Reborn Sword Emperor in the City

On the other hand, several martial arts elders were also discussing one after another: "did any of you see whether the written criticism lost or won just now?"

"It's hard to say. I didn't see it clearly. The pen attack has used the last trick and was seriously injured, but master Ling won't be too easy to take it."

"The final victory is unknown, but I dare say they are not dead. The result of the competition will come out soon."

While several elders were talking, a light flickered over the pit. Master Ling had appeared in mid air. Then, a very embarrassed figure climbed out of the pit. He was writing.

His writing was in a mess. His clothes turned into cloth strips. There was no blood on his face. He was like a beggar. He seemed to be old for many years, like a dead man. Bihua trembled and said, "I didn't expect that the last loser was me. I lost."

Although he didn't want to believe it, he knew that if he lost, master Ling was stronger than he thought. Only master can fight him. Now his aura has disappeared, and the move just now is eating him back, and his breath of life is also disappearing. Now even immortals can't save him.

"This is what I expected." Ling Feng said coldly.

The martial artists who watched the battle not far away knew who the final victory belonged to when they saw their presence. Master Ling won, and the leader of the pen attack alliance finally lost to master Ling. They could not accept this result. After all, the pen attack dream was the strong one in the northwest and the top martial artist in the whole northwest martial arts world. The idol of many martial artists and the eldest disciple of sword maniac.

"I don't believe it. I don't believe it. How could the leader of the pen attack alliance lose to master Ling? It's not true. It must not be true."

"It's impossible for the leader of the pen attack alliance to lose to master Ling. Master Ling doesn't deserve to be the leader of the Wulin alliance in Northwest China."

Most martial artists are unwilling to believe this outcome. If they are tied, they can accept it, but if they lose, he can't accept it. Their eyes are gloomy and sigh for the pen attack.

Ling Feng ignored these words, but fell to the ground and looked at the pen attack that had been seriously injured in front.

"Cough, cough. Now that I have lost, please ask Master Ling to kill me directly. As a loser, I have the dignity of a loser." Bihua coughed up a mouthful of blood and stood up trembling. He knew that he had not lived long. Even a fairy could not save himself. It was better to die in master Ling's hands than die like this. The swordsman himself should die under the sword. This is his destination.

"Well, the dignity of the loser, I will help you." Ling Feng said faintly, which is also that Ling Feng was a little in awe of his opponent in front of him. Then Ling Feng took the green spirit sword in his hand and went to the pen attack.

"Thank you, master Ling."

Bifa smiled and was very happy. Although he lost, he didn't have the slightest resentment. Bifa slowly closed his eyes and stood where he was. He didn't have any regrets. All the martial artists present watched Ling Feng walking towards bifa with a sword in their hands. They were very confused. They also guessed what Ling Feng was going to do.

"What does Master Ling want to do? Is he going to kill Bihua? Although Bihua lost, he won't die."

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

The martial artists are talking about it one after another. They are all expressing their opinions. After all, Bihua is the eldest disciple of the sword maniac. Defeating him is like beating the sword maniac's face. If master Ling wants to kill him, it will be serious. Moreover, this is still the territory of Tianjian sect, and Bihua is also the leader of Tianjian sect.