The Sovereign of the Nine Realms

Chapter 447: The sword will never turn back if it is not stained with blood!
Chapter 447: The sword will never turn back if it is not stained with blood!
Chapter 447: The sword will never turn back if it is not stained with blood!
Having easily enslaved Mi Baoer and acquired a very talented genius, Ling Hantian was in a good mood.

To Ling Hantian's surprise, this Mi Bao'er turned out to be Yaoyue's younger sister.

Needless to say, this Yaoyue must be an extremely powerful existence, and even the current Ling Hantian is by no means a match for this person.

However, Yaoyue is on the fifth floor of the Blood Soul Killing Field. She wants to go from the fifth floor to the second floor, but she has to pay a great price.

Besides, the news of Mi Baoer's enslavement is only known by Mi Baoer and Xueman.

Ling Hantian believes that Mi Baoer will definitely deal with the blood man, that is to say, the news that Mi Baoer was enslaved by him may not necessarily spread, and Ling Hantian still has some time to improve his cultivation.

Even Ling Hantian guessed that after he got the blood-devouring cold fire and woke up the little blue tree, what Yaoyue was he afraid of? He directly swept the entire blood soul killing field!
Thinking of this, the corners of Ling Hantian's mouth could not help but curl into a smile.

Just when Ling Hantian had just walked out of the altar in the practice room, Wang Huairen walked up anxiously.

"Brother Ling, things are a little troublesome. There is a powerful person with high prestige in the organization who strongly opposes the decision of the boss. Now things are still deadlocked."

Hearing this, Ling Hantian raised his head, and said in surprise: "Who is this person who can question Ye Tiannan's decision?"

The corner of Wang Huairen's mouth was bitter, and he said, "It's Leng Wuqing, the number two person in the organization."

"Cold and heartless?"

Ling Hantian snorted coldly, it seemed that this Leng Wuqing didn't understand the situation, he wanted to see what kind of means this Leng Wuqing had, and wanted to strongly oppose him.

Without any hesitation, Ling Hantian raised his foot towards the free organization, oh no, it should be regarded as the headquarters of the Zhentian League.

At this moment, in the relatively small conference hall of Zhentianmeng, the atmosphere was extremely tense.

The hall was divided into three factions, one was the reform faction headed by Ye Tiannan, the other was the conservative faction headed by Leng Wuqing, and the other was the neutral wait-and-see faction.

Leng Wuqing was dressed in snow clothes and robes, white clothes and white hair, and even his skin color was whiter than ordinary people, which brought out his cold temperament even more.

It's just that at this moment, due to the fierce argument, an abnormal flush appeared on his face.

Crunch!

At this moment, the door of the conference hall was pushed open by Wang Huairen, and everyone's eyes were attracted.

With his hands behind his back, Ling Hantian walked into the hall without haste.

Seeing Ling Hantian coming in, Ye Tiannan quickly stood up from above, walked forward very enthusiastically, and said to Ling Hantian, "Leader, you are finally here."

When Ye Tiannan said this, Ling Hantian's eyes lit up. This seemingly simple title contained too much meaning in it. Ye Tiannan's followers all looked at Ling Hantian curiously, wanting to see this What is the origin and ability of the guy the leader is willing to submit to.

However, the warriors on the cold and ruthless side clearly showed mockery and disdain on their faces, and some warriors even looked at Ye Tiannan with contempt.

The leader of the majestic Liberation Organization actually bowed his knees to a martial artist who was half a step ahead of the Xiantian Realm, he was simply unworthy to be their leader.

At this time, a cold and ruthless voice sounded, "Is this the Ling Tian whom the boss mentioned?"

Ling Hantian frowned slightly, turned his head sideways to look at the source of the sound, and suddenly found white clothes and white hair, and a cold and ruthless body.

The age is close to thirty, half-step Nirvana, talent can only be regarded as mediocre, and strength is not worth mentioning in Ling Hantian's eyes.

"I am Ling Tian, ​​what do you think of me?"

Ling Hantian went straight to the point, and didn't talk nonsense to this Leng Wuqing at all.

"Of course I have a problem with you."

Leng Wuqing snorted coldly, and stood up from his seat holding the Wuqing sword, "I heard that you are a newcomer who just came up from the first floor?"

Ling Hantian's eyes narrowed, he wanted to see what kind of moth this Leng Wuqing could make.

"You are a newcomer, as soon as you come to the second floor, you want to be our leader, and you even took a Tiantian alliance for our organization. Are you out of your mind or something? Is the word sky a taboo in the blood soul killing field?"

"If the three words Zhentianmeng come out, I am afraid that we will be wiped out by the strong from the third floor the next day. You are simply trying to push us into the fire pit with ulterior motives. .”

Although Leng Wuqing has a cold demeanor, when it comes to the truth, he is really a set of things. If he is an ordinary person, he may really be bewitched.

Facing the question from Leng Wuqing, everyone was looking forward to how Ling Hantian would react.

But to the disappointment of people, Ling Hantian didn't react at all, and looked cold and heartless like watching a clown performance, and said calmly: "Are you finished?"

As soon as these words came out, Leng Wuqing really had the urge to vomit blood.

As soon as Ling Hantian said this, the series of combined punches he just made were like hitting cotton, and they didn't hit Ling Hantian's vitals at all.

However, Leng Wuqing will not lose the moral high ground so easily, and said loudly: "Ling Tian, ​​don't change the subject, first face the question I just raised!"

As soon as Leng Wuqing said this, everyone knew that it was impossible for Ling Hantian to get away easily.

But the next moment, Ling Hantian lazily said something that made everyone vomit blood.

"I'm not interested in answering your question at all."

Not interested in answering, this is simply treating the cold and heartless performance just now as a clown.

This is definitely Chi Guoguo's slap in the face, and Leng Wuqing put his face on it for Ling Hantian to slap, and was even slapped by Ling Hantian.

At this moment, Leng Wuqing was completely enraged by Ling Hantian.

"You are courting death!"

The extremely cold shouts came like a cold wind in the twelfth lunar month, and the temperature in the hall almost dropped by a few degrees.

bass!
A dazzling cold light flashed, Wuqing's sword came out of its sheath, and Leng Wuqing suddenly transformed into a peerless swordsman, the cold light of the sword point directly piercing Ling Hantian's chest.

This sword condensed Leng Wuqing's 30 years of kendo power, agitating the air, like the assassination of the Unrivaled Sword Emperor, ruthless and decisive, releasing the aura that the sword will never stop without being stained with blood.

Facing the cold and ruthless attack, many of Ye Tiannan's followers opened their mouths wide and let out exclamations.

Although Ye Tiannan had said how powerful Ling Hantian was, they still couldn't imagine that Ling Hantian could block Leng Wuqing's deadly sword.

The faces of the warriors on Leng Wuqing's side all showed complacency. Once the Wuqing sword was drawn, the sword would not be sheathed without being stained with blood.

This Ling Tian is dead.

(End of this chapter)