Reborn Sword Emeperor in the City

On the other hand, several martial arts elders are also talking about: "who saw the brushstroke just now? Did you lose or win?"

"It's hard to say. I didn't see it clearly. I've already used my last unique skill. I'm seriously injured, but master Ling won't be too easy to take it."

"I dare to say that they will not win in the end, but they will not win soon."

Just as several elders were talking, there was a flash of light over the big pit. Master Ling had already appeared in the air. Then, a very embarrassed figure climbed out of the big pit. He was just writing.

Brushwork was in a mess. His clothes had become strips of cloth. His face had no blood color. He was like a beggar. He seemed to be old for many years, like a dead man. "I didn't expect that I was the last one to lose. I lost," he said

Although he didn't want to believe it, he knew that he had lost. Master Ling was stronger than he thought. Only Shifu could fight him. Now his aura had disappeared. What's more, the move just now was eating him back, and his breath of life was disappearing. Now even the immortals can't save him.

"That's what I expected." Ling Feng said coldly.

The warriors who watched the battle not far away knew who the final victory belonged to when they saw the appearance of the two men. Master Ling won, and the leader of the brushstroke alliance lost to master Ling. They could not accept the result. After all, the brushstroke dream was the strong one in the northwest, and the top warrior in the whole northwest martial arts world. Many martial arts idols, big disciples of sword maniacs.

"I don't believe it. I don't believe it. It's not true. It must not be true."

"It's impossible for the leader of the pen cutting alliance to lose to master Ling. Master Ling is not qualified to be the leader of the Wulin alliance in Northwest China."

Most of the warriors don't want to believe the ending. If they are tied, they can accept it. But when the penmanship is defeated, they can't accept it. Their eyes are gloomy and they sigh for the penmanship.

Ling Feng simply ignored these words, but fell on the ground, looking at the front has been seriously injured.

"Cough. Now that I've lost, I have dignity to be the loser. " After coughing up a mouthful of blood, he stood up tremblingly. He knew that he had not lived long, and even the immortal could not save himself. Instead of dying like this, he would rather die happily in master Ling's hands. The swordsman himself should die under the sword. This is his end result.

"Well, the dignity of a loser, I'll help you, too." Lingfeng light said, this is also Lingfeng front opponent have a little awe, then Lingfeng hand with green spirit sword, to the brushstroke.

"Thank you, master Ling."

Bifu smiles and is very happy. Although he loses, he doesn't have the slightest resentment. Bifu slowly closes his eyes and stands in the same place. He doesn't have any regret. All the martial artists on the scene watch Ling Feng walk towards Bifu, holding a sword in his hand. They are very suspicious and they also guess what Ling Feng is going to do.

"What is master Ling going to do? Is he going to kill Biwa? Although the penmanship is lost, it is not dead. "

"Master Ling is too arrogant. If he dares to kill, the sword maniac will not let him go."

The warriors are talking about it, and they are all expressing their opinions. After all, Bifu is the eldest disciple of the sword maniac. Beating him is like beating the sword maniac in the face. If master Ling wants to kill him, it will be serious. Moreover, this place is still the territory of the Tianjian sect, and Bifu is also the leader of the Tianjian sect.