This Was Not the Case Back Then (14)

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The young man's gaze seemed to be able to see through the weakness deep in people's hearts. It was an inexplicable feeling. When the young man looked at his body with his blood-red eyes, it was as if all the pores in his body were opened in an instant, and something so strange that no one could recognize it, something like murderous intent emerged from his body, which was so tiny that it was difficult to see it with the naked eye. It slowly poured into the hole it reached until it was full, as if the whole person was frightened by it, like falling into a nightmare.

Ling Hanzhong himself needed to take at least three breaths to relieve the pervasive chill that spread throughout his body.

It takes longer to realize that this unfamiliar feeling is called fear.

Ling Hanzhong has always been the leader of a sect, and he showed the courage of a leader of the sect. A strange light flashed in the wrinkled old eyes, and the sudden luck in Xuan Gong suppressed the strange feelings in body and mind.

"Are you the chief disciple of the old master from Yeluo Fort?"

The first half of what he said made people feel astonished, but the second half was shrouded in mist.

The Lord of Yeluo Castle is the overlord of Hangzhou. If he is to be eliminated, the news must have leaked out and he made unnecessary resistance in advance. This is understandable. It's just that 'the old man's chief disciple' is so puzzling.

Yeluobao's true identity is a branch of Daluoshan, and it is also a top secret among the Seven Crowns of the White King. Even with Ling Hanzhong's arrogant nature, he did not reveal this matter to anyone except his son. It's not that he's afraid of Daluoshan, but that he's shrewd and knows not to scare off the enemy. If he offends all the old guys and big devils who have spent their lives as wandering clouds and wild cranes on Daluo Mountain and come down the mountain, his plan to take over Hangzhou will inevitably be affected.

"It's the boy who has met Guanzhu Ling.'

Ming Feizhen sucked the icing on his fingers, and his words were quite respectful, but his tone was not.

"Huh, you know you're here, but why are you so rude? Didn't your master teach you to respect your teacher?'

Starting from the master's wife, Ling Hanzhong has also firmly dominated Ming Huayu's generation. Mingfei should really be called master and hold the junior ceremony.

Ming Feizhen put his hand around the *black knife', and gently supported his chin with his left hand. He looked very bored, tilting his head and looking at Ling Hanzhong without saying a word, looking extremely rude. Death, nickname

Ling Hanzhong was furious, this kid was just the grand-nephew of his master, how could he dare to do this? He sneered, "I know that guy is always making trouble, and the disciples he taught turned out to be such a thing.

"You like to talk nonsense, don't you?

Ming Feizhen interrupted his sneer. He was sitting far away and didn't use much effort to speak, but everyone could hear him clearly.

"You brought so many people here. If you just want to say these words, you can go back now."

Ling Hanzhong was startled and wanted to get angry, but he was nearly seventy years old, but he was able to restrain himself. After repeated consideration, he realized that his words were not true and made sense. The two dead fish eyes rolled, and then he smiled and said: "The rules of the rivers and lakes, the stronger wins, as it should be. Now that you are here, let's open the skylight and talk about it. I will decide the territory of Hangzhou. You Yeluo Fort has been in operation for many years, but so far there is no result. Everywhere in the Hangzhou Wulin is still - Pansansha Old Man, the capable one lives here, the hero rules Hangzhou, let alone you, even if your master comes, there will be no second In a word.

Yeluo Fort has never been a factor for Ling Hanzhong to worry about, including the impressive young man in front of him, which is also not within the scope of the ambitious old man's consideration. The battle for the territory of the Jianghu is different from the ordinary martial arts competition. In addition to the top-notch players with more than 100 years of experience, what he brought today was also accompanied by a continuous supply of support behind him. It is enough to deal with the counterattack of all the martial arts people in Hangzhou. The bravery of a single man, no matter what kind of master he is, is not enough to cause him to worry.

What he was really worried about was Ming Huayu who was far away. That person's behavior is always difficult to predict, not to mention that he is the leader of a sect in Daluoshan. Ling Hanzhong is different from his son in that he knows the strength of the three major sects of the Righteous Path very well. No matter which one of the three major sects it is, Lushan Sword Viewer cannot even think of escaping unharmed. Ling Hanzhong's goal is to dominate Jiangnan. The three major factions have nothing to do with his sphere of influence. There is no reason for him to want to provoke an opponent who needs to be dealt with with all his strength.

"Today's situation, Ye Luo Bao has no way to save it. I understand your thoughts. Young people are young and impulsive. Seeing that the foundation is in jeopardy, it is inevitable to get excited. For the sake of your master, I will not follow you. You care about your rudeness just now. Go back and don't hinder me from this important event. If you want to keep the name Yeluobao, come and apologize in the future. As long as you are sincere, I can't agree until now.

Ming Feizhen didn't answer, but his blood-like eyes were filled with substantial murderous intent. No words could make the murderous intent in these eyes more obvious.

Ling Hanzhong knew that a fierce battle was inevitable, but he did not regard it as a problem. He has experienced fighting in his life, and he has never seen any scenes. He said in a cold voice: "Since you are determined to be my enemy, you have to draw a line. Where are your men, let them come out.

