Sword Master Ling Tian

"Tell you, old stuff, I am General Xuanwei of the Qingshan Army of Yangzhou. I am ordered to act and get out of here!" The Helan Mountain Master said coldly.

"What about the general? Don't you dare to violate the laws of the royal court? We are also family members in the army and we are ordered to move to Zhongzhou!"

Unexpectedly, the old man is also a spineless person, holding hands.

"Hahaha, family members? What family members? Shishi Xiaoguan's family members? I also want privileges to fail, go back!"

The group of young men and women in Chinese clothes seemed to be interested and laughed.

"Damn it! My grandson Feng Yao repeatedly made meritorious service in the battle of the Lingnan border, and was named a guerrilla general by Wang Ting! He bought it with blood! Why are you waiting for insult?"

The old man was furious, and a group of children behind him were flushed and embarrassed.

"Hahahahaha!"

Unexpectedly, as soon as the old man's words fell, the group of young masters and ladies burst into laughter, and even tears came out.

y debuted "B-.

"It's **** interesting, a **** guerrilla general, do you dare to come out and say it? Or a country savage from Yunzhou!"

"I just insulted you, what's the matter?"

Helanshan sneered.

However, after the crowd, Ling Tian frowned, a little thought flashing in his eyes.

Feng Yao?

This name sounds familiar.

At the beginning, in Xiaofeng Town, the barbarians colluded with the Yunding firm to attack Xiaofeng Pass. The deputy commander of the guard at the time seemed to be Feng Yao.

He had some impressions that Feng Yao's cultivation was not high at the time, but he was quite courageous.

It's only two years ago, but now I think about it, but it seems to happen in front of my eyes. Back then, Ling Tian himself was nothing but a spring warrior, but now he has already cast a golden body, and his combat power is comparable to that of Dharma, he is the top of this region.

Ling Tian frowned. He still had a lot to do when he was heading to Zhongzhou. If not necessary, he didn't want to cause trouble.

But maybe he doesn't care about it?

This group of people are from Yunzhou, and they are also members of Feng Yao's family. He has no reason to ignore it because of their feelings and reason.

Ling Tian's heart turned, and Leng Ran drew deep in his eyes, looking up.

Before the shop, the faces of the Feng family's children became extremely ugly, their eyes were gloomy, and their eyes were blood red.

"You waited to deceive people too much!"

The Feng family is also a big family, and now moving to Zhongzhou is also at the call of the Zhongzhou family. It was a happy event. Today, he is plainly insulted.

Thinking of this, this person looks ugly.

The old man's eyes flickered, and his eyes flickered sharply, "Today, you can't wait to give me an explanation, don't want to leave!"

"My Feng family has been in the army for generations, and most of the men died under the hands of the barbarians, so they will never be insulted by you!"

"Yes, our children from the Feng family are absolutely not humiliated!"

All of a sudden, a group of young people also stepped forward, holding the sword in their hands and shouting.

When the other martial artists around saw this, they all sneered and talked, retreated, leaving the venue for them.

As local warriors in Yangzhou, they know the origin of Helan Mountain, and the families of these so-called guerrilla generals are really looking for death.

The old man of the Feng family's aura soared, and in a blink of an eye the aura in the middle of his golden body dissipated, and he was hunting in his clothes.

"Hmph, a group of country pigs and dogs, dare to provoke me to wait! Looking for death!"

When Helan Mountain stepped forward, he was about to do something, but at this time, after a group of young masters and young ladies, walked up to a big yellow-faced man.

"Young Master Helan, it's enough to leave these trivial matters to Ahuang, and the eldest son will let me protect you and wait for your safety."

The big yellow-faced man stepped forward, releasing all his cultivation bases, and he reached the peak of the golden body mid-term as the waves of aura rolled.

"Come on, I will convince you to die!"

The sudden appearance of the yellow-faced man changed the expressions of Feng's family, but there was no fear.

"Feng family disciple, end the battle!"

A middle-aged warrior from Feng's family cried out, and the five warriors next to him instantly stood by their corners. The breath in the body broke out, and the worst of them also had the cultivation base of Ningpo's late stage.

With the addition of the Feng family elder, the seven breaths are vaguely connected at this moment, turning into a general trend, colliding with Na Ahuang's aura.

