Opening: Me, I become stronger when I am beaten!

The Lingxu Sect finally made a move.

The suzerain's aura of a strong man was released, and his aura instantly increased. At this time, he who was originally ordinary in appearance turned out to be like a god, so tall that people could only look up.

Before he stepped into the ring, he seemed to have won. The aura of this strong man seemed to be able to crush everything.

"I'll give you another chance to publicly admit the evil deeds of the Holy Land. You are the ones who don't know how to flatter you, and have repeatedly opposed my sect alliance. If you are willing to admit your mistakes, I am willing to let you go this time."

The Patriarch of Lingxu Sect said something lightly, but these plain words were full of supreme internal strength, melodious like the sound of a bell, floating in the sky, and did not fall for a long time.

Every word that fell was resounding, and everyone's hearts were shaken.

These words seem to be kind from the Lingxu Sect, but in fact, admitting their mistakes means that they have already lost everything. What awaits them next may not be forgiveness, but crazy oppression and revenge.

However, in the face of such coercion, Kong Linger's expression did not change at all.

She said indifferently: "Really? But my holy land was originally running smoothly, and it was you who wanted to bite off a piece of meat from me, so how can I agree?"

"Your high-sounding words don't have any convincing power. If you want others to call you respect, you must first have enough strength, but I don't think you have it."

The faces of the high-ranking officials on the high platform were fierce. It was really hard to imagine that a little girl who was less than 20 years old dared to challenge them in public.

This is not only challenging the strength of the Lingxu Sect, but also challenging the majesty of the Zongmen Alliance, which is really unbearable for them.

Everyone below held their breath and looked up the ring. They knew that the next peak battle was inevitable.

But the final result is really hard to say, they don't think the young Kong Linger can have such strength.

A monk suddenly shouted loudly.

"Sister Ling'er, admit defeat, it's not shameful to lose this match, so what if you lose the Holy Land? I'll support you!"

But this time, apart from his voice, the surroundings were deserted.

Some people shook their heads and sighed, while others looked serious.

"It's such a pity that such a beautiful woman not only has extraordinary beauty, but also such tyrannical strength, falling into the hands of the Lingxu Sect."

The master of the Lingxu Sect slowly stepped onto the ring, with a hint of excitement in addition to the strong malice in his eyes.

He was deflated many times before, and he was defeated by a yellow-haired girl, which really made him lose face.

But this time, no matter what, being able to teach this person a lesson with his own hands can be considered as a solution to the hatred in his heart.

"Miss Kong, let's do it. I'll let you do three tricks first, don't blame me for bullying the little!"

The patriarch of Lingxu Sect looked proud, in his opinion, this little girl in front of him was nothing more than mediocre, as long as she made a random move, she could easily solve it.

However, Kong Linger's answer surprised and angered him.

"Give me three tricks? You don't have the qualifications yet!"

The master of the Lingxu sect didn't talk nonsense, he just shot directly, he was already enraged, and he was desperate when he shot.

When he raised his hand, a palm force blasted out, the momentum was as majestic as a mountain, and it was hard to lift one's head.

Everyone in the audience could feel the strong sense of oppression tens of feet away, as if the ground was about to be crushed and sunken, and the void was about to be unbearable and shattered. They only felt a burst of heart palpitations.

"It's a killer move as soon as you make a move. Facing someone who is more than 100 years younger than you, you can do it well. How shameless!"

"It was agreed to let her do three tricks, but the result was backfired. I forgot what I said in a blink of an eye. I have never seen such a brazen person!"

Everyone below shouted and cursed, they really didn't want to see such a beautiful woman die like this, it's really a pity.

However, their words didn't have any effect. Just when they spread more than ten feet away, they were blocked by a gust of wind on the ring, and countless voices of protest were absorbed like mud cows falling into the sea.

Some people covered their eyes, unable to bear to watch the genius girl being suppressed and killed, and some people took out the memory spar to record the process of the genius girl's downfall.

But when this palm force fell, Kong Ling'er quickly drew out the Linglong sword. At this time, the blade seemed to be covered with divine power, and it turned out to be golden in color.

At this time, the Heavenly Sword Jue, the technique inherited from the Holy Land, has already been cast, and it is magnificent, absorbing the overwhelming palm power in an instant.

Then he slashed out with a sword, and the blade was like the blessing of a god, breaking through the aura in front of him all the way, unstoppable.

"The holy land has been passed down for thousands of years, and its foundation is profound. How dare you wait for the light of the firefly to compete with the bright moon!"

Kong Linger scolded.

At this moment, the suzerain of Lingxu Sect's face suddenly changed, and he already felt a trace of terror.

In a hurry, he had to sacrifice a demigod weapon, and a guqin suddenly appeared in his hand.

The strings were plucked continuously, sending out waves of sound, as sharp as a sword blade. When more than a dozen sound waves were emitted, the power of this shocking sword was finally weakened.

At this moment, cold sweat flowed from his forehead.

If it weren't for this guqin, he might have confessed here today, and even if he didn't die, he would lose half his life.

"Little girl, you actually forced me to sacrifice Tianyin, you are already proud enough, go to hell!"

He plucked the strings continuously, and his fingers danced on the guqin, releasing waves of sonic attacks, like a dense release of sword energy.

Kong Ling'er hastily put the long sword horizontally in front of her body, hastily resisting it.

However, there were also a few sound waves passing by both sides, piercing her clothes, revealing the colorful underwear in an instant.

Seeing this scene, everyone in the audience widened their eyes, unwilling to miss this scene.

Facing the weird gazes from all directions, Kong Linger immediately became angry from embarrassment.

"Old thief with gray temples, a man with a handsome head, he is no different from a beast, your life is not long!"

She opened her mouth to scold angrily, then brandished her long sword and rushed forward quickly.

This time, she didn't hide her clumsiness anymore, and directly played her trump card.

A style of Heavenly Sword Art was released, which was a divine art inherited from the Holy Land, and its power was unusual. Once released, it would cause either death or injury.

The long sword in Kong Linger's hand was gradually covered with golden light, and a cyclone formed above the blade, which gradually absorbed the aura of the surrounding world and used it for her own use.

At this moment, she seemed to be able to borrow all the power of the world, like a god.

The blade pointed to the sky, and at this time the long sword with terrifying power suddenly fell, and the sword's momentum pierced through Changhong.

The suzerain of Lingxu Sect already felt the danger, he played the strings continuously, but found that it didn't work at all.

When a sword fell, the Guqin was instantly broken into two halves, and this demigod weapon was instantly shattered.

And he also had no power to parry, a sword pierced through his abdomen on the spot, and his internal organs were stirred by the sword, as if the river was overwhelmed, his vitality was severely injured on the spot, and he was almost on the verge of death.