The long sleeves fluttered like clouds, and a bright light appeared in the eyes.

"How wonderful it would be to destroy the monsters, old monsters and clowns all at once!"

Today is the day when Lushan Sword Temple is destined to go down in history. In the martial arts world in the south of the Yangtze River, no force has ever been able to capture the land of the Three Prefectures. Even in the thousand-year history of the Lushan Sword Watch, it has never been so glorious. All this glory will be brought by him - Sword Cutting the Blue Sky Ling Hanzhong.

Therefore, if Ling Hanzhong wants to win today, he must not only win perfectly and beautifully, but also win with incomparable dignity. To seek Hangzhou

State, he has been planning painstakingly for several years before the demon sect was destroyed, seeking the best opportunity, like the most patient hunter, quietly waiting for the time to attack. Now he waited.

This morning, he just finished discussing with the court representatives. This side suddenly changed his mind and attacked, seizing the opportunity to attack when the imperial court was in disarray. It was a strange peak that stood out, and he was a surprise from outside.

He spent several years planning to get the opportunity to attack, and used his extraordinary intelligence to deceive the court into having no time to stop him. In the end, the grand finale of crushing the Hangzhou Wulin with absolute combat power should not be messed up. If this final victory gesture were not majestic, if his old man's posture was not majestic, the taste of the fruits of the final victory would be much diminished.

But the answer that Ming was not true really disappointed him.

"not even one.

The young man didn't know the heights of the world, so he intercepted him alone, so unintelligent. The slightly disappointed old man hummed: "You don't have any men?

Ming Feizhen said calmly: "They are busy with something. They just arrested your son and a few prisoners and are on their way to the Yamen."

Ling Hanzhong had already heard about this, and he sent hundreds of other disciples to rescue him. He expected that his son would be fine at this moment. Mingfei really wanted to use Ling Qingshu as a hostage, which was a very clever strategy. He clapped his hands and laughed.

"You have backbone and responsibility. Capturing my son, Ling Hanzhong, is really admirable.

His narrowed eyes stared at Ming Feizhen, revealing a hint of cruelty and chill.

"So, you are seeking justice and are not afraid of the consequences. When you come to stop me today, you are just like your brothers and sisters, putting life and death at risk, right?"

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"no the same",

Those three words came out of his mouth gently, as if they were struck by a sledgehammer. It hit Ling Hanzhong just in the midst of Ling Hanzhong's laughter. Ling Hanzhong suddenly felt suffocated and his laughter stopped abruptly.

Ming Feizhen slowly stood up from the big stone, and the inexplicable thing like charcoal was carried on his shoulders. His eyes were lowered deeply, and his tone was like burning lava slowly flowing, a volcano about to erupt. Even if there is no sign of an explosion, just by being here, it feels unbearably hot to breathe, and the five internal organs are about to be roasted.

"I'm different from them. They like to grudge and act according to their instincts. I'm past that age and can't do that, so I have to do what I can.

"What can you do?

"They went there for people who deserved to die, and I came here for people who didn't deserve to die.

Every time Ming Feizhen said a word, he took a big step forward. He was being watched by hundreds of people, as if hundreds of swords were attached to him, but he didn't care, as if he didn't notice anything. Every time I take a step, I feel the sunshine and the atmosphere all over the mountain vibrate, almost making a sound. The veterans with profound skills had a feeling that they felt was ridiculous, but they could not find a reason to refute it - it seemed that this man's momentum actually overwhelmed all the swordsmen in their Lushan Sword Temple.

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How could this person's sense of pressure be so strong? If he hadn't known that Ming Huayu had just started accepting disciples more than 20 years ago, he would have thought that this kid had reached the realm of supernatural powers.

Ling Hanzhong suppressed the random thoughts in his heart and shouted.

"I can't tell, but you do have a compassionate heart. You said the one who deserves to die is my young scholar boy. Then the one who doesn't deserve to die is one of you from Yeluo Castle?'

Ling Hanzhong sneered and said: "It turns out you are still ambitious. What you want to save is not only Yeluo Bao, but also the martial arts dignitaries from the seven major sects in Hangzhou? Ha, as expected, it has been in business for a long time and it is difficult to abandon the foundation."

"No more." An angry look appeared on Ling Hanzhong's face, and he waved his hand. Behind him, Murong Song, the master of Yunsong Temple, unsheathed his sword. The sword was so cold that the cold light seemed to be wrapped with a layer of frost.

Ling Hanzhong said angrily: "What a loud tone. What you want to say is that what you want to save is the entire Hangzhou Wulin, right?"

"more than.

Ming Fei's blood-red eyes stared straight at Ling Hanzhong, as if he wanted to crush him.

"And you, Lushan Sword Temple, have over ten thousand disciples, all of whom are living human lives. I don't want to see so many people die together.

What he meant was that all friends and foes were included in the redemption process. From what angle does this person say this? Who do you think you are?!

"Where is Murong!

Murong Song agreed, went out to fight first, and shouted: "Arrogant and ignorant, you are a daring dog!" After scolding, his men moved as fast as the wind of a car, with a dragon roar and a sharp sword light.

"Come and accept your fate!

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