5000 years of urban cultivation

Chapter 247 Uncle, Is It You
"Who did you talk about just now?" Jiang Ling raised his brows, his face changed slightly.

"Emperor Sikong Nihong, you can honorably be called Emperor Sikong." The man replied respectfully.

Sakong Neon?

Jiang Ling's pupils constricted, and his heart felt turbulent.

Sikong Nihong, why would she want to kill me, it's impossible.

Also, she clearly said that she was going back to get back what belonged to her, and she agreed to come to the founding ceremony after getting everything back.

But instead of waiting for Sikong Nihong, Jiang Ling waited for the killer sent by her.

"Where is she?" Jiang Ling asked with a frown.

"It has nothing to do with you. Now that your identity has been determined, let's go."

The man stroked the sword box on his back with his backhand.

"Where did you come from, go away, this is my battle." Ye Mantian frowned depressedly.

Is this funny?

A thing that came out of nowhere, dare to steal his limelight, I really don't want to live.

Ye Mantian had used his spiritual knowledge to probe this person's strength long ago, and it was ridiculous that he had no cultivation at all.

"Did you hear that, get out of here." Yemantian burst into pressure on the man with the sword on his back, glaring at him coldly.

Jiang Ling is his opponent, Ye Mantian must kill him in front of everyone.

However, Ye Mantian's body froze suddenly, and he looked at the man in horror, his eyes were bloodshot.

Without a sound, his head fell off, and he fell into a pool of blood.

The scene suddenly fell into a deathly silence, no one saw that Ye Mantian was beheaded by someone.

Only Jiang Ling's pupils contracted, and he looked at the man carrying the sword box very solemnly.

It is estimated that only Jiang Ling saw clearly the process of the man's sword being drawn.

It was too fast, even Jiang Ling's naked eyes couldn't keep up with the movement of his sword, it was only captured by the sword's sense.

Cut off Dong Xuqi's head with a sword, it was like playing, the man didn't even open the sword box, he just pinched his sword fingers and used the sword energy to do this.

"Very strong." Jiang Ling's expression was unprecedentedly solemn, even if he was in the base camp of Feixian Mountain, he didn't have full confidence to win against that man.

This is probably the strongest person Jiang Ling has ever met, and looking at the sword box on his back, he should also be a swordsman.

Sword cultivator is famous for killing, even Jiang Ling can't sense his cultivation level, which means that he is either something with a veiled aura, or his cultivation level is as high as the sky.

Either way, it shouldn't be taken lightly.

When Jiangling was confronting the man with the sword on his back, Ye Mantian slowly recovered from his injuries and could barely move, but the wounds hadn't healed completely, and his face was pale under the serious injuries.

"Thank you for not killing me, I won't bother you."

With a sullen face, Ye Mantian nodded to the man with the sword on his back, and then walked away without looking back.

At the moment when his head was cut off, he really felt the feeling of death. The other party was fully capable of crushing his soul and killing him, but he kept his hand.

You should just want to punish me.

The more Ye Mantian thought about it, the more he felt palpitations, and he almost died here. There are really hidden dragons and crouching tigers in this world.

The Immortal Lord hid in Yemantian's sea of ​​consciousness, and saw what was happening outside the whole time, and fell silent at this moment.

When Jiang Ling met that terrifying sword cultivator, he would be seriously injured if he didn't die. I hope he can be killed.

The fairy master sighed secretly.

……

On Feixian Mountain, after Jiang Ling and the man with the sword looked at each other for a moment, the other party spoke first, his lips twitched and said softly:

"You are very good, with superb swordsmanship, and returning to the basics, I will give you a chance on my own initiative."

These words are very arrogant, if it were anyone else, Jiang Ling would have slapped him to death long ago, but the man with the sword on his back has the capital to say such words.

"I will only strike once, and after one strike, regardless of life or death, I will leave immediately."

His face was cold and his tone was calm, as if he was talking about an insignificant matter.

A powerful and unparalleled aura emanated from his body, calming everyone down.

Jiang Ling smiled slightly: "Then let me see your strength."

Instead of being surprised, he was overjoyed, and there was a kind of excitement that he was delighted to see.

It is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to meet such a master in kendo!

The man with the sword on his back was expressionless. He touched the sword box with one hand and slapped it suddenly.

In an instant, a dazzling sword light shone for nine days.

The speed of his sword was extremely fast, and there was no movement.

Jiang Ling saw a round of light rising, and then subconsciously had a feeling of death.

Without even thinking about it, he took advantage of the situation and slashed out with a sword.

"Boom!" The two forces collided out of thin air, producing a huge impact.

Jiang Ling's feet were unstable, and he was shocked to retreat several steps, and the bronze long sword in his hand was also shattered by the monstrous sword energy, turning into scattered bronze light and pouring back into his body.

