"What did you say!?"

In an instant, the cultivators from the Burning Jelly Sword Sect all looked cold in an instant.

They all raised their sword intent and enveloped Ling Tian and others.

As for the monks in the desert who had just paid the spirit beads and were about to enter the city, they also stopped.

They looked at Ling Tian and others, and their expressions became strange.

Didn’t these people see the prince of the Great Mongolian Dynasty being killed just now?

"Ling Tian, ​​what are you going to do!?"

Feng Xingyu and others suddenly turned around and roared at Ling Tian.

They are now afraid that Ling Tian will provoke the Burning Jhin Sword Sect and thus implicate them.

Feng Xingyu doesn't want to be targeted by the Burning Sword Sect after entering the city.

"It seems that you are not convinced yet!"

"Do you want to die?"

Yan Zhuo sneered, then the flaming sword in his hand was raised, and the sword was powerful and swallowed towards Ling Tian.

Yan Zhuo had already wanted to do something. Now, seeing Ling Tian dared to be so arrogant after entering the Kowloon Secret Realm, he immediately became angry.

"presumptuous!"

But before Yan Zhuo's sword power arrived, Feng Chiyue beside Ling Tian took action first.

Although Feng Chiyue is not a sword cultivator, because she is possessed by the ancient ice tower, she is the top Taoist cultivator talent. The magic sword in her hand is raised, and almost instantly, it stirs up an endless smell of frost.

The fiery sword force that made Yan Zhuo's rushing flames was frozen in an instant.

No more can come!

"What!?"

In this way, Yan Zhuo's expression suddenly changed.

He originally thought that the reason why Feng Chiyue was able to rank tenth on the Kowloon Battle List was just because she was the saint of the Feng family, just a vase.

But I never thought that just a frost breath can freeze his sword!?

What kind of Taoist will is this!?

"You must be disrespectful to my husband!"

At this time, Feng Chiyue was like a different person. Her cold temperament was like a ruthless and cold goddess in the upper world. As her voice fell, the breath of wind and frost suddenly condensed into a sharp sword, whistling.

Cut off!

The sword energy was seven hundred feet high, and wherever it passed, on the city wall, was dyed with a layer of frost!

Although in terms of momentum, it was not as terrifying and domineering as Pei Hanjiang of Tianjian Pavilion, but it was enough to change Yan Zhuo's face!

"not good!"

At this time, Yan Zhuo also realized that Feng Chiyue's cultivation was extremely high, and she had even reached the level of the mid-stage purple palace!

Just this level of cultivation is enough to make her ranked among the top ten in the Jiulong Battle List.

"Flames of the Sky"!"

In this way, he also directly used his strongest sword move, which was also 700 feet tall, shaking the dim void.

But even though he blessed his martial spirit and cultivation power, because his sword power was suppressed, his sword technique still could not exert his full power.

boom!

Click!

Therefore, the moment the two sword energy were shaken together, Yan Zhuo's sword energy was still shattered.

Not only that, the endless power of frost swallowed it!

When everyone recovered, they suddenly realized that Yan Zhuo had turned into an ice sculpture.

"Senior Brother Third!"

A group of monks from the Burning Sword Sect were shocked, but before they could rush over, the Chengdu ice sculptures transformed by Yan Zhuo actually cracked one after another!

"Die, dead!?"

"This, is this the strength of the Feng family's saint!? So strong!"

For a moment, many monks from the deserted states couldn't help but exclaim.

They thought Fengchiyue was just a vase, but now it looked like a god of killing!

Yan Zhuo, who ranked 49th in the Kowloon Battle List, was actually killed after just one encounter!

"Fengchiyue, you're in trouble!"

But when Feng Xingyu recovered, he couldn't help but smile and roar.

Yan Zhuo is just the third leader of the Burning Jin Sword Sect, but now that Feng Chiyue kills him, it is equivalent to offending the entire Burning Jin Sword Sect, and even the Tang family behind it!

"Who dares to be presumptuous on the territory of my Burning Jhin Sword Sect!?"

And at this moment, a gloomy voice also sounded from the ancient city.

Everyone's faces changed, because, accompanied by this sound, the more fiery flame sword force was heard.

Even inside the city wall, there was a red light surging, like a volcano that was about to erupt!

"Second Brother!"

"I would like to ask the second senior brother to avenge Senior Brother Yan Zhuo!"

On the city wall, a group of cultivators from the Burning Sword Sect also knelt down one after another.

In the eyes of everyone, a sword cultivator who seemed to be wrapped in hot flames slowly flew up.

He was wearing vermilion armor, holding a giant flaming sword in his hand, and his eyes were as sharp as an eagle. After sweeping over Yan Zhuo's corpse, flames were even more angry in his eyes!

"You, kill me, the cultivator of the Burning Jhin Sword Sect!?"

His eyes fell on Feng Chiyue. Although Feng Chiyue was still shrouded in the frost storm and was imposing, there was still no fear on his face.

"The second leader of the Burning Jhin Sword Sect, Ning Lie, Ning Huang's younger brother!"

"Hiss, although this person is only thirty-one on the battle list, his cultivation has reached the middle stage of the Purple Mansion. It is said that the sword is strong and domineering, and may not be Feng Chiyue's opponent!"

"Wang Chiyue dares to kill Yan Zhuo, Ning Lie will never give up."

Everyone exclaimed as they looked at the aggressive Ning Lie.

Although Feng Chiyue had shown her strong strength just now, she was a woman after all, and she only took action once. Even if she was strong, she would definitely not reach the top ten of the Kowloon Battle List.

"So what if you kill it!"

Feng Chiyue looked cold, as if killing a Yan Zhuo, it was no different from killing an ant.

"Then you all have a dead end today!"

Ning Lie smiled grimly, and the flame heavy sword in his hand slowly raised it at this time.

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At this time, the last ray of sunset at the end of the sky completely disappeared into the gaps of the mountains, and the sky was already dark.

Suddenly, the sound of wind, like a ferocious beast, suddenly rose from all directions of the ancient city.

All the monks outside the city changed their expressions. They suddenly realized that on the mountains and earth, there seemed to be blood-red fog surging towards the ancient city like countless big snakes.

Although they couldn't see clearly what was hidden in the blood-red fog, the terrifying bloody and cold atmosphere made them shudder.

There must be something serious danger hidden in the fog!

"There is not much time left, just get rid of these people quickly!"

At this moment, Ling Tian, ​​behind Feng Chiyue, suddenly spoke, "You guys deal with other people, let me leave this guy!"

After saying that, Ling Tian headed towards Ning Lie on the city wall.

"good!"

Feng Chiyue nodded and rushed towards other cultivators of the Burning Sword Sect with Shen Wanfu and others.

The monks in the deserted states in the city were all frightened to see this. Is the war still about to break out?

Moreover, what does Ling Tian mean? He didn't seem to take this strength seriously at all!?

They could understand Feng Chiyue’s arrogance. After all, he was the saint of the Feng family, tenth in the Nine Dragons Battle List, but why is Ling Tian?

He was on the Kowloon Battle List, but he didn't even enter the top 50.
Chapter completed!