Painting of the Nine Immortals

"Xian Ling, I waited for you for seventeen years and finally waited for you."

The words fell, and a handsome young man in black came forward from his front, his expression was cold and powerful.

"Ok?"

Ling Xian raised a brow and looked at the man who was approaching. He was a little familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was.

Therefore, he had to ask: "Who is your Excellency? Have I offended you?"

Hearing that the man was suddenly stunned. After that, the coldness on his face disappeared and he was replaced by shame.

"You ... you don't even know me! Damn, you forgot my cold front!"

The man was furious, and the terror swept out, shaking the Quartet.

He waited for Lingxian for seventeen years, but now, the person who has always been the target does not remember himself at all, how can he not feel angry?

"Ah, it turns out that you are a cold front. No wonder I have a little familiarity." Ling Xian was surprised, and after a moment's thinking, she understood why the man was full of murder.

It is nothing more than being unwilling to be defeated by oneself, deliberately coming to a snowy shame.

"Damn, am I in your heart, so insignificant?"

Leng Feng looked somber and gritted his teeth. "Since you left Zongmen, I have been here waiting for you for an hour every day, waiting for 17 years, but you have forgotten me!"

"This…"

Ling Xian smiled bitterly and could understand Leng Feng's mood at the moment.

The object who waited for 17 years was regarded as an object that must be surpassed, but he did not remember himself at all, and he could not bear it anymore!

But he really doesn't remember the cold front, who else can he blame?

"Damn, you **** it!"

The Leng Feng rushed to the crown in anger, and the horror sprang up.

The disciples who happened to be passing by were also attracted and rushed over from a distance.

"After all, it's been so many years, and some forgetting is inevitable."

Ling Xian couldn't laugh or cry, and said to myself, if you know that I even remember the two guards, how would I feel? It is estimated that three liters of blood will be expelled directly.

"I don't care if you forget me or not. After this battle, I will always be in your heart."

The cold front stepped out one step, and the momentum emitted was more and more terrifying, but it had already reached the mid-term. It can be seen that he has grown a lot in these ten years.

"Looks like you are so troubled that you are looking for me." Ling Xian frowned.

"Yes, seventeen years, this humiliation has been in my heart for seventeen years, and today I will be ashamed."

Leng Feng's face was gloomy, and he was already full of anger, plus Ling Xian didn't take him to heart, even more angry.

"In the middle of Dandan, the cultivation speed is good. Unfortunately, this strength is still not my opponent."

Ling Xian glanced briefly at the man and said, "I just returned to the ancestral gate. I don't want to do anything with you, and quickly retreat, so as not to insult myself."

"This time, you can only be humiliated."

Leng Feng smiled proudly, his face full of self-confidence: "It's been seventeen years, and I've waited for a full seventeen years. Today, I must suppress you and knock down the altar."

"Suppression?"

Ling Xian glanced at Leng Feng a little, and said, "That big match, we were playing fair, without humiliation. If you insist on treating me as if you're humiliating you, that's fine, I will give you a chance today.

"Whether you give it or not, I will suppress you today!"

Leng Feng dismissed a smile, and a dark blade appeared on his right hand. Suddenly, the intention of killing gushed like a tide, causing the temperature of this space to drop suddenly.

"Well, let's settle you before going to work."

Ling Xian sighed slightly, then stretched her right hand flatly, and made a pleased move.

"Go ahead."

The words fell down, and the monks gathered to see the lively conversation immediately began to talk.

"Isn't that Master Xian? The opposite of him is Leng Feng? Looking at this posture, it is necessary to fight."

"It's normal. Compared with the four lessons of more than ten years ago, Master Xian will kill Leng Feng in one stroke. Anyone who changes will be unwilling."

"Who do you say will win? I guess Leng Feng is more likely to win. You don't know. Since he lost to Master Xian, the whole person is as if he has become enchanted, and he is madly practicing."

"Yeah, and his cultivation is already in the mid-term of Dandan. It is progressing fast. It is estimated that he will win this battle."

Everyone talked a lot, and they were more optimistic about the cold front.

One was because he was too hard to cultivate, and the cultivation also reached the middle of Jiedan. Ling Xian has been away for more than ten years, and no one knows what he is doing now.

"Did you hear what they said?"

Leng Feng stood with his sword, his eyes fixed on Ling Xian, and said, "In the past seventeen years, I have cultivated madly and squeezed every potential of myself. There are many times when I am only one line away from death, for you beat."

"Now, I finally have the strength to defeat you, Xianling, you can taste the taste of being defeated by you!"

Leng Feng held a knife to point to Ling Xian, and his cold killing intention firmly locked him.

However, he did not move at all.

"I haven't lost a lot since I practiced. But I think that even if I lose one day, I won't feel as bad as you."

"Then try it, and when I defeat you, you will know the taste!" Leng Feng grinned, and the black knife in his hand broke down!

brush!

The black sword broke, and in a blink of an eye, the chill made the people in the audience suddenly change color!

However, Lingxian was still so light and unpredictable.

"There are losers, but they will never be you."

Slightly speaking, Ling Xian slowly stretched out two fingers, and in everyone's astonished eyes, gently gripped the knife.

clang!

A clear sound echoed, set off everyone's dull faces.

Only the cold front was not sluggish, he was not surprised and rejoiced, smirking: "My cold front knife is not so easy to pick."

The words fell, and the power was out!

The bright black sword erupted, condensed into a hundred feet of sword, and split from the top of the nine days, wanting to split Ling Xian in half!

This scene changed everyone's color again, and it was hard to hide the fear in their eyes.

"Haha, Xianling, let's die!" Leng Feng laughed loudly, and a proud look appeared on his face.

"You are too proud."

Ling Xian glanced at the man lightly, and let the hundred swords fall without any defense. However, when the blade was only three inches above his head, it disappeared with the wind.

After that, he clamped the **** of the black knife and began to exert force. There was no Shenhua Chongxiao and no momentum flow.

But as soon as he pushed hard, everyone heard a crisp sound.

"Ka!"

A crisp sound sounded, and the black knife broke and fell to the ground.

It also fell to the hearts of everyone present.

They looked at Ling Xian with all eyes, shocked, feared, and unbelievable.

Stand still, let Dao Mang break without breaking?

Using **** to force the black knife to break instantly?

Oh my god, how powerful is this? !!

Everyone was shocked, and their faces were filled with incredible.

In particular, the cold front was shocked to the point where it could not be added, and it was even difficult to breathe.