Dragon Emperor, Martial God

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"Ximen family, Ximen Gang!" "Nangong family, Nangong sword!"

The two flew in front of Ling Yun, blocking Ling Yun's path from left to right, raising their heads in unison, and proudly announced their names. Please search (\u0026￥) to see the most complete! fastest updated novel

"Listen to Dugumo, your kid's name is Lingyun, right? For the sake of you being Dugumo's friend, we won't embarrass you, but you have seen it, now we are dealing with that giant python, come here by yourself. Looking for a baby, I don't understand the rules of the rivers and lakes."

Ximen just wore a white robe and held a half-meter-long fan in his hand. After he landed, he displayed the fan dashingly, fanned himself in a serious way, shook his head and said.

Nangong Jian was dressed in a green shirt, holding a very narrow and sharp long sword in his hand, standing in front of Ling Yun expressionlessly, but did not speak.

Ling Yun's brows were already raised, but now he was amused when he heard Ximen Gang's words, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, and he said amusedly: "You guys are willing to deal with the giant python, that's your business, it has something to do with me? As the saying goes , the road is facing the sky, go to one side, everyone is busy, how about the well water does not make the river water?"

Although Lingyun is not afraid of these people now, he does not want to confront them, so he kindly talks to Ximengang and Nangongjian.

Ximen Gang smiled evilly, snapped his fan together, and said coldly, "Boy, we only persuade you for Dugumo's sake, you must not be ignorant, you know that today Who are the people here?" After he finished speaking, he raised his hand and went to the crowd where the rabbits rose and fell, and the falcons were fighting with the giant dragons as if they were flying.

Ling Yun asked seriously: "Oh? Tell me, who are they?"

Ximen just pointed to the field, first glanced at Ling Yun disdainfully, and then said: "Have you seen the one who uses the knife, the Dongfang Ting of the Dongfang family, the one with his bare hands, Tie Zhengping of the Shenquan Gate, and the one who uses parting Hook it. That's Shangguan Jue, Lei Wenxing with a gun..."

"Might as well tell you, our realm is above the eighth floor of the postnatal day, boy, since you are Dugumo's friend, we will take his face and let you join. If you don't know each other..."

Ling Yun smiled lightly: "So what?"

Ximen just frowned and glanced at Nangong Jian, then looked at Ling Yun as if he were looking at a monster and said, "If you don't know each other, let's not talk about leaving here, you think you can beat us with just your virtuous actions. which one?"

At this time,

Dugumo also secretly sent a voice transmission to Ling Yun: "Ling Yun, these people are from the ancient martial family and secret sects. If you want to explore Shimen now, you will definitely become the target of public criticism, and I can't protect you..."

Although Dugumo's memory of Ling Yun still remained at the moment when the two came out of the ballroom to fight, he himself didn't know why. When I saw Ling Yun just now, I felt very cordial and naturally said so many words.

Lingyun can use the powerful spiritual consciousness of the ninth level of Qi practice to erase part of Dugumo's memory, but he can't erase the feeling of a person.

Memory and feeling are two different things. For example, after a person loses his memory, he still feels kind to his relatives and friends. That's the feeling, not the memory.

Dugumo and Lingyun have fought side by side, and it can be said that they sympathize with each other. Lingyun thanked him for his help, and injected a fairy spirit into his body to help him break through, although these Dugumo have forgotten. But the familiarity with Ling Yun was still there.

Lingyun smiled and replied to Dugumo, also using the effort of focusing on the sound: "It's okay, let me see how much he weighs..."

Ling Yun had just broken through the fourth level of body training, he felt his own great strength, and now was the time when his skills were too tiring, Ximen Gang and Nangong Jian took the initiative to run over to feed him the knife. He couldn't ask for it.

Anyway, there is an endless supply of dragon saliva aura here, Ling Yun can be invincible only by virtue of his movement, so he smiled and said, "What are you talking about? Can you beat it? Let's try it out. Do you know?"

Ling Yun raised his eyebrows, and a strong confident smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He waved Xiaobai to get close to the rock wall, the black knife in his right hand shook, and he stretched out his left index finger and hooked it at Ximen.

Ximengang's face sank, and he said with a sinister smile: "Since you are courting death yourself, don't blame me for being rude!"

After he finished speaking, he came to Ling Yun's body in a flash, waved the folding fan in his hand, and slashed at Ling Yun like lightning!

Ling Yun saw his movement speed, and knew that his strength was not comparable to that of Dugu Mo, who was at the peak of the eighth floor of the post-mortem.

"Swipe..." The blade of the black knife collided with Ximengang's folding fan, almost without making a sound, and immediately cut off Ximengang's folding fan!

Ximen just felt that his hand was light for a moment, and the fan in his hand was only half left. He was frightened and distressed. He hurriedly jumped away, pointed at Ling Yun's black knife and said, "I wipe it! What kind of knife is this? ?!"

Ximengang's fan, the fan bone is made of black gold, and the fan surface is woven with gold thread, even a bullet can't penetrate it, but it was cut off by Ling Yun with a single knife, can he not be shocked?

Ling Yun succeeded in one move, and he was secretly amazed, thinking how could this blood demon knife be so sharp? It's not much worse than the Human Emperor Pen!

But now is not the time to study knives, Ling Yun said with an indifferent smile: "Don't care what kind of knives it is, for Dugumo's sake, this time I'm just teaching you a lesson, if you dare to stop me again, be careful I chop your legs!"

