Facing this century-old battle that dazzled everyone, Ye Qian's attitude at the moment was very childish, even more childish than usual. It seemed that this decisive battle was of no importance to Ye Qian, otherwise Ye Qian would not have

Linglong and others will be brought here.

It has to be said that Ye Qian's childish attitude made Feng Yun on the side even more angry. Even the disciples of the Holy Fist Sect could no longer stand it. They were all staring at Ye Qian at the moment.

, those looks can even kill people.

Ye Qian, on the other hand, was still smiling with a playful expression on his face. It seemed that in his eyes, the people of the Holy Fist Sect were just trash that could be killed easily.

Faced with the provocation of this middle-aged man wearing armor and an unusual appearance from the Holy Fist Sect, Ling Long, who was behind Ye Qian, was the first to stand up.

Among the twelve flower masters, Linglong's cultivation is the best, and her defense is something that few people in the world can break.

Standing in front of the armored middle-aged man, Linglong just snorted disdainfully and said, "Tell me, how do you want to die?"

Ling Long's words were not unreasonable. In Ling Long's eyes, the Sky City and Holy Fist Sect were not competing at all, but a life-and-death killing.

"Little girl, you are not old, but your tone is not small. If you want to kill me, you also want to see if you have the ability?"

Although the middle-aged man in armor was a little wary of Ling Long, he was not timid about fighting. At least he still had to fight to win or lose.

However, Linglong was not as interested as him. Without further words, Linglong took action directly.

Everyone saw that the ring in Linglong's hand first emitted a ray of light, and then white lotuses surged all over her body.

The light shone brightly, and everyone felt their eyes go dark. When they opened their eyes again to see the world clearly, everything had passed.

The middle-aged man in armor was still standing in front of Ye Qian, while Linglong snorted disdainfully and turned back to the camp of the women behind Ye Qian.

In just a blink of an eye, the middle-aged man suddenly burst into light, and his silver armor exploded instantly, and his whole body turned into piles of powder under this white light, scattered between the sky and the earth.

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"Dead, this, this..."

Fear and horror, at this moment, everyone from the Tiandao Hidden Sect, the Blue Sword people, or Ye Xiuluo who was watching the battle felt a chill on his back, and even Feng Yun shivered.

You must know that Feng Yun's disciples are known as the Thirteen Taibao, who are thirteen powerful people in the Tianyuan Realm.

And this Tianyuan man actually died under Linglong's blow. He didn't even have the power to survive. Even everyone present didn't know what happened. This was simply too terrifying.

"How is this possible? How is this possible?" The disciples of the Holy Fist Sect were shocked one by one at this moment. Everyone looked at each other with expressions of fear.

Ye Xiuluo on the side also touched the cold sweat on his head and shouted in his heart: It's her, it's her?

Obviously Ye Shura felt something the moment Linglong took action. After all, Linglong's magic power was the same as that of the man who saved Qin Chuan in the imperial capital. Ye Shura would naturally not forget that familiar aura.

At this moment, Ye Xiuluo even felt a little lucky. Fortunately, he only walked fast at that time. Otherwise, once he was entangled by Linglong, not only one of the Ten Jue Tianjun would be killed in the battle of the Imperial Capital.

Here in the East China Sea, the battle between Feng Yun and Ye Qian has not officially begun. The Holy Fist Sect has killed a disciple first. This situation is very unfavorable for the Holy Fist Sect and Feng Yun. After all, the momentum and battle have not yet been defeated.

Naturally, the mind was greatly damaged.

"Damn Ye Qian, are you going to give my junior brother his life?"

Before Feng Yun could speak, someone from the Holy Fist Sect came out to kill him again.

And behind Ye Qian, Liu Mingliang is also ready to make a move.

But before Liu Mingliang could step forward, a figure blocked the path of the visitor from the Holy Fist Sect.

"Amitabha!"

After a loud chanting of the Buddha's name, everyone could clearly see the figure of the incoming person. Who was the great monk Tianqi from Shaolin who suddenly blocked the way of the Holy Fist Sect?

"Monk Tianqi, get away from me. Why, you also want to be an enemy of our Holy Fist Sect?"

When the man saw the sudden arrival of the great monk Tianqi, he immediately spoke and said very unhappy.

The great monk Tianqi put his hands together and said: "Tiger Donor, please be patient and please listen to what I have to say..."

As he spoke, the great monk Tianqi faced Feng Yun and said: "Senior Feng Yun, you are a senior expert in my Tiandao Hermit Sect, and Master Ye is also a friend of my Tiandao Hermit Sect. I dare to speak today, and I hope you two can put down your words.

Let’s break up the prejudice and make peace with each other. After all, we are all our own people, and it is not good to hurt anyone.”

No one expected that at this moment, the great monk Tianqi would actually become a peacemaker and grow old.

As soon as the great monk Tianqi said this, Xian Zhentian and the rest of the Tiandao Hidden Sect people also echoed: "Yes, yes, senior Feng Yun, we are all friends no matter what, don't get hurt over such a trivial matter.

So peaceful!"

Due to the sudden intervention of people like Tiandao Yinmen, this hot potato was thrown in front of Feng Yun.

Feng Yun, on the other hand, narrowed his eyes and said with a sinister expression: "Friend? Haha, our Holy Fist Sect cannot afford to make friends like him. Kill my disciples first, then destroy the foundation of our Northern Kingdom. If we don't kill him today,

It’s hard to calm down the anger in my heart.”

"this……"

Feng Yun's words made Monk Tianqi a little dumbfounded.

At this moment, the great monk Tianqi was stunned, and could only bite the bullet and continue: "What the senior said is absolutely true. There is indeed something wrong with what Master Ye did before, but you two are the Qingtian of my Eastern cultivation world.

Giant, if there is any matter, we can sit down and discuss it carefully, why should we fight like this to the death?"

"Let's discuss it carefully?"

Listening to the words of the great monk Tianqi, Feng Yun seemed to be hearing a joke.

If it hadn't been for Linglong's shocking move before, Feng Yun would never have given Ye Qian a chance to discuss it. But seeing the cards behind Ye Qian, Feng Yun felt a little less confident at this moment.

Turning his eyes and thinking for a while, Feng Yun sighed and said: "Tianqi, today this sect will give you a face. Don't you want to discuss it? As long as Ye Qian agrees to hand over the murderer of my disciples and disband.

Lan Jian, repeat the foundation of our Holy Fist Sect in the North Country. This account book will be wiped out today. Otherwise, our sect will bloodbath the East China Sea today, and neither Ye Qian nor the Lan Jian people will be able to return alive."

"this……"

Monk Tianqi felt an inexplicable headache regarding the conditions proposed by Feng Yun. At this moment, he could only turn his head and look at Ye Qian: "Master Ye, look at this..."

At this moment, Ye Qian smiled casually and looked at the East China Sea, which was already calm: "There are no storms in the East China Sea today. I really don't understand where the evil wind came from and made Master Feng Yun's tongue flash.

Sorry. This toad's panting problem is not good and needs to be cured."

As soon as Ye Qian said this, the women behind him, including Lan Jian, burst into laughter.

And Feng Yun, who lost his face for no reason, screamed: "Huangkou kid, you, you are really bullying me!"
Chapter completed!