In the vast blue sea, around a rock, countless monks gathered around, looking at Ye Ling sitting on the rock.
Ye Ling said nothing at this moment, his eyes falling on the sea rippled by the wind. His sharp edge was restrained and there was no trace of Taoism at all, but his invisible murderous intention was as strong as the sky.
Ever since the battle in Tianxiang City, Ye Ling seemed to have become cautious because of matters of life and death. When encountering trouble, he only wanted safety and didn't care about anything else.
For him who entered Taoism with a sword, acting like this was already a departure from his original intention. But he had no intention of correcting it.
Just like a boy who grows up and becomes an adult, his edges are smoothed away by reality and he no longer has the high spirits he once had.
But Xu Nuo's injury completely touched Ye Ling's nerves.
"Even if you forbear and give in, you won't get half a place to stay."
"Now that you have entered the Tao, it is simply impossible to think of being alone."
"I was wrong after all..." Ye Ling smiled slightly, and the wooden sword lying horizontally in front of his knees trembled slightly, as if responding to Ye Ling's feelings.
Suddenly, a heat wave rose in front of Ye Ling, and a young man in red stepped forward, holding a big purple gourd in his hand, and said to Ye Ling: "Give back my junior brother's life!" Before he finished speaking, he saw the gourd. Infinite flames emanated from the mouth, and actually condensed into a fiery snake, attacking Ye Ling.
An onlooker monk recognized this person and said: "This person is Liang Kunshan Qi Ge. It seems that he has come to avenge Huang Ming." Another person snorted coldly: "This Qi Ge and Huang Ming are not the same. What kind of friendship is there? I'm afraid he is using Ye Ling to make a name for himself." The fire snake roared, and the fire avenue flooded the surrounding area and poured down towards Ye Ling.
Ye Ling raised his head slightly at this moment, and suddenly pointed his finger forward. A sharp light shot out from his fingers, penetrated the fire snake, and landed on Qige's forehead.
A bit of blood opened slightly, and then Sieg's eyes widened, and the body fell into the sea. A cuttlefish with dragon beards on the bottom of the sea opened its mouth and swallowed the corpse. Then it spit out a big gourd and a string of storage bracelets, and said with a groan: "This is so unpalatable." There was a deathly silence above the sea. , there were only a few people around who were highly skilled in cultivation and saw through Ye Ling's sharp edge. The others had no idea how Ye Ling killed Siege.
The most talkative monk in blue took a breath and said: "It's too scary. It turns out that besides the Tongtian Sword Sect, there are such terrifying sword cultivators in the world. He reminds me of Wan Jian, whose sect was exterminated a thousand years ago. Shenzong!" The man next to him hurriedly said: "Don't talk too much about such things, so as not to get into trouble!"
"Look, who is that?" Everyone heard the sound and looked around, only to see several people coming over the void, most of the monks present knew them.
One person is wearing a cloud crown, blue and white Taoist robes, and a delicate face. He is Li Yunxi from Fengyu Pavilion. Behind him, there was a man with half-black hair, eyes like stars, and handsome appearance. He was also a disciple of Fengyu Pavilion, Hong Chenmeng.
Next to him, a person in white clothes stood out from the dust, floating out of the dust. It was his two junior brothers, Zhao Qingli. This Wind and Rain Pavilion is similar to the Tianyin Pavilion. No matter what their qualifications are, the disciples in the pavilion must be handsome and outstanding.
Moreover, Fengyu Pavilion only accepts male disciples, and other sects and aristocratic families often seek good son-in-laws. Some jealous people call Fengyu Pavilion
"Duck House Rabbit Nest". There is a person on the other side, wearing a black and yellow Taoist robe, holding a whisk in his hand, and wearing a short beard. He is Zheng Nanshan, a disciple of the Baiyun Sect.
The person next to him was wearing a high-ranking official's coat, a crane cloak, and holding a bamboo tube in his hand. He was his junior brother Liu Jiamin. There is a woman next to her, in snow-white Taoist robes, with a dignified appearance, with Taoist charm flowing around her body, surrounded by clouds of clouds, but she is Leng Hanyan, a disciple of the Gu Yue Sect.
As soon as these people appeared, the monks around them all had some expectations. They are all outstanding people of the younger generation, with great reputation and powerful strength.
Therefore, the onlookers couldn't wait to see them take action against Ye Ling. When several people came closer, Liu Jiamin said to Ye Ling with a cold face: "You are Ye Ling." Ye Ling did not answer, but just looked at the sea.
Seeing Ye Ling being so arrogant, Liu Jiamin couldn't help but get angry. Just as he was about to step forward, he was stopped by Zheng Nanshan's fly whisk.
Although the two of them are not aggressive people, they came here after Ye Ling killed Zhao Xing, a disciple of the Baiyun Sect.
But at this moment, when Zheng Nanshan saw Ye Ling's appearance, he became cautious and looked at the people next to him. Fengyu Pavilion has no grudges against Ye Ling for the time being. Although both Zhan Feng and Xu Mufeng died at the hands of Ye Ling, the people who experienced this incident are all dead. No one knows about it, and naturally they will not come to trouble Ye Ling.
Therefore, Zhao Qingli smiled and said: "Daozhang Zheng, don't you, the Baiyun Sect, dare to say a word even after your disciple died?"
"Don't talk nonsense!" Li Yunxi scolded him, but said deliberately: "Daozhang Zheng has considered everything carefully, how can I allow you to comment?" Liu Jiamin looked ugly and said: "Brother, wait until I capture this kid first!" But Zheng Nanshan still remained the same! Block him.
Zheng Nanshan is not timid, on the contrary, he is thoughtful. He had never heard of Ye Ling, let alone his background.
