Martial arts Lingyun

Chapter 730
call out!
With a movement of Xiao Ling's figure, he stood in the air and came to the opposite of the Xuanqiang Patriarch. He looked at the Xuanqiang Patriarch indifferently, and flashed a ruthless look. Patriarch Gun was sent into the coffin.

"Xiao Ling, you killed my four apprentices in the Tongtian Mountain Range, did you think of this moment?"

The ancestor of Xuanqiang held the Hundred Birds Chaofeng Spear, the sword trembled, and he breathed out the light of the spear, and said indifferently: "As long as you bow your neck and kneel down to die, I can consider giving you a good time."

"Otherwise, after you are killed, the descendants of the Mei family behind you will not escape death when they run out of use."

After saying these words, the ancestor of Xuanqiang didn't even look at Xiao Ling. Instead, he looked at Mei Jingyue and continued: "The end of the two of you has been decided. Xiao Ling's mere four-star Wuzong is not mine at all. Opponent. If you join hands with Xiao Ling, there may be a glimmer of hope."

The words of the Xuanqiang Patriarch could be described as extremely arrogant, completely ignoring Xiao Ling.

Of course, with the fame and strength of the ancestor of Xuanqiang, he also has the qualifications for such arrogance. Now in the Tianzhong domain, even Lin Tatian may not be the opponent of the ancestor of Xuanqiang.

Although Xuanqiang Patriarch is half-step Seven-Star Martial Ancestor in strength, he can be compared to ordinary Seven-Star Martial Ancestor in battle!
Seeing that the ancestor of Xuanqiang was so arrogant and arrogant, Mei Jingyue's pretty face showed anger, just when she couldn't help but make a move, Meimou saw Xiao Ling waving his hand at her and giving her a reassuring look, which made her She calmed down her anger.

"Ancestor Xuanqiang, based on your strength, you are no match for Brother Xiao at all." Mei Jingyue mocked: "You miss your apprentice so much, why don't you go down and reunite with your apprentices?"

Hearing Mei Jingyue's words, the ancestor of Xuanqiang's face became gloomy, and he snorted coldly: "Your mouth is also very sharp. Wait until I cut off Xiao Ling's head and see what you have to say." Say!"

"Mei Jingyue's words are true. I will do a good deed later and send you down to reunite with your apprentices." Xiao Ling smiled lightly, his mind moved, he took the Wufeng Sword in his hand, his eyes Looking at Patriarch Xuanqiang, he said seriously: "To be honest, Patriarch Xuanqiang, you are not my opponent. If a lone swordsman makes a move, there is some hope for you and this group of people to fight together."

Hearing this, the ancestor of Xuanqiang was taken aback for a moment, he never thought that Xiao Ling would be able to say even more arrogant words than him when his death was imminent!

"What a sharp-tongued kid, I won't talk nonsense with you, I'll kill you first, and pay homage to the spirits of my four disciples in heaven!"

The Xuanqiang Patriarch sneered, moved his body, shook his spear, and the gun light rushed out, stabbing towards Xiao Ling's throat. The speed of this spear light was extremely fast and powerful. If it was hit, Xiao Ling's throat would be damaged. It will definitely be pierced and killed.

"Exquisite marksmanship!"

Mei Jingyue's eyes were filled with shock as she watched the spear technique displayed by the ancestor of the black gun. This kind of spear technique can be said to be the pinnacle, and I don't know how many times stronger than her.

If she fights with the ancestor of Xuanqiang, she will definitely be defeated under dozens of moves.

Thinking of this, Mei Jingyue's beautiful eyes were full of worry, she clenched her hands tightly, looked at Xiao Ling, and said softly, "Brother Xiao, you must be careful."

In the middle of the sky, Xiao Ling stood in the air, and the glowing spear light rapidly enlarged in his pupils, causing many martial artists present to show mocking expressions, thinking that Xiao Ling must die.

However, facing this incomparably fierce gun light, Xiao Ling remained motionless, and under the black cloak, his expression did not move at all, and he didn't even lift his eyelids.

