng
The injury has not healed yet, that is, he is at the level of a junior martial artist. If there is a fight, it is hard to say who will win.
Ling Yuelan stared at Ding Meng, suddenly stretched out her hand and said: "Here comes the knife!"
Immediately, a disciple came over holding an exquisite tray. Lying on the tray was the Lingxian Sword. The green scabbard was inlaid with seven pearls. Its dazzling brilliance eclipsed the entire martial arts arena.
Ling Yuelan stretched out her hand to hold the sword and stared at the scabbard carefully: "Since Long Yao's death, this sword has not been unsheathed for more than twenty years. You can be proud of today's battle. My immortal sword kills the ugly people in the world.
, wipe out all thieves in the world, and complement your heroic knife."
Ding Meng was in awe: "Thank you!"
Ling Yuelan added: "Yu Xingyang regards you as his successor. You must have learned something over the years."
Ding Meng said leisurely: "The Phaseless Divine Sword is indeed worthy of its reputation."
Ling Yuelan's face darkened: "Where is your knife?"
Ding Meng was very calm: "The knife is here!"
Ling Yuelan frowned and said, "Where is the knife?"
Ding Meng said leisurely: "Everywhere!"
This is very similar to the situation in the battle between Yu Xing and Yang Long Yao, but the answer is completely different.
Ling Yuelan said: "Okay, it seems that your sword skills are far better than Yu Xingyang's."
Ding Meng had already activated his source energy. He pulled his palms out of the air, and a straight and bright long sword suddenly appeared in his palm. It looked like a Tang sword, but in fact it was more like an ancient sword.
Ling Yuelan gestured: "Please!"
Ding Meng said: "Please!"
There was a "choking" sound, like a dragon's roar, and the knife was unsheathed.
This was the first time that Ji Chenxue saw the real Lingxian Sword. At this moment, the blade emitted was no longer just light, it was a seven-color brilliance in reality, comparable to the rays on a starship.
Ling Yuelan's real body also disappeared, and a white cloud appeared in the mid-air, like a beautiful gauze tent. Countless rice-like strong winds roared out of the tent, rolling towards Ding Meng like a tide.
Seeing the leader of the Lingxian Sect take action in person, Ji Chenxue realized that she had a solid foundation than any warrior in the Federation Empire. These ice-type Gangfeng had actually been trained to the point where they were in liquid form, instead of simply freezing the opponent.
, this alone is amazing enough.
The strange thing was that Ding Meng actually stood still and allowed the ice energy to hit his body. Soon his whole body was wrapped in a blue blister, just like a human specimen in amber.
Ji Chenxue may not know what kind of sword technique this is, but the minds of others present are very clear. This is the first style of Lingxian's sword technique, "Hanjiang Wenxue".
This kind of sword technique emphasizes lightness, elegance, and freedom. After it is performed, it will be as beautiful as a flying fairy, dazzling and dazzling. Just when you are stunned by this beauty, you will fall. In other words
In other words, as long as you can display it, it will be difficult for your opponent to resist.
Yu Xingyang knew this truth when he fought against Long Yao, so the method he adopted was to "stop the killing". If you want to use it, I will prevent you from drawing the sword.
Now seeing that Ding Meng was frozen into blisters, many disciples of the Lingxian Sect were whispering. Almost everyone thought that Ding Meng was finished. Even Ling Yuelan was a little surprised: Are you going to die?
But seeing Ding Meng still blinking in the blisters, Ling Yuelan couldn't help but be surprised. This was not because Ding Meng was holding on, but because Ding Meng respected her generation of seniors and did not take the initiative to attack.
In just this moment, Ling Yuelan felt a huge crisis, because Ding Meng's counterattack must be terrifying.
Sure enough, Ding Meng flew up with water bubbles on his body, and suddenly the lightsaber in his hand stabbed out lightly. This was the Thirteen Styles of the Heavenly Sword. It seemed careless and casual, but each sword was an elite killer.
Ding Meng, who flew into the air, stabbed out three swords in a row slowly. Not only did the blisters disappear, but the lightsaber also produced circles of bright white halo. Under the catalysis of the powerful heat source, the Lingxian Sword created
The curtain was disintegrated bit by bit until there was no trace left, and Ling Yuelan's true body was floating in the air.
Seeing that Ding Meng's mediocre sword style was so powerful, Ling Yuelan also looked shocked. She no longer planned to use the second and third styles. She knew that these ordinary moves were useless against Ding Meng.
Ling Yuelan gritted her teeth, raised her hand and slashed at Ding Meng's head. The Lingxian sword expanded several times in an instant, as if a big wall was smashing down on Ding Meng. Ding Meng held the hilt of the sword with one palm and slashed at it with the tip of the sword.
Go up to the top.
"嗗————"
The collision of the two giant energies immediately emitted a large amount of breath fluctuations and water mist in all directions. This was the blend of ice and fire, and the most direct collision of hard power.
Ling Yuelan's purpose was obvious, it was to test Ding Meng's true depth.
Ten seconds later she knew she was wrong. Ding Meng's lightsaber was always radiant and as stable as a rock, but the size of the Lingxian sword was gradually shrinking. Ding Meng's heat source energy was not only endless, but also extremely powerful.
It is strong and the breath is rich and unparalleled. This is impossible to achieve without hundreds of years of accumulation.
But Ding Meng is only in his early forties, how did he cultivate these essences?
In fact, this is related to Ding Meng's experience. Ding Meng does not use divine light energy now, but actual thermal energy. All of this thermal energy was quickly absorbed during the three years in Jiyan Star. This is different from Ling Yuelan's years of experience in
It's completely different behind closed doors in Holy Mountain.
Seeing that the Lingxian Sword was about to be beaten back to its original form, Ling Yuelan once again soared to a higher place. A bright and dazzling light rose vertically into the sky. Several humanoid mirror images loomed in the air, flickering and appearing. One of them was wearing a pure white Taoist uniform.
The veiled woman shuttles through the white curtain
In the mist, she has a graceful figure and infinite charm, just like a fairy who has descended into the world. Her manners are different, her graceful appearance is myriad, and several rays of fairy light are flowing through it. This scene is like a fairy descending to earth, which is intoxicating. This is exactly
It is the strongest form among the Lingxian sword techniques "Nine Heavens Mysterious Girl".
This style was used by Long Yao before, and Ding Meng also used it in the Fengyun Conference. Now it is even more amazing when Ling Yuelan performs it himself. This fairy mirror image almost completely enveloped the martial arts field, and even Ji Chenxue felt his eyes sting.
The other disciples of Lingxian Sect retreated far away again, and no one could open their eyes.
However, Ding Meng made no move to respond. He turned over in the air and landed firmly on the ground. His lightsaber was retracted in his hand. His expression was very calm, as if he didn't care at all about this wonderful scene in the sky.
As soon as he landed, all the fairy images miraculously disappeared, and Ling Yuelan's true form reappeared. She also slowly landed on the ground, landing in the center of the martial arts field.
Ding Meng bowed his head and cupped his hands: "Thank you, senior, for your advice!"
Ling Yuelan stared at him: "Why don't you fight back?"
Ding Meng smiled: "Senior is extremely powerful, I am willing to be defeated!"
Ling Yuelan stared at him for a long time and suddenly sighed: "Both Yu Xingyang and Long Yao are too far behind you..."
She paused again and continued to sigh: "I am too far behind you!"
As soon as these words came out, everyone around them had expressions of disbelief. The sect master actually admitted defeat and bowed his head. This was simply unbelievable.