Just because he dared to kill Duan Hangui unscrupulously, people have to be careful. The Baiyun Sect is inferior to the Yuxuan Palace, and the overall strength of the Baiyun Sect is even inferior to the Wentian Sect.
Therefore, Zheng Nanshan was unwilling to be the person to test the waters. So, he shook the whisk and said to Leng Hanyan: "Fairy Leng, a disciple of your Gu Yue Sect died at the hands of Ye Ling. Fairy Leng must take revenge with her own hands." Leng Hanyan's face did not waver at all, just a faint expression. Said: "On the trip to the East China Sea, life and death are determined by fate. Since your cultivation is not as good as others, you deserve to die. I, the Gu Yue Sect, are not free enough to want to avenge the weak." After hearing this, the monks next to him smacked their tongues, Leng Hanyan was like a man. She is truly a ruthless woman.
Zheng Nanshan frowned slightly after hearing this. Now Gu Yue Sect also wanted to watch with cold eyes. The eyes of the monks present were all focused on him. They did not want to conflict with Ye Ling, but also wanted to save the face of Baiyun Sect. It was a dilemma.
At this time, several more monks came from a distance, but they were disciples of the Piaomiao Sect. The leading Taoist priest in white was named Song Yingming, who was the number one member of the younger generation of the Piaomiao Sect. There were also Yang Xitai and more than a dozen other monks beside him. A disciple.
The Piaomiao Sect and the Wentian Sect where Ye Ling belongs have become enemies, especially because of Ye Ling.
Therefore, they came here just to take Ye Ling's life. As he came closer, Yang Xitai saw Ye Ling, his eyes were red, and he gritted his teeth and shouted: "Ye Ling, today is the day you die!" Ye Ling looked up at him, slightly surprised, and asked: "Are you... Yang Ming, who are you?"
"Shut up! How can you mention the name of my father!" Yang Xitai shouted: "Ye Ling, you killed my brother, I will avenge them today!" However, Yang Ming, the elder of the Piaomiao Sect, has four sons, named Ting and Tai respectively. , building, and pavilion, three of them died at the hands of Ye Ling, and now only Yang Xitai is left.
But seeing a simple palace appear on Yang Xitai's hand, he sacrificed it towards Ye Ling. This was Yang Xitai's natal Taoist weapon, but when he saw the palace facing the wind, it rose up, and a Taoist rhyme enveloped Ye Ling.
Yang Xitai snorted coldly: "After entering my Lost Soul Pavilion, you will lose your mind and turn into a walking corpse in an hour!" As soon as he finished speaking, a sword chant sounded from the sky and the earth, followed closely. Sharp energy burst out from the palace, a cold light flashed through, and the palace was split into two, followed by Ye Ling's figure reappearing on the rocks.
After his natal Taoist weapon was destroyed, Yang Xitai's mind was in turmoil. He screamed and spat out a mouthful of blood. His body was on the verge of falling, but he was supported by his fellow disciples behind him.
Ye Ling looked at him coldly and said: "In order to avenge me, your father did everything possible to harm my friends and now we are separated. How can I keep you?"
"Not good!" As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Ling's edge had already been cut off. Song Yingming used his backhand to use a big cauldron to cover Yang Xitai.
But Ye Ling's sharp edge seemed to have the power to destroy all laws. Song Yingming's cauldron collapsed in the sword energy in an instant, and Yang Xitai inside also died, and his body was broken into pieces. It was extremely tragic. .
Song Yingming clutched her chest and swallowed a mouthful of blood. She looked at Ye Ling with murderous eyes: "Ye Ling, what grudge does my Piaomiao Sect have against you? Why are you so cruel?"
"If I don't kill you, I will be the one being lamented now!" Ye Ling looked stern, suddenly stretched out his hand, and the wooden sword fell into the palm of his hand. He followed him and took a step forward, creating the first sword technique of his own. Po Kong used all his strength to attack, and the edge of his sword destroyed all methods, attacking towards the people of the Piaomiao Sect.
"Run away!" Song Yingming shouted loudly without even thinking. He had completely understood that Ye Ling's strength was beyond what they could contend with, and all they could do now was run away.
But it was already too late. Ye Ling's sharp edge instantly enveloped dozens of people from the Piaomiao Sect, followed by a series of screams.
Not long after, the sharp edge dissipated, and pieces of meat fell into the sea. The cuttlefish in the sea looked at the body fragments falling like snowflakes, and grinned: "This time, don't chew it, it will save you trouble!" Above the void, Song Ying was talking. The Taoist flag on his lower body was already in tatters. He endured the pain of the wound and looked around, but he was the only one left.
A dozen other Piaomiao Sect disciples all died tragically. The surrounding monks also exclaimed, especially Liu Jiamin, who looked at Zheng Nanshan gratefully. If he hadn't stopped him just now, he would have been turned into a pile of minced meat and buried in the belly of the fish.
Song Yingming took a big breath to calm down his fear, but what followed was Ye Ling's cold voice: "It's a good name for you. It seems that this time, I want to thank you for giving me a wise name." !" A cold light passed by, and Song Yingming's head was missing. Her body fell into the sea without causing much ripples.
Ye Ling sat back on the rock with a normal expression and stared at the sea. The reason why he treated the Piaomiao Sect disciples like this was actually because of the incident at Immortal Platform not long ago.
The leader of the Piaomiao Sect, Ling Taiqing, jumped up and down, making the Wentian Sect lose face. It was destined that Ye Ling would not be merciful to the Piaomiao Sect.
qqxsnew At this moment, because of the death of the Piaomiao Sect disciple, the monks watching were talking a lot.