"die!"

The ancestor of Xuanqiang let out a low cry, a fierce look flashed in his eyes, and he stabbed fiercely with his long spear.

Just when the Hundred Birds Chaofeng Spear came to Xiao Ling's throat, the corners of Xiao Ling's mouth curled up, his mind moved, and the four pairs of wings on his back spread out.

Bang!
Blood wings, fire wings, wooden wings, and soil wings suddenly extended from Xiao Ling's back. Immediately, he vibrated his wings, carrying the sound of howling wind and thunder. Immediately afterwards, Xiao Ling's figure gradually became blurred.

call out!
The century-old Phoenix Spear passed through Xiao Ling's throat, without bringing up any blood, and wasted in vain.

"Afterimage!"

Seeing that Xiao Ling had four pairs of wings, the pupils of the black gun patriarch suddenly shrank. You must know that Wuxiu can only have one pair of wings, that is, when he is at the Martial Emperor level, he can transform his vitality into wings.

After Wu Huang broke through to Wu Zong, Wu Zong could stand in the air, and his speed was much faster than that of wings. Therefore, few martial artists used the method of turning vitality into wings after breaking through Wu Zong.

Right now, Xiao Ling has four pairs of wings and is extremely fast. Dodging his attack is really shocking!

"It's no wonder that four of my apprentices died at your hands. Just take the four pairs of wings on your body, they are absolutely extraordinary! Even if the six-star Wuzong wants to catch up with you, I'm afraid it will be very difficult."

The ancestor of Xuanqiang snorted coldly, and said: "Alright, since you have some ability, the next battle must be interesting."

Looking at this scene, the martial cultivators onlookers showed astonishment, they obviously didn't expect Xiao Ling to escape the attack of the ancestor of Black Spear!
These people looked at the sky, the young man in black robe who stood suspended in the air with four pairs of wings stretched behind his back showed a look of fear in his eyes.

Just relying on Xiao Ling's skill just now, it is enough to disdain the crowd!

"Brother Xiao, you are really scaring me to death."

Mei Jingyue's chest rose and fell, she wiped the cold sweat off her forehead, bit her red lips lightly with her white teeth, and murmured: "Brother Xiao, why do you make the battle so thrilling every time..."

"This kid, it's interesting."

There was not much fluctuation in the eyes of the lone swordsman. In his eyes, no matter how much storm Xiao Ling caused, he was still not his opponent. As long as he made a move, Xiao Ling would definitely die!

"Xiao Ling, take the move!"

The ancestor of Xuanqiang let out a yell, holding the Hundred Birds towards the Phoenix Spear, the spear came out like a dragon, carrying the starting point of the gun rain, like a storm.

"Mysterious Spear Style, Rainstorm Shooting Technique!"

Following the Xuanqiang Patriarch's attack, one after another gun light burst out from the tip of the spear, blasting towards Xiao Ling overwhelmingly. This kind of attack is enough to kill a six-star Martial Ancestor.

Looking at the overwhelming gun light, Xiao Ling laughed loudly, and said: "Mysterious Spear Patriarch, your marksmanship is many times better than your four disciples! It's a pity that with your ability, you really can't What will you do with me!"

hum!
Xiao Ling's blood surged all over his body, just like the blood demon god descending from prison, the blood lotus fire also roared out at this moment, along the blade of the Wufeng sword, wrapped the Wufeng sword, and turned it into a blood-red giant sword.

call out!
Holding the Wufeng Sword in his hand, Xiao Ling drew a circle in front of him, forming a flame shield.

boom!boom!boom!
Countless spear lights whizzed over, blasted into the flame shield, and were quickly incinerated by the blood lotus fire, turning into nothingness.

"Mysterious spear style, piercing through the air and stabbing hard!"

Seeing those spear lights being blocked by the flame shield, the ancestor of Xuanqiang snorted coldly, and once again used the mysterious spear technique.

