The Dragon from Hell

Guan Ling looked down at Gusu Li with a cold look, and his aura was overwhelming.

Gusu Li's chest was red, and blood was still flowing from the corners of his lips. He was half kneeling on the ground.

His long sword was on his back, but he couldn't make a move. Even the fan in his hand was stained with blood.

"Disciple doesn't think he is wrong."

He was always gentle, but today he was particularly stubborn. He looked at Guan Ling firmly.

Hui Ling stood aside, with no expression on her face, but like Gusu Li, she stood facing Guan Ling.

She didn't say anything, but her standing there represented her attitude.

"Haha, you are rare."

Guan Ling also understood Gusu Li. Although the two were in different mountain gates, he still admired Gusu Li.

However, Guan Ling had only one comment on his current behavior - stupidity.

"Do you mean to rebel against the sect for a mortal?"

Guan Ling stared at Gusu Li indifferently, and spiritual power was already surging in his body. The whole long street suddenly felt cold because of Guan Ling's spiritual power.

Qin Feng lowered his eyes and saw that a layer of frost had condensed on his old boots.

The crowd of onlookers dispersed instantly.

When immortals fight, mortals suffer. Except for the disciples of the two major sects, the rest of the ordinary people and even the cultivators with lower cultivation hurriedly stayed away from the center of the dispute, fearing that they would be affected.

Qin Feng raised his eyes indifferently and his eyes fell on Gusu Li.

Gusu Li looked at Guan Ling firmly, clasped his hands and said: "Forgive me, disciple..."

——Swoosh!

Before he finished his words, Guan Ling had already made a move.

The air made a condensed explosion sound, and ice flowers exploded in the space, heading straight for Gusu Li's face.

Gusu Li's eyes suddenly gathered, but he could not fight back. He could only turn around and immediately build a barrier with his spiritual power to protect himself.

It was called protection, but in the face of absolute strength, he could not withstand Guan Ling's attack at all.

"Puff!"

The moment his barrier opened, it collided with Guan Ling's ice flowers and shattered instantly.

The next second after the barrier shattered, he was blown away like a kite with a broken string, leaving a long drag mark on the street that had already condensed a layer of frost.

Blood was spilled, and the frost in the space was like winter.

This time Hui Ling did not move, but stood there expressionlessly watching Gusu Li fall down.

Feng Xing frowned, opened his mouth but said nothing.

Sang Cancan clenched his fists, and although he was unhappy, he suppressed it.

In any case, Gusu Li was from Fengling Mountain. What was it to be taught a lesson by the elders of Wangya Mountain in the street?

As for Zhan Ming and the others, except for Zhan Ming himself who had no expression and no reaction, Feng Xin and the others were all gloating, wishing that Gusu Li would suffer more.

"I ask you, do you want to solve it or not?" Guan Ling had no reaction to Gusu Li's vomiting blood. He had not yet retracted his outstretched hand, and his tone was still indifferent.

"Disciple, I can't..."

——Boom!

Another frost broke, cutting through the air around Gusu Li, knocking him out.

This time, Gusu Li not only vomited blood, but his pure white robe had been cut, and blood seeped out from all parts of his body.

The frost that exploded just now turned into sharp ice blades, which directly made him lose the ability to resist.

"As an elder, I still need to remind you."

Guan Ling said faintly: "As an elder of our sect, although I don't belong to the same mountain sect as you, I am also qualified to discipline you."

"You should know how my Wuxiang Sect treats those who don't listen to discipline. If you disobey the sect's orders, your end will not be good."

"In addition, I am now ordering you as a sect elder. If you disobey... I can kill you."

Hearing this, the disciples on Fengling Mountain immediately talked about it, but Gong Jin's eyes lit up.

Once Gusu Li died, the "unbreakable" oath would lose its effect, and the problem would be solved.

And...

His eyes fell on Hui Ling, and his eyes were obscure.

As a disciple of the sect, you can't easily take action when facing the elders' teachings.

Once you take action, it will be regarded as a rebellion against the sect, and it is not a pity even if you are surrounded and killed by the sect.

You can resist, but you must never take the initiative to attack.

This is why Gusu Li has not drawn his sword until now.

But if he continues like this, he will die.

Even though he is really vulnerable compared to the cultivators in the early Jindan stage and Yuanying stage, he still has a chance of survival if he fights back now.

But Gusu Li will naturally not fight back.

He forced himself to get up, and kept the half-kneeling posture again, and still folded his hands towards Guan Ling: "Disciple, I'm sorry I can't obey your order!"

At this time, half of his face was stained with blood, and there was a wound on his face, but his eyes were particularly firm.

He was not only doing this for Qin Feng, but also for his own Dao heart.

What's more...

In his peripheral vision, there was the figure of a woman standing in the wind and snow, looking thin but not fragile.

This time, Qin Feng's name was agreed to be erased from the merit book. She should have been very disappointed, and she couldn't be disappointed again...

"Very good."

Gusu Li's reaction seemed to be within Guan Ling's expectations. He didn't get angry at all, but raised his hand again indifferently: "Later, I will go to your master in person to explain it clearly. "

An elder killed a disciple, and a disciple who disobeyed the sect's orders. Just an explanation is polite.

As for the Gusu family... there is no need to explain.

Because even if the current head of the Gusu family is here, he will only make the same decision as Guan Ling.

Rebelling against the sect for a mortal, it will only bring shame to the sect and the family!

——Crack, crack, crack!

This time, the wind and snow condensed in Guan Ling's palm, and then froze into ice blades out of thin air, suspended in the air.

Then Guan Ling let go and pushed, and all the ice blades went towards Gusu Li's face!

This time, the sound of more than a dozen ice blades cutting through the air was particularly harsh, even in the air. When flying in the air, it was trailing cold air, which showed its great power.

If all these dozen ice blades hit Gusu Li's body, even if he didn't die, he would lose half his life.

Seeing this, Qin Feng's eyes condensed, and there was a wave of spiritual power in his body.

But before he could make a move, he saw a white figure coming towards him.

——Swish!

The sound of the long sword being unsheathed was particularly harsh, especially on such a quiet street.

Not to mention the other disciples, even Guan Ling himself was stunned.

Someone actually dared to draw a sword?

I saw the green long sword flying through the air, the sword energy was ethereal, and it directly swept away all the dozen ice blades.

The cold air had not yet dissipated, and the person who took action revealed his face—it was Hui Ling!