My wife is the sect leader

Qiu Fengsheng looked at the Taoist in front of him, and said in a deep voice, "Daoist Luo, you and my Suoming Mansion have never interfered with each other."

He knew very well in his heart that all the people present together were not as scary as the Taoist in front of him.

Back then on Zhenyi Mountain, Ye Ding and Yu Ying teamed up to fight against Ye Ding and Yu Ying, and they left in the end. Such a reputation is amazing. Even if Zhenyi Sect wants to suppress this scandal, there is no impenetrable wall in the world. Someone will eventually Know the flies and dogs among them.

Luo Chongyang said with a smile: "Poverty Taoist never eats river water."

"That's good."

Qiu Fengsheng's eyes narrowed into a slit, and he let out a slight breath.

"But that is my nephew, he called me uncle, if he died, no one would be willing to call me uncle again."

Luo Chongyang looked at the ghost swordsman who was confronting Yuan Feng in the distance.

He has always remembered the fire bodhi in Beili Volcano.

Similarly, he also appreciates his nephew's own way of doing things as he pleases.

Life is [-] days in the world, how happy you come, how happy you live.

And Luo Chongyang is an existence who is not afraid of the sky and the earth.

Qiu Fengsheng looked at the battle in the distance, and his expression suddenly sank, "If the ghost swordsman wins, I will not make a move. If the ghost swordsman loses, what if you don't make a move?"

Luo Chongyang nodded slightly, "Yes."

Qiu Fengsheng took a deep breath and watched the battle ahead.

Seeing this, Ouyang Ping said with emotion: "Luo Chongyang is still an amazing Taoist priest."

A real master doesn't need a hole card, because you can't see a master's hole card at all, and a master can't use a hole card.

Luo Chongyang stopped Qiu Fengsheng, the head of the Suoming Mansion, with just a few words, which is enough to show Luo Chongyang's strength.

Following Qiu Fengsheng's signal, many masters of the Suoming Mansion present also gave up.

"Roar!"

Hei Jiao glanced at Qiu Fengsheng, let out a low growl, and perched above Zhao Qingmei.

An Jing glanced at Feng Lingyue from the corner of his eye, he knew that if he let Hei Jiao take action, this old thing might stop Hei Jiao immediately.

He did this kind of thing more than once or twice.

"Then you can only die by my sword today."

An Jing's eyes were cold, and he narrowed his eyes slightly. The next moment, the sword light suddenly appeared, and it roared out again, bringing afterimages and piercing sonic booms, and shrouded Yuan Feng as quickly as lightning.

The sword light filled with terrifying strength rapidly enlarged in Yuan Feng's eyes. An Jing's storm attack also made Yuan Feng climb up with fierceness in his eyes, clenched his right fist, and then suddenly blasted out.

Swish swish!

The strength of Jian Guang's fist finally collided overwhelmingly. The movements were undoubtedly earth-shattering, as if they were all shaking violently at this moment.

The eyes all over the sky, filled with deep surprise, looked at the dusty and mist-filled venue. A light wind blew, blowing away the dust and mist, and then, there was a rapid sound of breaking wind.

Suddenly, An Jing's eyes shot coldly, and the Suppressing Evil Sword turned into a monstrous giant sword.

Whoa!

The huge sword cut through the void, and slashed heavily towards Yuan Feng.

Yuan Feng obviously also knew the power of the Suppressing Evil Sword, so he gathered his true energy on his index finger and pointed towards the Suppressing Evil Sword.

Clang!

The moment the index finger collided with the tip of the sword, there was an intense, ear-piercing sound of clashing gold and iron resounding through the heavens and the earth.

"laugh!"

An Jing's footsteps moved sideways, his eyes glowed extremely fiercely, and the Suppressing Evil Sword rushed out again, and went straight to Yuan Feng's throat with a swish.

"Humph!"

An Jing's fierce offensive also made Yuan Feng snort coldly, he curled his two fingers together, and tapped on the sword light as fast as lightning, a red energy wrapped around his fingers, and greeted him. There was a sharp sword glow.

The two fought against each other with dozens of moves, but neither of them seemed to gain the upper hand.

Boom!

After the two fought each other, Yuan Feng didn't retreat in the slightest. Instead, he forcibly approached An Jing. His fists blasted out, tearing the air, and the fierce and domineering fist wind enveloped An Jing's whole body like a torrential rain.

Dangdang Dangdang!

The resounding sound of gold and iron resounded in the arena one after another. Two lights and shadows fought together, and the violent winds radiated out, which made people's hearts jump.

Bang!

It was another fierce collision, An Jing and Yuan Feng both stepped back a few steps, where the soles of their feet landed, the ground instantly crumbled into powder.

Swish!

Yuan Feng's figure was firm and steady, and his figure swept out again, and a wave of majestic zhenqi suddenly swept away from his hands.

I saw that monstrous gray light whistling, piercing through the surrounding air, and slammed towards An Jing fiercely, and there was an astonishing strength on that horse.

An Jing raised the Suppressing Evil Sword in his hand, and the sound of thunder erupted from it.

Four Elephants Sword Fight!Move like thunder!

The sword light surged, like the sound of thunder.

tom!