"Crack."

The aftermath pierced through Jiang Ling, swept all the way, and crushed it out, leaving a hideous sword mark on the surface of Xiancang.

Seeing the sword mark, Jiang Ling raised his eyebrows in shock. As the owner of the Immortal Cang, he knew too much about the Immortal Cang. The sword just almost broke through the Immortal Cang, which proved how terrifying it was.

And the man with the sword on his back was shocked by Jiang Ling's full-strength sword Shisan, and took several steps back before stopping.

He was actually shocked by the sword move, five steps.

His eyes lit up, how many years has this happened?
When he looked at Jiang Ling again, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he revealed a stiff smile for the first time
Now, it's interesting.

After reading it at a glance, he kept his promise, and as expected, he turned around and left without doing anything again.

"Wait, what happened to Sikong Nihong? Why did she want to kill me?" Jiang Ling asked loudly, but unfortunately he didn't get a reply.

Soon, the man walked away and gradually disappeared from people's sight.

However, Jiang Ling was distracted by Sikong Nihong and the man with the sword on his back, and he didn't have the mind to preside over the founding ceremony of the Zongzong. He asked Yu Hongchang and the others to come forward, but he left.

Arriving inside Feixian Mountain, Jiangling recruited the Skynet killer.

Silently, a black figure appeared in front of Jiang Ling, and respectfully knelt down on one knee: "The emperor."

After Feixian Mountain became an imperial power, Jiangling's name will also be changed, becoming the emperor.

"Is there any news about Sikong Nihong?"

"No, the person we tracked her lost the target halfway through the tracking. The other party may have entered a place where the enchantment is restricted."

"Go down, let me know as soon as there is any news." Jiang Ling sighed.

I don't know what happened to Sikong Nihong. It seems that she got back what belonged to her, so she has the power to command a peerless master like the man with the sword on his back.

But why did she kill me?
Jiang Ling couldn't figure it out.

The founding ceremony of Feixian Mountain lasted for three full days. During this period, the world was feasted and countless precious treasures were distributed.

After the celebration, the status of the Feixianshan Dynasty rose, and then the celebration brought fame to the world, and it was also recognized by the whole world. It became the real number one power, and its status was unshakable.

And on the fourth day after the Feixianshan celebration, in a high-end restaurant in the capital city of the southern coastal province, the waiters were busy.

"Xu Qiao, be careful, the person from Xinghai Pavilion has been waiting for you for a few days, if you are caught by him, you will suffer."

One of the middle-aged waiters, taking advantage of the spare time of work, whispered a reminder to a sweet-looking girl.

"The salary of this part-time job is high. I need this money. I will be careful. Thank you, Sister Wang." The girl replied in a low voice, carrying a plate into the back kitchen.

Seeing the girl walk away, the middle-aged woman sighed: "This poor child has no one to rely on. It's hard work alone."

At this moment, a long row of Rolls Royces suddenly drove past and stopped at the door.

A young man with a strong aura got out of the car, and asked all his followers to stay in the car, and walked into the restaurant by himself.

The middle-aged woman's complexion changed wildly, and she quickly greeted him respectfully.

With her many years of observation skills, she can tell at a glance that this young man has an extraordinary temperament!Not for nothing.

"How many are you?" She asked respectfully.

"Two people, help me find a quieter place." Jiang Ling smiled.

After sitting down, Jiang Ling frowned slightly.

Just a few hours ago, he suddenly received a message that the man said that he had known Jiang Ling for thousands of years, and he had something important to tell him.

This restaurant is the meeting place designated by the other party, but he doesn't seem to have arrived yet.

Not long after, a young man with a strong breath broke in with a group of congenital strongmen.

He glanced over, just in time to see Xu Qiao coming out with a water glass.

"Damn, I finally found you. Why, you, an ordinary person, being able to be my woman is a blessing that you can't cultivate in a few lifetimes. You still don't want to?"

He walked over with a cold face and grabbed Xu Qiao.

"I, I." Her face was pale, she was helpless, how could she resist?
"Follow me." The young man showed a ferocious expression.

"Wait until I give this glass of water to the guests." Xu Qiao walked towards Jiangling with the water glass in her hand, while constantly thinking about how to escape.

The young man guessed Xu Qiao's small thoughts, and followed her closely with a sneer.

Seeing him following behind, Xu Qiao turned pale.

It seems there is no escape this time.

At this moment, she came to Jiang Ling and put the water glass in front of him: "This is the water you want."

"Thank you." Jiang Ling replied casually without looking up.

At this very moment, Xu Qiao froze for an instant, trembling all over.

this voice.

Is that you, uncle?

(End of this chapter)