Ling Yun's words made everyone in Qianchai Sect dissatisfied.

Feilong, who was in the front, shouted coldly: "You are the boy who claimed to be a mess of Dragon Martial Emperor Sect three days ago? If you don't want to die, get out of here."

"Of course, if you insist on getting along with me, Qianchu Sect, then you can be buried with this monster in a moment."

As soon as he opened his mouth, he was not polite to Ling Yun.

Ling Yun was fearless and sneered on his face.

"Qianxie Sect? What Zhazha Sect? The strongest disciples under the sect are only the first-stage third-level Zhenwu Realm, you?"

Everyone was extremely surprised to see Ling Yun not only fail to escape when he faced the Qiankang Sect's voice, but also ran out to confront the Qiankang Sect.

Now, after hearing Ling Yun's words, he undoubtedly took a deep breath.

This kid really dares to say anything.

He actually said that Qianchao Sect is a Zhazha Sect?

He actually mocked Fei Long for being just an early warrior in the third stage of the Zhenwu Realm?

What qualifications does he have to say that Qianchao Sect is a Zhazao Sect?

What kind of warriors at the first level of Zhenwu Realm look down on warriors at the third level of Zhenwu Realm?

As for the people from Qianchu Sect, they were even more indignant.

"Senior Brother Feilong, this kid dares to look down on our Qiankang Sect so much. In my opinion, we don't need to talk nonsense to him. We just kill him and tell everyone that those who dare to challenge our Qiankang Sect will definitely not have a good end."

A disciple of Qianhack Sect suggested to Felon.

The other disciples all agreed when they heard this.

Feilong was also full of displeasure, and his eyes looked at Ling Yun were full of fierceness: "Then don't talk nonsense with this little bastard and just do it. No one who blames us Qianchu Sect is qualified to live in this world."

"kill."

In an instant, hundreds of people burst out with great momentum and rushed towards Lingyun and the giant elephant.

"court death."

Ling Yun's eyes condensed, and he slapped the giant elephant's body suddenly, indicating that it would take action with him, while he took out the ancient sword of Qiankun.

Today I will use these people to establish my authority.

If you kill these Qianhack Sect people, I'm afraid no one in the surrounding forces dares to make the Five Elements Land again?

then.

"Dragon Martial Sword Technique."

The ancient sword of Qiankun in his hand released a thousand feet of light.

Purple thunder dragons continued to condense in the air, and a total of 20,000 purple thunder dragons continued to condense in the air, bursting out with extremely terrifying momentum. This momentum made everyone around them stunned.

None of them expected that Ling Yun, who was at the first level of Zhenwu Realm, was so powerful.

In amazement, more than 20,000 purple thunder dragons fell from the sky and attacked the Qianchu Sect.

The giant elephant also roared to the sky and rushed towards everyone.

This moment.

The heaven and earth roar.

The offensives of both sides were crazily confronted.

There were loud noises.

Ling Yun's body also disappeared from the spot with a sound.

In an instant, it turned into afterimages, shuttled between the other disciples of Thousand Hammer Sect.

The strength of those disciples of Qiankang Sect did not pose any threat to Ling Yun, and they had no time to take care of Ling Yun's Dragon Martial Sword Technique.

The most important thing is that Ling Yun used the mystery of wind to drive his speed to the extreme, which left those disciples of Qianhammer Sect no room for counterattack.

Only the sound of screams began to sound in the roar of heaven and earth.

Then the disciples of Qianxie Sect fell straight from the air one after another, and blood stained the sky.

In less than a stick of incense, only one hundred disciples of Qianxiu Sect were left.

That is Feilong in the early stage of the third level of the Zhenwu Realm.

This result surprised everyone.

Even extremely suffocating.

"This... this kid is too strong, right?"

"Kill hundreds of enemies in a blink of an eye? Should you be so fierce?"

"Is this kid really a kid at the first level of Zhenwu Realm? Even if someone says he is a late-stage warrior at the third level of Zhenwu Realm, I will believe it without hesitation."

Everyone from the other forces in the distance was almost stunned.

Frightened.

Too frightened.

When Feron saw that all his hundreds of his fellow disciples were killed one by one, he was shocked to an extreme level.

"How could you...be that strong?

Feron's whole body trembled.

"You no longer have the chance to know. Because I said that without my permission, anyone who dares to step into this place will die. Unfortunately, you disobeyed my words, so... die."

Ling Yun showed no mercy to him.

What he said before was definitely not just a joke.

If Feilong was a middle-level warrior of the third level of the Zhenwu Realm, Ling Yun might not be his opponent, but with this giant elephant, it should be enough to kill him. But now Feilong is just a disciple of the early stage of the Zhenwu Realm.

In front of Ling Yun, you don’t need to have the qualification to carry shoes to Ling Yun.

"Qinglian Sword Technique, Qinglian Sword Formation."

Ling Yun was still not stingy with his own methods. The sword in his hand danced in the air and quickly condensed into a huge blue lotus giant sword. The giant sword fell heavily on Feron. Feron tried his best, but it was useless.

In the end, he died completely under the sword.

Ling Yun used the Heaven-Swallowing Furnace to absorb and refine everyone, and his entire body stood in the air independently, trembling in all directions.

Seeing this, everyone around them showed fear and fled.

In an instant.

The sky above the noisy Duanyue Valley returned to peace again.

Ling Yun then returned to the Five Elements Land.

When he saw Ling Yun coming back, Wen Zhihan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Ling Yun saw that Ao Feng Yuanlin was still sprinting to a higher level, so he did not disturb him. Then the three of them continued to enter the cultivation, as if nothing had happened before.

...

Half a day later.

Qianxi Sect, in a palace on the top of a mountain.

A man in his forties and fifties was enjoying his tea.

He is one of the three elders of Qianxie Sect: Fei Xu.

"Elder Fei, big...thing is wrong, Fei...Senior Brother Feilong..."

A disciple rushed in in a hurry.

Fei Xu was disturbed and was very unhappy, but when he heard the name of his son Feilong, he raised his eyebrows and asked coldly: "Let me talk slowly, what about Feilong?"

"Senior Brother Fei was killed."

The disciple sank in his heart.

Clang.

The teacup in Fei Xu's hand fell to the ground, and he almost jumped up.

He rushed to the disciple with almost a steed step, grabbed the disciple's lichen collar and lifted it up.

The disciple looked horrified, but then he told everything about Feron's trip to Duanyue Valley.

"What?"

"Where did the macaque come from, even my son dare to kill."

"Take some core disciples with me and quickly go to Duanyue Valley with me. I want to kill that kid himself to avenge my son."
Chapter completed!