Douluo: I am the peerless swordsman, protector of Qian Renxue.

Emperor Xueye felt a thump in his heart, and his face was changing between gloomy and sunny.

Impossible, impossible, impossible.

His plan was so secretive that he had never told anyone about it. It was just brewing in his heart, and there was absolutely no way Ling Feng could know about it.

Unless Ling Feng has transcended the realm of human beings and is a god, then he can peek into his inner thoughts.

Emperor Xue Ye thought wildly in his heart.

Emperor Xue Ye still held on to his last glimmer of hope and was unwilling to admit it even if he was beaten to death. He continued to pretend to be stupid.

"Ling Jianxian, Xiao Huang really doesn't know what it means?"

"The little emperor somehow made the Sword Immortal unhappy and unhappy."

"If there is anything that makes the Sword Immortal unhappy or displeased, please ask the Sword Immortal to make it clear. I will change it immediately. I will change it immediately."

"Xue Ye, at this point, are you still pretending to be confused while pretending to understand?" Ling Feng glanced at Emperor Xue Ye coldly.

An invisible ray of sword energy passed through Meng Shenji's martial soul protection and struck directly at Emperor Xue Ye's face.

That wisp of sword energy was so sharp that it directly drew a blood mark on Emperor Xue Ye's face.

Emperor Xue Ye felt a tearing pain on his face and subconsciously covered the wound with his hand.

Touching something sticky and warm, Emperor Xueye's pupils trembled, and he instantly felt that Ling Feng was not joking with him.

He no longer had the air of pretending to be stupid and dumbfounded just now. He stood there as silently as a chilling stone, and for a moment he was at a loss.

I was thinking quickly in my mind, which link caused the problem?

His plan was obviously so secret. He never told anyone or revealed it to anyone. He only evolved it in his heart.

How did Ling Feng learn about his secret plan.

"Ling Jianxian, the emperor knows that he was wrong."

"The little emperor should never have the intention to bring harm to Hidden Sword Peak."

"I just ask you, Lord Sword Immortal, to spare the little emperor's life since he has not caused any substantial damage to Hidden Sword Peak."

Emperor Xue Ye's words shocked Meng Shenji, who had been protecting him.

Meng Shenji was extremely shocked. He never expected that Emperor Xueye would have such great evil intentions.

He was so bold as to plot against Hidden Sword Peak.

The excellence shown by Hidden Sword Peak in the elite battle of high-level soul masters on the mainland shows that it is extraordinary and terrifying, and its strength is no weaker than any of the top forces on the mainland.

Emperor Xue Ye was so bold as to plot against such a force.

This kind of behavior is simply breaking ground on Tai Sui's head and building a bed next to the tiger's den - seeking death without knowing it.

"Ling Jianxian, this... this has nothing to do with Shenji. Shenji doesn't know anything." After Meng Shenji learned about Emperor Xueye's death-seeking behavior, he immediately left his camp and surrendered to Lingfeng. , saying that he had neither the intention nor the courage to be Ling Feng’s enemy.

While speaking, in order to show sincerity to Ling Feng, Meng Shenji put away his martial spirit and decisively kept his distance from Emperor Xue Ye.

Emperor Xueye was so angry that his lungs were about to explode when he saw the Meng Shen Ji who was just like a wallflower.

Angry.

But there is nothing to do.

Ling Feng did not spare Emperor Xue Ye, and with his supreme swordsmanship, he casually formed a sharp sword in the air.

Wisps of sword energy were held in the palm of Lingfeng's hand, and after his shaping, they turned into a colorless three-foot sword.

"Spare you?"

"How could I spare you?"

"You think this swordsman is a philanthropist!"

Since you dare to plot against this Sword Immortal, then be prepared to bear the wrath of this Sword Immortal.

Are you ready to bear the wrath of this swordsman?

Ling Feng looked at Emperor Xue Ye indifferently and asked him firmly.

Emperor Xueye's eyes were gloomy and he said nothing.

"Lingfeng, don't go too far."

"You are a sword immortal, and I am also the lord of a country.

"Do you really want Emperor Gen to break his skin and become an enemy of the Tiandou Empire?"

"I know that you are powerful and invincible in the world, but there are thousands of soldiers and civilians in the Tiandou Empire. Even if you are invincible in the world, you are not a god after all. There will be times when you are exhausted."

"Threatening me?" Ling Feng's eyes instantly turned cold, like the cold winter of the twelfth lunar month, which was creepy and chilling in his heart.

"No one can plot against me, and no one can threaten me."

"Xue Ye, you should never do this. You should not plot against me, Hidden Sword Peak, and you should not threaten me."

"Hidden Sword Peak is not something you can calculate.

And I, Ling Feng, am not someone you can threaten. "

"Since you dare to plot against my Hidden Sword Peak and threaten me, then be prepared to admit my anger."

There was a hint of strength between Ling Feng's brows.

The fairy sword in his hand was slashed out, and streams of sword energy were released, blowing towards Emperor Xue Ye like all the rivers returning to the sea.

In the blink of an eye, Emperor Xueye had several wounds scratched out by the sharp sword energy.

In the face of the fierce sword energy, even Emperor Xueye, who was wearing a soft stomach armor with strong defensive power, could not withstand these ubiquitous sword energy.

Suddenly there were hundreds of wounds on his body. While Emperor Xueye was in pain, he felt a sense of despair in his heart.

"Today, the life of Emperor Xueye is at an end!"

"Ling Jianxian, the little emperor knows that he was wrong. I beg the sword fairy to spare the little emperor's life."

"Xiao Huang will never dare to do this again."

Emperor Xueye begged for mercy in pain.

But the only response to him from beginning to end was the sharp and Lingren sword energy.

Seeing that Ling Feng had no intention of stopping, Emperor Xue Ye felt despair and flashed a flash of madness.

Since you won't let me live, then I will fight with you!

Even if I know I am no match for you, I will trade my life with you to prevent you from having an easy time!

A flash of madness flashed in Emperor Xueye's eyes, he activated his Swan Martial Soul and released his soul ring.

A majestic soul power emerged from his body, and Emperor Xueye's fifth soul ring suddenly lit up.

Infinite soul power poured into his body from the soul ring. Emperor Xueye clenched his hands into fists, and a pair of pale golden swan wings suddenly appeared from his back.

Enhanced by soul skills, Emperor Xue Ye's fist instantly enlarged three times, and its appearance was covered by golden light.

A punch was thrown out, and the powerful aura of the fist carried an incomparable power.

Fists came after him, but Ling Feng looked disdainful, completely ignoring Emperor Xue Ye's desperate blow.

“A crane or a mayfly shakes a tree, but you don’t overestimate your own capabilities!”

"I am your insurmountable peak. The gap between you and me is like a gap in the sky. It cannot be bridged by your desperate blows."

"Let's go!" Ling Feng said softly, and gently touched Emperor Xue Ye's fist with his finger.

Powerful power poured crazily from Ling Feng's finger into Emperor Xue Ye's fist.

Defuse the blow from Emperor Xue Ye.