Under the night, the forest was deserted. If it were the past, the land would naturally fall into a deep sleep, but today it is different.

People from several major sects sent to encircle Ling Feng, with the purpose of obtaining the black gourd. As long as whoever gets the gourd, the overall strength of the sect can be improved by several levels. Everyone will be moved by this kind of treasure.

Several sects sent teams to search for Ling Feng's figure. As long as someone noticed it, it would ignite the signal and these people would rush over immediately.

In the middle of the mountain, there were a huge tent in which several sects were holding meetings. The thing to discuss at the meeting was naturally how to distribute the blood in the gourd after killing Ling Feng.

"Master Qing Sect, there are many people coming to your Qingshan Sect this time. It seems that they are bound to win the gourd." A middle-aged man dressed in a Taoist priest said in a deep voice.

"Everyone is all right, but your elite disciples are still eighty. I guess Ling Feng is dead."

"But then again, everyone knows that gourd. If Ling Feng dies, should the gourd be discussed first to distribute it?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a bald man stood up, his face full of flesh, and said arrogantly: "My strength of the Han Bing Sect is recognized. I think I deserve seven out of ten of the blood."

"What did you say?" an old man immediately stood up and said, "What do you think your Hanbing Sect is? My evil Sect is famous. Who doesn't give me a face in the Blood Heaven and Earth? You want to go through seven out of ten blood, so do we eat shit?"

"What, if you are not convinced by the blood heaven and earth, let's go out to practice." The big man sneered.

"Okay, don't argue with both of you. Ling Feng hasn't been found yet. What's the use of you quarrel here?"

A man wearing a black iron sword and carrying a big knife said. After the other party finished speaking, the two men snorted and sat down.

Outside the tent, teams of people were patrolling vigilantly. As long as there was wind around, they would immediately use the sword in their hands to tear each other apart.

rustle!

Suddenly, there was movement in the grass, and a team immediately stopped, pulled out their weapons, and walked forward little by little.

A white rabbit jumped out, but the team relaxed. One person even grabbed the rabbit and prepared to go back and cook.

"Why haven't Ling Feng found it yet? He won't have been killed." One person muttered.

"Stop talking, then let's not worry about Lingfeng, just do our own things well."

Hissing!

Just as the man finished speaking, he suddenly felt a dizzy moment and his brain was still wondering what was going on, but he found that his body was still standing there.

"What's going on?" After this idea, the man's body also fell to the ground.

"Someone..."

The people around were shocked. Before the word "attack" was said, several cold lights flashed, and several big heads flew into the sky, spewing out large pieces of blood mist.

Puchi!

As the last person fell to the ground, it turned into a sea of ​​blood, and a black shadow appeared quietly. Looking at the dead people on the ground, the sword in their hands was extremely luster, but there was no drop of blood.

"If you want to kill me, Ling Feng, then you can see who killed whom."

Ling Feng whispered, and his body slid into the grass and crouched in it for about half an hour. When another team walked past him, he launched an attack from behind.

He covered one's mouth and cut the other's throat with a long sword in his hand. After he killed this person, Ling Feng rushed forward and solved the two of them in succession. The people in front were finally alarmed.

"Someone attacked!"

After a scream, he pulled out his weapons in unison, but Ling Feng was faster than them and killed them almost at the same time.

“Bold!”

A loud shout sounded, and the man who fell from the sky held two axes and slapped them hard. Ling Feng was too lazy to look at the other party, and slapped him directly. The man was seriously injured and vomited blood and flew back.

"Tianhua Realm!" the man who fell to the ground said in horror.

"You know too much." Ling Feng said coldly, and with his fingers bounced, a wisp of strong wind flew away. However, the man gritted his teeth and tried to keep the two axes in front of him. He was also a lazy donkey rolling and avoiding him.

"Kill!"

"Ling Feng is here, the gourd is on him!"

The black shadow swayed, and the sound of chaotic footsteps came. Ling Feng quickly retreated, facing the forty or fifty people in front of him, his face remained unchanged at all.

"Ling Feng, hand over the gourd, you can't touch the treasure!" A short old man walked out and shouted coldly.

"If you don't hand it over, I'll let you have blood splattered three feet today!" Another man holding a ruler shouted.

Ling Feng looked at the few people with expressionless face, not nervous even if he was surrounded by others, because he is now a master of the Tianhua Realm. He has no need to be afraid of facing several Tianren Realm and innate levels.

"If you want a gourd, you should exchange your lives for it." Ling Feng said coldly, and the black gourd appeared in his hand and was immediately thrown to a high altitude by him.

"The gourd is there, grab it quickly!"