When the yellow-faced man saw this, his complexion was slightly dark, and his mouth snorted coldly.

"No matter what today, if you wait, you will die!"

After speaking, he flipped his hand slightly, took out a four-foot war knife and pulled out, and the sharp breath escaped, which made people shudder and frightened.

"cut!"

As soon as he exited, the sword fell.

Spiritual power riots, tumbling and tumbling, condensing into a blade of light, a hundred feet long, fierce flames, and it seems to shatter the air in front.

The old man of the Feng family shrank his pupils and his expression was solemn, but deep in his eyes, there was no fear. Although this yellow-faced man is strong, he uses the power of the battle formation to superimpose the cultivation base of seven people, and he can also fight one of them. The outcome is still unknown.

Humph!

With a low hum, a palm fell.

The seven people's body instantly burst into vitality, and the Qi machine drew it, causing Feisha to move, and the aura suddenly rose.

This vitality is condensed into a handprint of one party, which is more than a hundred feet long, white in color, and very texture, just like substance.

Breath induction, the power gap between the sword and palm print is extremely small, if it is hard to shake, it is extremely difficult to tell the winner.

But at this moment, the eyes of the big yellow-faced man flashed a little differently, and he did not expect this group of seemingly ants, but there are some ways.

But the corners of his mouth were still slightly curled up, which was full of hideousness.

"puff!"

At this moment, a child of the Feng family snorted behind the elder of the Feng family. He was hit hard in an instant, and retreated with tears of blood, and his life was unknown.

Suddenly, the old man of the Feng family was frightened and angry. At this moment, the battlefield was broken, and the power of his palm prints plummeted. How could he be the opponent of that yellow-faced man!

The blade of the sword fell mercilessly, the palm prints were broken, the limbs were broken, and the blood rained.

The elder of the Feng family was wounded and retreated. The five people behind him, including the child who died first, also screamed again and again, and they were all annihilated.

The evenly matched situation changed instantaneously, which was beyond everyone's expectation.

The old man of the Feng family looked miserable, his eyes were still unbelievable. The six people behind him are the elites of his Feng family, who carefully trained them. In order to cooperate with his practice, the seven people joined forces, not weaker than the late golden martial artist. Because of this, his Yunzhou Feng family was noticed by the Zhongzhou family.

But now, the children have been abolished and everything is gone.

He turned around and saw a pale yellow dagger with a short blade, which flew back into the hands of the yellow-faced man, and quietly abolished the Feng family's children. This was the thing.

In one fell swoop, the face of the yellow-faced man was quite proud.

Holding the dagger in his hand, he sneered Senran.

"Haha, Ahuang, your Hidden Killing Blade really deserves to be a middle-grade artifact, but using him to kill a contemplative disciple is really a shame!"

Helanshan smiled with his hands in his hands.

"Huh, it's just a taste of it occasionally. It's an honor for him to die under the hidden killer's blade."

A hint of blush flashed across the face of the big yellow-faced man. If it weren’t for the Feng family’s old man who suddenly made a battle that was beyond his expectation, he would not use the Hidden Killing Blade. Moreover, with his killer move, he could not kill one person!

Naturally a little bit ashamed at this time.

"Next, you are the old thing!"

The yellow-faced man looked at the old man of Feng's family, held the war knife in his hand, and raised it again.

"Hehe, even if my Feng family died on the battlefield, there would be no regrets or regrets. But death in your despicable hands, I am really unwilling! Feng Yao, remember to take revenge for me!"

The old man shook his head and smiled miserably. Now he is in danger without any means to his Feng family!

At this moment, he stood in front of the Feng's family, and he was under his protection.

"Hehe, I have a bit of courage, but, in front of me, it's useless! Yunzhou is full of mountain barbarians, so you shouldn't be alive!"

"Today, I will kill you all, and see Yunzhou **** still dare to come to my Yangzhou to run wild!:

The yellow-faced big man said, cut it out with a knife, and went straight to the head of the old man of the Feng family and fell.

This knife was enough to make him completely wiped out.

But at this moment, a golden light flashed, and a figure of a warrior instantly inserted between the two, with his robe sleeves slightly swinging, and this killer move was easily transformed.

The comer turned around, his eyes were dark and restrained, his expression was calm, and his complexion was calm.

This person is Ling Tian.