Nine Star Hegemony Technique

Lingtian Disciple
It was a group of young people in white clothes, male and female, a total of 16 people, each with a long sword on their backs, their breath was sharp, and their eyes were like sharp knives, which made people dare not look directly at them.

Each of them has a pure temperament, and their white clothes are floating among them, as if they were exiled immortals, cold and lonely, standing in the crowd, like standing out from the crowd, they are so conspicuous.

This is a group of sword cultivators, a group of astonishingly powerful sword cultivators. No one expected that there would be so many sword cultivators in this ancient city at the same time.

According to the legend, the sword god fell, turned into Tao with his body, and spread the luck of the sword to the nine heavens and ten places. Anyone who uses the sword will get a bit of the luck of the sword body.

Therefore, there are as many people who use swords in the world as the sand in the Henghe River, but there is no real inheritance of swordsmanship.

Because all those who use swords only respect the sword god as their teacher, and if they have the luck of the sword god, why do they need to be apprentices to the sect?
The path of sword cultivation can be said to be bestowed by heaven, everything has to be cultivated and realized by oneself, and no one can help others, so the truly powerful sword cultivation is lonely.

However, the gathering of so many terrifying sword cultivators today attracted the attention of countless people. After all, the status of sword cultivators is too special and rare.

However, while these swords were walking, they suddenly stopped, and their gazes were like sharp blades, locking on to a person in the distance.

However, people followed their gazes and saw Long Chen and Yue Zifeng. When Long Chen saw this group of people, he couldn't help but his heart beat wildly.

"Buzzing..."

The long sword behind Yue Zifeng trembled slightly, and even made a roaring sound, and even it felt a sense.

"Ling Tian Lineage"

When Long Chen saw this group of people, his eyes instantly became sharp, and he recognized their identities.

Back then on the Chaos Battlefield, Long Chen met a terrifying sword cultivator. That man was Luo Zixu, who claimed to be a disciple of the Sword God.

At that time, Luo Zixu was wearing green clothes, which were different from the white clothes of these people in front of him, but the circular patterns on their chests and the two characters "Ling Tian" embroidered in the first generation of Jiuli Xianwen were also exactly the same.

"Boss knows them?" Yue Zifeng was taken aback.

"After the fall of the Sword God, I don't know which clown crawled out of the pit, claiming to be the Sword God of Lingtian, and joined forces with the demons outside the territory, killing the same kind, it is not a good bird.

Of course, from the faces of these people, you can also tell that they are not good people. As long as you want to, kill them all, anyway, it won't take long. "Long Chen said.

Long Chen didn't say anything about the chaos battlefield. It was a battle that spanned time and space. The Qiankun Cauldron had warned him more than once that he could not reveal it to anyone. If he was contaminated with horrible karma, he would be liquidated in the catastrophe. will harm others.

Obviously, Yue Zifeng heard of Ling Tian Sword God for the first time. He didn't know who Ling Tian Sword God was, but in his heart, there was only one Sword God.

"Hey! Kid, what line are you from?"

Just as Long Chen was whispering to Yue Zifeng, this group of people came over, and even their walking postures were different. Although they were walking, their boots were three inches above the ground, and their feet did not touch the ground. Afraid that dust will pollute their white shoes.

Obviously, they saw the terror of Yue Zifeng, but their vision was obviously not in place, otherwise, they wouldn't call Yue Zifeng "boy".

"There is only a shape but no spirit. With the blessing of faith, the sword has rusted and the heart has been dusted. It is no longer a true sword cultivator." As they got closer, Yue Zifeng glanced at them and shook his head. road.

Not only did Yue Zifeng see it, but even Long Chen, who was not a sword cultivator, also saw it.

The breath of this group of guys is astonishing, but most of them are because of the power of faith attached to them, and they have a posture of pretending to be majestic.

"What are you talking about? Answer Brother Ling's words obediently, don't ask for trouble." Among the crowd, a female disciple shouted coldly.

The Senior Brother Ling she was talking about was the leader of their group, a man with a flat forehead and a pockmarked face.

Sometimes, if people want to be ugly, they should be more ugly, and if they want to be handsome, they should be more handsome, thinking that they will be particularly conspicuous.

This Senior Brother Ling is so ugly that people can remember it at a glance. This appearance is indeed very strange.

These people were so arrogant, they seemed to feel that talking to Yue Zifeng was a kind of charity, and they all felt like gods aloft, wishing to look at people with their nostrils.

However, when the woman spoke, Long Chen and Yue Zifeng were speechless for a while.

This group of people are fools, Yue Zifeng's words are so obvious, they don't know what they mean.

"Boy, don't be ignorant of flattery. Brother Ling asked you, that's flattering you, it's pity for your talent, and you want to be a disciple of Ling Tian Shenjian Sect." Another disciple shouted.

And when he said the words "Ling Tian Shen Jian Zong", his voice was raised an octave on purpose. I don't know if he was afraid that Yue Zifeng would not hear him, or that the people around him would not be able to hear him clearly, or that he would give some invisible voice to others. People listen.

In short, the sound was so loud that the entire ancient city could hear it. Immediately, Long Chen felt countless divine senses approaching him, obviously attracted by the situation here.

At this moment, that Senior Brother Ling cleared his throat and said, "I, Lingtian Divine Sword Sect, is the inheritance of Lingtian Sword God. Our Lingtian Divine Sword Sect has always specialized in swordsmanship, isolated from the world, and rarely set foot in the world.

However, the sword god is merciful, and he can't bear the fact that there are so many sword cultivators in the world who have no way to enter the Tao, and have no way to seek skills, so he ordered me to walk in the world, enlighten lost lambs, and accept destined disciples.

Entering our Excalibur sect, you will receive the protection of Lingtian Sword God, learn the invincible supernatural powers, and cultivate the world's latitude and longitude..."

"Stop, stop, stop..."

That Senior Brother Ling was still bragging at length, Long Chen couldn't listen anymore, and waved his hands.

He finally understood that these disciples of Lingtian Divine Sword Sect were traveling all over the place, and to put it bluntly, they were recruiting disciples for Lingtian Divine Sword Sect.

The isolation in his mouth, in Long Chen's opinion, is not isolation from the world, but in the era of chaos, he was severely injured and had to shrink back to recuperate.

Now that he is almost raised, he has the courage to show his head, explore the world, and when he finds it is safe, he starts to come out arrogantly.

"Stop bragging, look at you, your face looks like a triangular pancake with a handful of black sesame seeds sprinkled on it, it makes me feel embarrassed, look, the hairs on my arms are standing up." Long Chen was speechless for a while. Authentic, after finishing speaking, he stretched his arms to show him.

"Hahaha……"

Long Chen's words and actions caught countless people off guard and couldn't help laughing.

Especially Long Chen's analogy, looking at Senior Brother Ling's broad forehead, pointed chin, and dark spots all over his face, it looks more and more similar.

"court death!"

Senior brother Ling was furious, and he held down the long sword with his big hand, while the other disciples also pressed their long swords, and fierce killing intent rose up.

"Dare to do something in my Sky Demon City, it seems that you don't want to leave alive."

At this moment, a disdainful snort came.

(End of this chapter)