I don’t know who shouted, and greedy eyes appeared one after another, and countless black shadows flew up and reached out to grab the black gourd.

"Don't rob, this is mine!" A man's eyes turned red and he actually attacked the person next to him. The man could not avoid it and was penetrated by a sword in his chest.

However, although he killed the other party, the gourd did not fall into the man's hands. Instead, a strong wind blew, and the gourd flew towards the depths of the forest.

"Mine, no one can grab it for me!"

A man broke through the siege and grabbed the gourd, but he hadn't laughed for long. A sword penetrated him from his back, and a white palm grabbed the gourd.

"Let me go!"

An old voice sounded, and the next moment, a powerful impact force came, directly causing the man to vomit blood and flew out, and the gourd fell into the hands of an old man with a young face and a long hair.

"Haha, I finally succeeded."

After the old man finished laughing wildly, he flashed and was about to leave, but the next moment, several figures quickly blocked him.

"Leave it, you can get out." The bald man said coldly.

"Go to die!"

The old man did not talk nonsense, and the golden sword roared away in his hand, while the bald man waved a mace in his hand, colliding with the golden sword with the sound of breaking through the air, and fierce Mars splashed out.

"So it's you, Jin Jian Zhenren." After the two separated, the bald man said with a cold eyes.

"Hmph! I didn't expect you to have some eyesight, it's good, it's me."

"Minister Jin Jian, if you don't hand over this gourd tonight, we will definitely not let you get out of here." After the words came, the other leaders of the sect had already come over and surrounded the Golden Sword Master in a circle. The other party was now unable to escape.

The face of the master Jin Jian changed slightly, and his arms under his sleeves trembled involuntarily. The gourd was tightly held by him, and he wanted him to give up this treasure, which made him very unwilling to accept it.

"Hmph! Say less nonsense, let me come and learn about you!"

Finally, Master Jinjian gritted his teeth and put away the gourd. The two swords in his hand pierced the space and flew away. Under the night, he saw a golden light flashing, and several disciples had been killed.

"You dare!"

The old man with hair and beard showed anger and smashed the huge hammer in his hand. However, the Jinjian Master laughed and held the golden sword in his hand and met him. After breaking through a hole, he flew away to escape.

"Leave it to me."

boom!

The powerful sword energy fell from the sky, and the old man of the Golden Sword was forced to stop, thunder and tremble on the ground, and a deep trench appeared in front of him.

"Cold Ice Gate!" Looking at the cold air coming out of the ground, Master Jin Jian turned around and his eyes gradually became cold.

"Master Jinjian, we have so many experts here today. You can't leave with the gourd smoothly. If you don't want to fall here today, just leave it and we will let you leave safely."

"You can't get involved in this kind of baby."

"Don't think about it, I'll see how you stop me today."

"Golden Sword Assassination!"

call out!

The next moment, Master Jinjian heard from the spot out of thin air, and a dangerous aura came from the air. Several disciples were cut off their throats, and then Master Jinjian turned into a golden light and rushed into the sky.

"I'd known you would have been like this."

"Ice cage!"

Kick!

The air immediately waited for the coldness to cool down. On the head of the Golden Sword, a cage condensed by the ice was imprisoned. The golden sword in his hand was chopped back and forth, and it would not be destroyed for a while.

"Ice Explosion!"

Boom!

The cage exploded, and the man on the golden sword fell to the ground with scars. He coughed up bleeding, and his old face turned pale.

"etc!"

Master Jin Jian immediately waved his hand, took out the gourd, and said, "I am willing to hand over the gourd, I will leave here immediately..."

After saying that, he threw the gourd out with force. In an instant, at least hundreds of figures rushed towards the gourd, but some people still stood there without moving.

"you!"

The Jinjian Master looked at the few people who were not moving and said furiously: "That's true. Do you think I will give it a fake?"

When the other party shouted, the few people present changed their colors on the spot. They just thought that the gourd was fake and Master Jin Jian would take the opportunity to escape, but who thought that the other party would throw it out.

Brush!

They all rushed over, and the Jinjian master got up and curled up a cold feeling at the corner of his mouth, turned around and left.

"A group of idiots, I won the Oscars in the 1980s..."

As he was talking, the other party had already flashed into the jungle, but the next moment, a black shadow came to him quietly.

"You..." As soon as he spit out the word "you", a cold light flashed, and the throat of the Golden Sword was pierced.

"Actually, I forgot to tell you that the one in your hand is actually fake."

Ling Feng raised his mouth lightly and said in a calm tone.

The Jinjian Master fell to the ground, his eyes wide open, and he died with his eyes open. He did not expect that Ling Feng would fool everyone.
Chapter completed!