"Fei'er!"

After a long silence, Feng Lin of Wanjian Sect finally burst out with a roar of extreme sorrow.

He suddenly raised his eyes, and a strong hatred burst out from his eyes, shouting sternly: "Yang Que! You are so brave! You dare to kill my beloved disciple. Today I will tear you, the devil, to pieces!"

After saying that, a sword light flashed in his hand, and a green spirit sword suddenly appeared. At the same time, an extremely fierce murderous intent quickly spread out, filling the entire hall.

"Devil, come your life!"

Feng Lin shouted angrily, gently pulled the spirit sword in his hand, and several sharp sword flowers, carrying green sword light, shot towards Yang Que like rainy pear blossoms!

"Fellow Daoist Feng, no!"

Seeing Feng Lin having murderous intent and attacking with a sword, Xu Chong and Bai Ting of the Heavenly Demon Sect suddenly changed their faces slightly and exclaimed in unison.

However, those sword lights could not stop, and with the sound of howling wind broke through, directly blocking Yang Que's retreat everywhere.

Feng Lin's mouth showed a ruthlessness, waved his sword light, jumped up, and slashed towards Yang Que, who had no way to retreat!

Yang Que's pupils shrank slightly, the golden light of the scorching sun trembled, and the sun rose instantly, and the light shone brightly, directly melting the howling sword light.

Then a silk thread floated out and was about to be printed on the forehead of the Fenglin.

"Fellow Daoist Feng is careful!"

Bai Ting seemed gentle and elegant, and was not too quick to deal with things. At this time, when he saw the golden silk thread, his face suddenly changed. He shouted quickly, his figure flashed, and used a strange asynchronous method, knocking Feng Lin to the ground like lightning and rolled a few times.

"laugh!"

The golden thread passed through Feng Lin's neck with a slight difference and was printed on a stone pillar in the hall.

"Bang!"

The stone pillars that were surrounded by the two people broke directly from the middle and fell to the ground with a bang!

Yang Que took a few steps, and a cold light flashed in his hand, swelling and directly hit Feng Lin's head, with a biting cold tone: "For the sake of the sect leader, I can give you a chance, get out now, or die!"

If Song Fei dares to insult Wan Yao, he must die. If he dares to take revenge, Yang Que doesn’t mind killing the roots!

"Elder Yang..."

When Xu Chong saw that he placed the knife directly on Feng Lin's head, he felt shocked and was startled. He hurriedly came to persuade: "Elder Yang must not, let fellow Taoist Feng go first, let us talk well."

As a sect that is as famous as the Yugui Sect, Wanjian Sect came to personally plead for the Tianmo Sect today. It is reasonable and it should be forgotten.

However, Yang Que not only directly killed the genius who was rare in a century, but now he also threatened the elder of the Wanjian Sect. How could this be done?

If he slipped his hand and killed him again, the Yugui Sect would be really angry this time. At that time, the other three sects would unite directly and take the banner of destroying the Demon Sect. There were countless sects in Xiangguo following him.

At that time, the Ghost Reward Sect was really over.

No matter how powerful Yang Que is, can he withstand the encirclement of so many monks?

So when he saw Yang Que put the knife on Feng Lin's head and did not hide his murderous intent at all, Xu Chong's heart began to tense up.

"Elder Yang, give me some face and put away the magic weapon first... Master Wanfeng, come and help persuade..."

Yang Que's current strength is extremely terrifying, and no one can truly see through it. Although Xu Chong is the leader of a sect, he no longer dares to order and shout at will like before.

Since he was asked by the Elders to talk to Yang Que last time, he has no choice but to speak to him. He is polite and polite, and he is three points of politeness when talking to him.

After all, what really valued Yang Que was not only the Presbyterian Church, but also the real terrifying figure of the Guiyu Sect who was in seclusion in the back mountain. How many courages did he have to do rashly?

"Queer, let him go first."

As the lord of the Peak, Wan Feixun naturally would not only focus on personal grudges. He also bears heavy responsibility for the development of the entire Guiyu Sect. At this time, he also knew that he could not break up with the Wanjian Sect for the time being.

When Yang Que saw his master speak, his murderous intent in his eyes was reduced, and the scorching sun disappeared in his hand, but his eyes looked at Bai Ting of the Heavenly Demon Sect.

Bai Ting could no longer maintain his calmness before. He forced a smile and turned to the outside and whispered loudly: "Qin Hao, bring Lin Baiyun in and let Elder Yang's hair fall."

Feng Lin stood up from the ground with a resentful face, feeling extremely humiliated, but he did not dare to say more.

Although he was full of hatred and anger towards the death of his beloved disciple, he wished he could tear Yang Que into pieces.

However, judging from the short battle just now, this devil is not weaker than the legendary one, and he is even stronger, and he has no confidence in winning.

Thinking of Yang Que's ruthlessness and decisiveness, and his unscrupulous nature, he also began to feel scared. If this demon was crazy and would kill them all at will today, they would be dying with their eyes closed.

He was so cruel that he was afraid of his life. This devil didn't follow the rules at all. He killed his disciples directly if he had disagreements. I'm afraid that even if the elders of the Guigui Sect came to dissuade him, he wouldn't take it seriously.

Such people are not afraid of death or offending anyone, but they are so powerful that they are scary. Who dares to provoke them?

What's more, now he is weak and no matter how much he hates others' sects, he can only swallow this breath first and make plans after returning to the meeting.

"snort!"

Thinking of this, Feng Lin snorted coldly, waved his sleeves, and said, "Fellow Daoist Bai Ting, I am helpless in this matter. He will not give me the face of the Ten Thousand Sword Sect at all. It is embarrassing to stay here!"

After saying that, he didn't say hello to anyone, and he didn't even care about Song Fei's body and turned around and left.

"Fellow Daoist..."

When Bai Ting saw him leaving in disappointment, his face changed slightly. He was now scared of Yang Que from the bottom of his heart.

He dared to take action just now with the people from the Wanjian Sect, but now he is the only one left. If Yang Que insists on killing all of them, wouldn’t he be in the jar?

"What...what should I do?"

Seeing Feng Lin leaving without looking back, he wanted to leave, but couldn't, and dared not leave at will. He was here to apologize today. If Yang Que did not let him go, how could he go back and report his life?

This matter was not only a matter of sect leader's repeated instructions, but also a member of the ancestor. If he fails to accomplish it, the consequences will be worrying.

"Master, Lin Baiyun has been brought here."

At this moment, a young man suddenly walked into the gate of the hall, carrying an iron cage in his hand.

Lin Baiyun's hair was disheveled and looked extremely miserable. He was imprisoned in an iron cage, his whole body was trembling, and he didn't even dare to raise his head.

"Bang--"

When the iron cage was put down, Lin Baiyun's whole body trembled, suddenly widened his eyes and screamed in horror at everyone: "Run! Run! That big devil is here! Run!"

The sound was shrill and terrifying, rippling around the beams and echoed endlessly. The guards outside the door were thrilled and their hearts became terrifying.

Everyone in the hall frowned slightly, with different expressions.
Chapter completed!