The moment the energy collided, it turned into a billowing wave, and the overwhelming power turned the surrounding gravel into fine powder.

Yuan Feng stretched out his palm to resist the wave of vigor in front of him.

But the next moment, his expression suddenly changed, because his heart started beating strangely.

At this moment, a cold light hit.

"Pfft!"

Because of Yuan Feng's violent heart beating, his reaction was delayed by half a beat, and his arm was directly cut by a sword.

"How is this going?"

Feng Lingyue frowned.

Yuan Feng had just fought against the ghost swordsman, but he was stabbed in an instant.

Not only Feng Lingyue, but all the masters present showed disbelief.

It was an evenly matched battle just now, but in the blink of an eye, it became a one-sided trend.

Qiu Fengsheng raised his brows and said in his heart, "The winner is decided."

He glanced at the black dragon above, then at Luo Chongyang, and took a deep breath. This time his plan to deal with the Demon Sect might fail.

"Is the heart beating?"

Luo Chongyang closed his eyes slightly, as if he was listening to Yuan Feng's heartbeat.

"not good!"

The more Yuan Feng tried to suppress that heartbeat, the faster it beat, as if it was about to jump out of his throat.

"Jiang Shang is no longer here, so first sacrifice your head to heaven."

An Jing's eyes were cold, and he slapped the Suppressing Evil Sword in his hand.

"call out!"

The Suppressing Evil Sword turned into a cold light and rushed forward, and the air on both sides where the sword energy passed collapsed, forming waves of air.

"It's over, let's go."

Seeing this, Qiu Fengsheng immediately knew the outcome of the battle, and said to the surrounding Suomingfu masters.

Immediately, Qiu Fengsheng shrunk to an inch and disappeared in place, and many masters of the Suoming Mansion also left behind him.

No one paid any attention to Yuan Feng.

Luo Chongyang smiled, "It's really fast."

"Qiu Fengsheng is gone?"

Yuan Feng also sensed Qiu Fengsheng's departure, and he was furious. He didn't expect Qiu Fengsheng to come here and leave without even moving his hand. He completely became his discarded chess piece and was played by him.

"puff!"

This sword directly pierced Yuan Feng's chest, and his clothes were stained red with blood.

Seeing this, Ouyang Ping couldn't help but looked up to the sky and sighed: "Yuan Feng, if you plead guilty now, although your cultivation base will be abolished, your life will be saved."

The two have been together day and night for decades, and it is impossible to say that they have no feelings.

"I'm ninety-three this year, and I haven't had a good life for a few years. What's the difference between abolishing my cultivation and killing me?"

A trace of hostility flashed in Yuan Feng's eyes, "I can't plan, it's destiny."

If it wasn't for the ghost swordsman's sudden betrayal and even helping that Zhao Qingmei, today he would definitely be able to capture Zhao Qingmei alive and force him to find out the "Nine Nether Purgatory Code".

"Do you dare to say fate?"

An Jing sneered, and raised the Suppressing Evil Sword in his hand.

call out!

The sword light was mighty and mighty, rushing forward, like a light piercing the darkness.

Swordsmanship!

Yuan Feng's pupils reflected the cold sword light, with a touch of madness, and the next moment he stretched out his palm, and saw several black Wujin Leiwans appear.

"Um!?"

Luo Chongyang was the first to react, but it was too late to stop him.

Yuan Feng was fully prepared when he came here this time, and he brought all the remaining Wujin Leiwan with him, so at the moment of his death, he naturally didn't hold anything back.

"Wow hoo hoo!"

Several Wujin Leiwans flew towards An Jing, and the moment Yuan Feng threw the Wujin Leiwan, the Suppressing Evil Sword had already flown in front of him, directly piercing through his throat.

Then the sword body was inserted on the boulder behind it, and it shook slightly.

Almost the next moment, Wujin Leiwan also flew to An Jing's side.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

How terrifying it would be for several Wujin Thunder Pills to explode. Suddenly, the world roared, as if a violent earthquake had occurred.

"not good!"

Ouyang Ping frowned, his face changed slightly.

"broken!"

Su Lian and Su Yue's pupils were wide open, and they were both in a daze.

The earth was turned upside down, causing the bodies of the surrounding masters to shake for a while, almost falling to the ground.

At this moment, a figure flew out from the smoke and dust of the explosion at an untraceable speed.

"What a white ass."

Luo Chongyang opened his eyes and murmured: "My nephew is in good condition."

In addition to Luo Chongyang, Zhao Qingmei also blinked and looked at the fleeting figure in the distance. If Fan Tianxi's blood was not connected to her, she really wouldn't be able to feel the leaving figure.

Everyone was staring at the center of the explosion, and no one noticed that the black flood dragon also turned into a beam of light and disappeared.

The smoke and dust scattered in all directions, and it took a long time to gradually dissipate.

The world was quiet.

I saw a sunken pothole about three feet in front of me, but there was nothing else.

"Ghost Swordsman, won't he be blown into powder?"

"Where's the person? Where's the ghost sword guest?"

Everyone stared at the pothole, their hearts trembling wildly.

The ghost swordsman disappeared, could it be that he was blown to death! ?