A huge gun light came through the air, carrying a powerful and domineering attack, and blasted heavily on the flame shield. After smashing the flame shield, it continued to blast toward Xiao Ling's head.

clang!
Naturally, Xiao Ling was not afraid of the remaining offensives. Holding the Wufeng Sword, he swept across and wiped out these offensives.

"Ancestor Xuanqiang, I originally thought that you are old and strong, and you still have the power to fight."

Xiao Ling smiled and said: "Looking at it now, I think you are already old, and you can't exert half of your strength at all!"

Seeing Xiao Ling taunting him, the Patriarch Xuanqiang was filled with anger. Xiao Ling's ability to receive his attack had already moved him, even annoyed him.

"To be able to reach a four-star Martial Ancestor at a young age, and to withstand my attacks with the ability of a four-star Martial Ancestor, Xiao Ling, you are indeed a rare genius!"

The ancestor of Xuanqiang took a deep breath, and said: "I still say the same thing, as long as you are slaughtered, I can leave you a whole body, find a place with a treasured geomantic omen, and bury you in a grand manner."

"I appreciate your kindness. As for the geomantic treasure land, you'd better keep it for yourself."

A trace of sarcasm flashed across Xiao Ling's eyes, and he said calmly: "I didn't expect the ancestor of Xuanqiang to be able to say such childish words at such an age. To be honest, it was an eye-opener for me."

The ancestor of Xuanqiang's old face turned red, his eyes were full of murderous intent, Xiao Ling's teeth were sharp and his words were sharp, making his old face not know how to put it aside.

Just when Patriarch Xuanqiang wanted to shout at Xiao Ling angrily, Xiao Ling stopped talking nonsense with Patriarch Xuanqiang, holding Wufeng Sword, and swung nine swords in a row.

"Nine Swords of Gale Wind!"

Nine Daoes formed by condensing the tornado sword energy carrying the blood lotus fire. Suddenly, the terrifying energy contained in the Gale Nine Swords distorted the surrounding space, as if there were signs of shattering.

Seeing the Nine Blast Swords displayed by Xiao Ling, the ancestor of Xuanqiang was surprised. A mere four-star Martial Ancestor was able to display such an offensive. He was indeed capable of killing his four disciples.

It's just that it's a bit whimsical to want to defeat him.

call out!
Nine flame tornadoes whizzed out, causing the surrounding space to vibrate. It can be seen that one after another, like ripples in the space, spread in all directions.

"Humph!"

The ancestor of Xuanqiang snorted coldly. Facing Gale Wind Nine Swords, he had a solemn look in his eyes. Of course, as an extremely arrogant and powerful person, he would naturally not retreat.

"Mysterious Spear Style! Stormy Pear Blossom Kill!"

The ancestor of Xuanqiang held the Hundred Birds Chaofeng Spear, and danced with dazzling marksmanship, like a spider web, blasting towards the Nine Swords of Blast.

boom!
A deafening thunder sounded, and the martial cultivators onlookers were all caught in a brief tinnitus. Not only that, the waves of fire rushing toward their faces exuded dangerous fluctuations, causing the martial cultivators to step back one after another, with horrified expressions in their eyes. color.

This confrontation is too soul-stirring!
At this moment, the Dark Snake Pool also became quiet. Everyone turned their eyes to the place where the battle fluctuations were raging, and saw Xiao Ling wearing a black robe, standing in the air, without any damage.

"Could it be that the ancestor of Xuanqiang lost?"

Everyone was shocked, and turned their eyes to the ground around the Dark Snake Pool, where a large pit appeared, and then, under the gaze of everyone, the ancestor of Xuanqiang crawled out holding a hundred birds towards the phoenix spear.

At this moment, the ancestor of Xuanqiang was dressed in white clothes stained with blood, and his hair was disheveled. He was quite embarrassed, and his eyes were full of shame and anger.

He actually lost to Xiao Ling!

This cruel reality is unacceptable to the ancestor of Xuanqiang!

(End of this chapter)