Painting of the Nine Immortals Chapter 568: Two fingers

"Xianling, I have waited for you for seventeen years, and finally I have waited for you."

The voice fell, and a handsome young man in black came from the front, his expression cold and powerful.

"Huh?"

Ling Xian raised his brows and looked at the oncoming man. He was a little familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was.

So, he had to ask: "Who is your excellency? Have I offended you?"

Hearing this, the man was stunned. After that, the coldness on his face disappeared, replaced by shame.

"You...you don't even know me! Damn, you forgot me Leng Feng!"

The man was furious, and the horror swept out, shaking the surroundings.

He has been waiting for Ling Xian for seventeen years, but right now, the person who has been regarded as the target does not remember himself at all. How can he not feel ashamed?

"Ah, it turns out that you are Leng Feng. No wonder I have a sense of familiarity." Ling Xian suddenly thought, and he understood why this person was full of murderous intentions.

It's nothing more than being unwilling to be defeated by myself, and deliberately came to shame.

"Damn it, am I in your heart, is it so trivial?"

Leng Feng's face was gloomy and he gritted his teeth and said: "Since you left the sect, I have been here to wait for you for an hour every day. I have waited for 17 years, but you have forgotten me!"

"This..."

Ling Xian gave a wry smile, able to understand Leng Feng's mood at the moment.

An object who has been waiting for 17 years, seeing it as an object that must be surpassed, but can't remember himself at all, no one can bear it!

But he really doesn't remember Leng Feng, so who can blame him?

"Damn, you really deserve to die!"

Leng Feng rushed into the crown with anger, and the horror vigorously came out, like a stormy sea.

The disciples who happened to pass by were also attracted and rushed over from a distance. "I more and more complete"

"It's been so many years, after all, it's inevitable to forget it."

Ling Xian couldn't laugh or cry. If you knew that I even remember the two guards, I wonder what would I think? It is estimated that he will directly vomit blood for three liters.

"I don't care if you forget me or not, anyway, after this battle, I will always be stamped in your heart."

Leng Feng stepped out in one step, and the aura he exuded became more and more terrifying, and he had reached the middle stage of pill formation. It can be seen that he has grown a lot in these ten years.

"It seems that you are determined to find me trouble." Ling Xian frowned.

"Yes, it's been seventeen years. This humiliation has been in my heart for seventeen years. Today I will be ashamed."

Leng Feng's face was gloomy, he was full of anger at first, and Ling Xian didn't take him to heart, even more angry.

"In the middle of the formation of pill, the cultivation speed is good, but it is a pity that this strength is still not my opponent."

Ling Xian glanced at the person faintly, and said: "I just returned to the sect, and I don't want to do anything with you, so I will retreat quickly so as not to insult myself."

"This time, the only person to be humiliated is you."

Leng Feng smiled proudly, his face full of confidence: "Seventeen years, I have waited for a full seventeen years, today I will suppress you and knock you off the altar."

"Suppression?"

Ling Xian glanced at Leng Feng faintly, and said: "At that time, we were playing fair, and there was no humiliation. If you insist on assuming that I am humiliating you, that’s fine, I’ll give you one today. Opportunity."

"Whether you give it or not, I will suppress you today!"

Leng Feng smiled disdainfully, and a dark blade appeared in his right hand. Suddenly, killing intent gushed out like a tide, causing the temperature of this space to drop suddenly.

"Well, I will solve you first, and then go to work."

Ling Xian sighed lightly, then stretched his right hand flat and made a request.

"Go ahead."

The words fell, and the monks who had gathered to watch the excitement suddenly started talking.

"Isn't that Master Xian? The opposite of him is Leng Feng? Look at this posture, it's going to be a fight."

"Normal. In the four great competitions more than ten years ago, Master Xian killed Leng Feng with a single shot. Anyone who changed would be unwilling to do so."

"Who do you think will win? I guess Leng Feng is more likely to win. You don't know that since he lost to Master Immortal, the whole person is like a mad man, practicing crazy."

"Yes, and his cultivation is already in the middle stage of the pill formation. He has made rapid progress. It is estimated that he will win this battle."

There was a lot of discussion, and many people were optimistic about Leng Feng.

Firstly, it was because he practiced too hard, and his cultivation reached the middle stage of pill formation. But Ling Xian had left the sect for more than ten years, and no one knew his current cultivation base.

"Did you hear what they said?"

Leng Feng stood with a knife, his eyes fixed on Ling Xian, and said: "For seventeen years, I have practiced frantically, desperately squeezing every bit of my potential. There have been many times when I was only a tiny bit away from death. You beat it."

"Now, I finally have the strength to defeat you, Xianling, you can also taste the taste of being defeated by you!"

Leng Feng pointed at Ling Xian with a knife, and his cold killing intent locked him firmly.

However, he was not moved at all.

"I have been practicing the Taoist path so far, and I have not failed. But I think that even if I lose one day, I will not hold the hate like you."

"Then give it a try, when I defeat you, you will know what it feels like!" Leng Feng smiled grimly, and the black knife in his hand smashed into force!

Swipe!

The black knife pierced through the air, in the blink of an eye, the biting chill suddenly changed the colors of the spectators!

However, Ling Xian is still so calm and calm.

"There are those who lose, but it will never be you."

Speaking faintly, Ling Xian slowly stretched out two fingers, and lightly clamped the knife in everyone's horrified eyes.

Clang!

The crisp sound echoed, setting off the dull faces of everyone.

Only Leng Feng was not sluggish. He was not surprised and rejoiced. He grinned and said: "My Leng Feng's knife is not so easy to pick up."

The voice fell, the mighty power!

The black long sword burst out of dazzling divine glory, condensed into a hundred-zhang sword light, standing upright from above the nine heavens, trying to split Ling Xian in half!

This scene made everyone change color again, and it was hard to hide the panic in their eyes.

"Haha, Xianling, die!" Leng Feng laughed loudly, a look of triumphant joy appeared on his face.

"You are too early to be proud."

Ling Xian glanced at this person faintly, letting the hundred-zhang sword light fall without doing any defense. However, when the blade light was only three inches from the top of his head, it disappeared with the wind.

After that, he gripped the **** of the black knife and began to use force.

However, as soon as he tried hard~IndoMTL.com~ everyone heard a crisp sound.

"Crack!"

There was a crisp sound, and the black knife broke and fell to the ground.

It also fell on the hearts of everyone present.

One after another, they looked at Ling Xian with shock, fear, and disbelief.

Standing still, let the sword break without attack?

With two fingers, the black knife broke instantly?

Oh my God, what kind of strength does this have to do? !

Everyone present was shocked, and their faces were full of incredible.

Especially Leng Feng, was shocked to the point where it could not be added, even breathing was a little difficult.

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