Ling Immortal and the Flying Feather Master shone brightly and appeared in mid-air. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"See the ancestor!"

The hundreds of monks saluted together, their expressions extremely respectful, but their faces could not hide their excitement.

They are not the only spectators, they are just the earliest, at this moment, the colorful light in the sky criss-crosses, except for the closure of life and death, it is really impossible to interrupt, the rest of the immortal cultivators, without exception, all came here to watch the excitement.

After all, a good opportunity is rare, even if you don't know who wins and who loses, the scene of the monks fighting each other in the Xuan Period is difficult to meet.

Don't miss it?

However, Ling Xian was familiar with this grand scene, and at this moment he was looking around, looking at the arena in front of him.

It is surrounded by stands, and in the middle there is a wide field, which is circular and has a diameter of more than 100 zhang.

"The environment is not bad. ”

Ling Xian was still a light and breezy look, and that relaxed expression made the Fei Yu Master secretly mutter, Ling Xian was not nervous yet, he became nervous first.

Is the other party really bluffing?

He also had a little drum in his heart.

But at this point, regret is useless.

It's a big deal!

I don't believe that the other party can really defeat himself as a new monk?

Before this thought could be turned, several rays of light of different colors hurriedly flew here, and after the brilliance faded, seven or eight Tongxuan Stage Immortal Cultivators with different expressions appeared.

The person at the head, Tong Yan Hefa, Immortal Wind Dao Bone, needless to say, is the head of the Huayu Sect, too virtual and real.

There was no joy or anger on his face, and as for the Tongxuan Stage Elder in the back, their expressions were different.

They had long seen that Ling Xian was not pleasing to the eye, and Senior Brother Lu taught the other party a lesson, which was exactly what they wanted, but faintly, they felt that there was something wrong with this matter, and the gains and losses were the best description.

Although I think it's impossible, what if the senior brother loses?

After all, the world of cultivating immortals is strange, and whatever happens is possible.

I hope that I am unfounded.

And no matter what, they don't want to miss the excitement in front of them.

These Xuan Stage elders also wanted to see what Ling Immortal's strength was.

So, all of them came here.

Needless to say, the monks respectfully paid homage to the ancestors, and these old monsters of the Xuan Period naturally occupied the best stands.

"Uncle Xiao, Senior Brother Lu, the two of you want to duel, and I, as the head of the family, have nothing to say, but everyone is the same family, please try to get to the end. The voice of the real person came into my ears.

The two have no objections, even if they hate each other in their hearts, on the surface, of course, they must appear to be harmonious, and they will stop at the point or something, but they are just talking.

In this duel, either you die or I live.

Ling Xian was not wordy, and the green mangs on his body flew directly towards the circular field, and although the Master Feiyu muttered a little in his heart, but at this moment, where could he show weakness, so no matter what he thought in his heart, on the surface, he could only behave calmly, and the same spiritual light flashed all over his body, turned into a shocking rainbow, and flew to the opposite side of Ling Xian.

The two were more than ten feet apart, standing with each other, and there was no movement, but the atmosphere at the scene suddenly became tense.

All around, the arena that could accommodate tens of thousands of monks was full, and almost all the monks of the entire Huayu Sect came here.

One by one, their faces were full of excitement and there was a lot of discussion.

Of course, at this time, they were discussing the outcome of this duel.

The views of the monks can be said to be completely different, and each has its own supporters.

Of course, most of them are still optimistic about the Flying Feather Master.

After all, the other party is not only in the late stage of Tongxuan, but also in terms of prestige and fame, and he is far from being comparable to himself.

However, Ling Xian is not alone, there are still some people who are optimistic about Ling Xian.

Even if they and Ling Xian had never met at all, let alone understood each other, they had their own reasons, as the saying goes, there is no wind and no waves, and if Ling Shizu can become a Supreme Elder, he must have his own merits.

The sound of discussion between the two sides kept coming to his ears, since he had different opinions, it was inevitable that there would be disputes, and from time to time the sound of quarrels came into his ears, but Ling Xian's mind would not be affected by external objects at all.

The look of gain and loss on the face of the Flying Feather Master also disappeared.

As an old monster in the late stage of Tongxuan, the other party is also an experienced immortal cultivator, and the duel has begun, of course, the distracting thoughts will be eliminated, in a word, what is to compete now is the real strength of each other.

Ling Xian didn't move, his breath was calm, he was ready to make a preemptive attack.

Not afraid, just kidding, with Ling Xian's strength, he was 100% sure of this duel.

However, victory alone is nothing.

What Ling Xian wants is prestige, that is, not only to win, but also to win beauty.

It's better to be able to crush the other side.

Although Ling Xian was just casually posing, he was a Yuanyu Yuezhi, and his whole body exuded the temperament of a generation of grandmasters.

The Flying Feather Master's expression became solemn.

I really underestimated this guy.

But now it's too late to regret it, so I can only do my best to kill him here.

Cut the Gordian knot!

The Flying Feather Master made the same choice as Ling Xian.

He also had to make a quick decision, and seeing that Ling Xian was not moving, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Daoist friends are so humble, then it is better to be respectful and obey his orders, and do it first." ”

Before the words fell, his sleeve robe flicked, and the cold light flashed, and dozens of cold and shining fairy swords flew out of his sleeves.

Each stalk is as thin as a cicada's wings, and the momentum is extraordinary.

The entire arena couldn't help but be in an uproar.

It was Ling Xian, who was also shocked, and drove dozens of magic weapons at the same time, how could it be?

Even if it is himself, he does not have such a powerful divine sense.

However, this thought only passed through his mind, and then, Ling Xian recognized it.

These dozens of immortal swords are magic weapons with a complete set of attributes, so the other party can drive them.

This guy is not only very strong, but even the treasures are so extraordinary.

There is no vain under the fame, and the only thing he has done wrong is not to provoke himself.

A cold smile appeared at the corner of Ling Xian's mouth, and he still stood motionless.

There was no sacrifice of the treasure, nor was there any intention of evasion.

Those immortal cultivators who were watching the battle were all stunned, and the Flying Feather Master was also dumbfounded.

What is the other party doing, so he is making a fool of himself, and he is still too stupid to dodge.

I don't know.

But for me, it's a godsend, and maybe I can finish it.

This thought turned in his mind, and he didn't hesitate for a moment, and a spell was shot forward, and with its movements, the light of those whistling fairy swords became great, and the speed became much faster.

Suddenly, a sound of inhalation came to the ears from the stands:

"Such an amazing attack, worthy of the Flying Feather Ancestor. ”

"One hit determines the winner, and the two are not at the same level at all. ”

"Then why didn't Ling Xian hide, was he stupidly scared?" (To be continued.) )