Between the lightning and flint, Lin Canglang and Duanmu Qingshan exchanged more than ten moves.
"Damn it! Damn it!"
Lin Canglang's eyes were about to burst as he stared at Duanmu Qingshan, "Old man, you actually have such strength!"
"You have not been the leader for more than ten years, and you have not been in vain. At least you are much better than your master!"
Duanmu Qingshan clenched the sword in his hand. He had previously forcefully broken through the Five Thunder Locking Formation, which had consumed a lot of his energy. Lin Canglang's strength was also much stronger than he expected.
After more than a dozen moves, Duanmu Qingshan's physical strength and vitality finally began to fail.
"Duan Mu Old Ghost!" Lin Canglang's voice almost came out from between his teeth. With all his energy, he slashed out with a sword, "Phoenix falls!"
"Move the flowers and bury the jade!"
At this moment, Duanmu Qingshan also performed the killing move of Moving the Flower and Burying the Jade Sword. The two swords clashed, and a burst of extremely sharp and harsh sounds broke out, almost breaking a person's eardrums.
bite!
A low-grade treasure is, after all, a low-grade treasure. The sword in Lin Canglang's hand, both in toughness and strength, is far more than ten times stronger than the mid-grade profound weapon in Duanmu Qingshan's hand.
"Crack!"
The sword broke into three pieces in Duanmu Qingshan's hands, and Lin Canglang also took seven steps back in the final collision before he stabilized his body.
Duanmu Qingshan stood there, his palms cracked from the fight just now, and blood dripped down, dyeing the ground under his feet red.
But it was obvious that in the previous confrontation, Duanmu Qingshan had firmly gained the upper hand, but lost due to weapons.
"Master, take the sword!" Ling Feng immediately took out his red fire golden wind sword, which is also a low-grade treasure. This red fire golden wind sword comes from the treasure house of the Cangqiong sect and is definitely a low-grade treasure.
Treasure.
Duanmu Qingshan grabbed the red fire golden wind sword with his big hand, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.
A low-grade treasure?
Apart from the leader's sword in Lin Canglang's hand, the entire Wenxian Sect probably couldn't find two such treasures, but Ling Feng actually owned one?
Without hesitation, Duanmu Qingshan grabbed the Red Fire Golden Wind Sword, his momentum suddenly increased, and he shouted: "Lin Canglang, come again!"
"Damn it! Damn it!"
Lin Canglang was knocked back seven steps by Duanmu Qingshan, with an old face that was uglier than the bottom of a pot. He glared at Master and Disciple Ling Feng angrily, trembling with anger.
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At the same time, almost all the elders and disciples of Wenxian Sect were startled by the sound of thunder coming from Xiaozhu Peak.
"Look, isn't that the leader and Elder Li? Why are they all going to Xiaozhu Peak?"
"These are all affairs of the sect's senior officials, how can we be qualified to know?"
"That's true, but it seems that Master Lingfeng is also at Xiaozhu Peak, right?"
"Damn, you have to take a look!"
One by one, the disciples gathered together in the direction of Xiaozhu Peak.
Pill Pavilion.
Elder Yao stood by the window, staring at the thunder coming from the direction of Xiaozhu Peak, his brows furrowed.
"Junior brother Duanmu, have you finally broken through the formation?"
Elder Yao clenched his fists. After a long time, he finally made a decision. His figure flashed and he flew out of the window.
It’s time to say some words that have been buried in my heart for more than ten years!
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"Lin Canglang, come out and fight again!"
Duanmu Qingshan held the red fire golden wind sword in his hand and took a step forward. A domineering and unparalleled aura swept out, shocking everyone on the field to tremble.
Lin Canglang's face was as dark as water, with a cloudy look in his eyes. He grabbed the low-grade treasure with his right hand and shouted angrily: "Why are you panicking! It's just Duanmu Qingshan. He is just one person. How can he still want to ask the whole question?"
Even the Immortal Sect can’t turn over! I’m asking the head of the Immortal Sect!”
A ferocious smile appeared on Lin Canglang's face, "Old Duanmu ghost, I admit that I have underestimated you, but if you look around, in all directions, the nine peaks and the seventy-two holes are all filled with me.
His disciples! How many can you kill with just the two of you?"
Just as Lin Canglang said, the disciples and elders of the Wenxian Sect have gathered from all directions. Xiaozhu Peak, where there are almost no people on weekdays, was so crowded today that it was almost impossible to get through.
Everyone looked at the two sides confronting each other in surprise and horror.
Master and apprentice Ling Feng actually got into a fight with the leader and others!
"What on earth is going on? Why does the leader want to deal with Master Uncle Ling?"
"Is there some misunderstanding in this? How could Uncle Ling Feng be detrimental to the sect?"
In the eyes of most disciples, Ling Feng's weight is much higher than that of the leader. After all, the Iron Blood Alliance has been domineering in the inner sect for so long, and it was Ling Feng who took action to remove this cancer.
And this aloof leader has never done anything except holding a high position.
Therefore, it should have been a serious crime for Ling Feng's master and disciple to be hostile to the leader, but those disciples unconsciously sided with Ling Feng.
"Hmph! Did you see that? Duanmu old ghost, Ling Feng, do you think that just the two of you can compete with the entire Wenxian Sect? That is too naive!"
Lin Canglang had a smile on his lips. He was the head of the Wenxian Sect. As long as he gave an order, hundreds of disciples would surround the two masters and disciples!
Yang Wei, Li Liang and others felt a little calmer.
Although they are not willing to see things develop to this point, everything is still under control. Ling Feng and Duanmu Qingshan alone cannot shake their status.
Seeing more and more Wenxian Sect disciples gathering, Duanmu Qingshan clenched the sword in his hand and frowned deeply.
"Lin Canglang, you are so despicable!"
Duanmu Qingshan clenched his fists. He would naturally look down upon the ordinary disciples of the Wenxian Sect. He could kill them with just a wave of his hand. However, his skills were taught by the founder of the Wenxian Sect. If the Wenxian Sect were massacred today.
Disciple, how can I live up to my mentor?
"Hmph!" Lin Canglang waved his sleeves and shouted loudly: "Disciples and elders, listen to the order, Duanmu Qingshan and Master Lingfeng, ask me about the rebellion of the Xianzong. I now give an order to all the disciples.
, attack them in groups and kill them without mercy!"
With the increase in vitality, the sound resounded through the sky and fell in the ears of every disciple with incomparable clarity.
"What? Master Ling Feng is rebellious?"
"No way? This is absolutely impossible!"
Lin Canglang gave the order, but the disciples remained unmoved and hesitated.
The elders also frowned, thinking that although Ling Feng was a bit rebellious, he did not seem to be apostate. A few days ago, he helped Wenxian Sect eliminate the scourge of the Iron Blood Alliance.
Of course, it is not ruled out that some people wanted to please the leader and flew out, but seeing that most people did not take action, they immediately retreated back into the crowd and did not dare to show their heads.
Shoot the first bird!
They have all seen how strong Ling Feng is. What's more, there is Duanmu Qingshan who was already famous more than ten years ago.
Seeing that no one was taking action, they naturally retreated.
"What...what's going on?" Lin Canglang felt a little panicked.
I am the leader of Wenxian Sect, but the disciples of Wenxian Sect don’t listen to the order of the leader!
Yang Wei, Li Liang and others also became panicked. Where was the promised power of the leader? Where has it gone?