Chapter 55: Venting Your Anger

Elder Qingfeng was directly angry.

Lin Tianxing, this kid obviously wants to take the anger of the damage to Qingming on Lao Tzu, I can't hide, you stupid still dare to make trouble for the old man?

Elder Qingfeng slapped his hand, and in anger, the disciple flew out directly.

He turned to Lin Tianxing again: "Tianxing, the old man has no way to discipline him, so he made you laugh." ”

"No problem. ”

"That's good. Elder Qingfeng laughed dryly, and he glanced at a disciple, who was much more eye-catching than the one who flew out before, and immediately picked up Liu Jingru, who had passed out.

Elder Qingfeng: "Look at ......"

"Send it back for healing. ”

After the disciple got Lin Tianxing's permission, he hugged Liu Jingru and left.

"Then I'm ......" Elder Qingfeng felt aggrieved, how could he be a middle-level manager in the Heavenly Sword Sect, but Lin Tianxing didn't let him finish his words several times, if you don't let Lao Tzu finish speaking, forget it, but what kind of posture are you? Damn, why did you do it?

Oops, I'll go......

Lin Tianxing was like a sword off the string, the sword pointed at the rivers and mountains, and attacked Elder Qingfeng.

Lin Tianxing's sword finger and Jing Yao's sword finger are different, Jing Yao is a sword with his body, while Lin Tianxing's sword is a sword, people are people, people and swords are mutually resistant, and the forehead is ...... Although he didn't have the Qing Ying Immortal Sword, he condensed his qi into a mang, and several waves of brutal onslaught in a row, Elder Qingfeng could only resist with encouragement.

"My heart is on fire, so Elder Qingfeng will reluctantly accompany me through two moves. ”

Elder Qingfeng was dumbfounded, he had thought that Lin Tianxing was obedient and might make some moves, but is it too much for you to do it without saying a word?

Besides, it's a sword art competition now, and you and I are the chief judges, so why kill each other? Besides, it doesn't matter if you have trouble with Lao Tzu, who will break you?

Lin Tianxing said coldly: "Elder, don't blame, I didn't have a long time to extinguish the fire, half an hour is enough." ”

Elder Qingfeng's heart sank, how could the old man withstand such an attack one after another?

He rushed out of the ring without hesitation, but Lin Tianxing's body was so fast, and the sword was already slashing towards Elder Qingfeng's left arm.

This kind of horizontal and vertical slashing move has always been despised by Lin Tianxing, but today is different, he needs to vent, but the perpetrator Jing Yao definitely can't help this kind of strong bombardment, then, Elder Qingfeng has become the most suitable person, who asked you to interfere with the rules of the game?

Elder Qingfeng flashed his sword, but the sharp sword qi had already cut through his Dao robe, and he immediately let out a lament.

He knew that although Lin Tianxing was young, he was much stronger than him after years of hard work.

I didn't have any desire to fight, so I summoned the fairy sword and rose into the air, thinking that your fairy sword was gone, so I shouldn't chase after you, right?

Flying Sword is an immortal technique that can only be controlled by an intermediate level of fusion immortal cultivators, and it also needs the fairy sword as a medium, Elder Qingfeng's cultivation has already reached the peak of the fusion realm, and the sword travel is no longer a problem.

He also flew more than twenty meters high, and the sword qi on the ground came first, only to see Lin Tianxing rushing towards him with a bright fairy sword.

It was the flying frost that was thrown on the ground by Lin Tianxing, and several sharp sword qi finished characters flew over diagonally.

Elder Qingfeng let out another sigh, the Heavenly Sword Sect has a son like this, why worry about demons running rampant?

But now, this world-shattering genius that the Heavenly Sword Sect was proud of was pressing him step by step.

He turned sideways, and the robe on his right arm was cut open again.