Ximen just didn't speak, his narrow and sharp eyes stared at the black knife in Ling Yun's hand, and his eyes gradually became horrified.

He suddenly trembled and shouted into the field: "Don't fight, this kid is holding the legendary Underworld Blood Demon Saber! This kid is from the Demon Sect!"

Dugumo was afraid that Ling Yun would suffer. He had been paying attention to the situation on Ling Yun's side. Naturally, he also saw the scene of Ximen Gang's fan being cut off by Ling Yun with one sword. Knife!

"Ling Yun this guy..."

Lingyun was extremely depressed, thinking that Dugumo didn't mean that this knife had not been born for thousands of years, why does it seem that everyone knows it? Is the Underworld Blood Demon Knife so famous?

It's a pity that Ling Yun didn't know it at first. If he had known that this was the Demon Sword of Underworld Blood, he would have rushed out just now with the Dragon Marked Sword.

"Hu..." "Hu..." "Hu..."

Before Ximen could finish speaking, there was a sound of wind breaking one after another in the cave, and everyone jumped out of the python's attack range, all came to Lingyun, and surrounded him.

"What?! Underworld Blood Demon Knife?"

"Ximengang, you must have read it wrong, right? The Devil's Blood Sword hasn't been born for thousands of years. How could it be in his hands?"

"Boy, bring the knife over and show us..."

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Some were shocked, some were excited, some were greedy, some were frightened, and in the darkness, the expressions on everyone's faces were different. Ling Yun could see clearly in the dark.

The scene suddenly became complicated.

Dugumo was the last one to come over. He walked in the dark and said to Lingyun: "Boy. I just said that your sword is a ghost sword, so you should throw it away as soon as possible. It's alright now. Trouble!"

"These people's behaviors are different from mine. They all claim to be famous and upright. They are from ancient martial arts families. They are responsible for slaying demons and eliminating demons. Since ancient times, right and wrong have not been divided. You are holding the ghost sword in your hand. How to explain useless..."

Lingyun knew for a long time that Dugumo had no thoughts of righteousness and evil, so he also said to Dugumo: "Who said I have to explain? This is five hundred meters underground, I can't explain it to them, you Just watch the show!"

Dongfang Ting, who was holding a sharp and long knife in his right hand, was about twenty-nine years old and looked quite stable, but he took a step forward. Looking carefully at the black knife in Ling Yun's hand, his face became more and more solemn.

The people of the Dongfang family are good at using knives, and they have meticulously studied all kinds of knives and blade techniques. Dongfang Ting stared at the black knife in Ling Yun's hand for a long time. Then he nodded solemnly and said, "Simon is right. Although I didn't see the scabbard, I'm sure it's the devil's holy artifact that has been missing for 1,200 years, the blood demon saber!"

Dongfang Ting eloquently said: "It is said that this is a magic knife from hell. It is made from the blood of a black dragon king of hell. It is the first of the nine sacred objects of the demon sect. It is not broken, the most important thing is that it can capture the soul, not only can it have a miraculous effect on the enemy, but also on the owner who uses it. The user is unaware at first, but after a long time, it will gradually become a magic knife. slave……"

Ling Yun sneered, he interrupted Dongfang Ting with a wave of his hand, and then retorted: "Fart, I think you all like to take legends as facts? When you see my treasured sword cutting iron like mud, you say it is a Magic knife, I'm afraid you all want to take it for yourself, right?!"

Dongfang Ting shook his head and smiled: "Little brother, you are wrong, although I like knives very much, and I know that this ghost sword is a peerless sword, but I will never have any coveted thoughts, let's not talk about right and wrong first. Li, I personally don't want to be a slave to a magic knife!"

"Little brother, I don't think you look like someone from the devil's sect. Why don't you throw this knife away as soon as possible, lest you become a devil in the future, and you won't be able to argue in front of the heroes of the world..."

What he said was very upright and upright, Ling Yun looked at him with only shock in his eyes, no greed, he nodded secretly, and did not intend to embarrass Dongfang Ting.

"Dugumo, since your friend is from the Demon Sect, what do you say?" Ximen had just been cut off by Ling Yun's folding fan.

Ling Yun glanced at Ximen Gang lightly, but he wasn't angry, just smiled slightly.

Dugumo shook his head resolutely and said: "Ximen, you are also a member of the Ximen family, don't talk nonsense, I don't care what kind of knife this knife is, but I can guarantee with my life that Lingyun is definitely not one of the demons. people!"

Dugumo's words were firm and decisive, and he choked back Ximen Gang, making his face turn red and white, but in the dark, no one could see it.

Now Ling Yun has confirmed that the black knife he got is the real blood demon knife, but he firmly doesn't believe that this knife can erode his mind. The powerful soul he cultivated in the tribulation period, if it weren't for the too terrifying catastrophe, He is already an Earth Immortal in the Dacheng stage now, how could he be controlled by a magic sword?

What's more, in that temple just now, Ling Yun had cut off the powerful and pure influence of that Buddhist monk! How could he care about the influence of this knife?

"Anyway, this knife has been confirmed to be the blood demon knife. Since it is a sacred item of the demon sect, then in any case, it must be handed over to the famous sect to deal with it together!"

"Lingyun, as long as you hand over the Underworld Blood Demon Saber obediently, we will let you leave, how about it?"

Ling Yun smiled lightly: "Okay, since you have to say that it is the Demon Blood Sword, then it is the Demon Blood Demon Sword, but I will never hand it over, who wants to take the pretense of being famous and decent. The flag, just take it as you can!" (To be continued.) (To be continued.)

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