4126: High fighting spirit

High fighting spirit

0"Sister Chuxi, I'm afraid we're not their match." Ling Yixin and the others were a little excited, but they felt even more guilty.

"Did you forget what I just said? if Meng Zheng can do it, you can do it too. Don't forget, you're from the Ling family." Ling Chuxi's gaze swept across Ling Yixin and the others 'faces one by one. Her gaze was filled with anticipation and confidence.

Feeling the anticipation and confidence in his eyes, every disciple of the Ling clan felt a surge of warmth in their hearts. A sense of pride as a disciple of the Ling clan welled up in their hearts.

No matter, even the cowardly second uncle had mustered up his courage today. Even when facing a peak Emperor level opponent, even if he was beaten black and blue, he still didn't yield. Could it be that they were inferior to second uncle?

Thinking of this, Ling Yixin and the others were even more motivated. If Ling Ziyun knew that he had already become an example of inspiration and a negative example for his fellow clansmen, who knew what he would think.

"Today, let's show the Yuwen family that our Ling family is not that easy to bully." Ling Zhongxiao roared and was the first to charge forward.

Immediately after, Ling Yitong, Ling Yixin, and the others also drew their swords and followed closely behind him, attacking the Yuwen family.

As soon as they made their move, Ling Zhongxiao and the others 'strength was fully displayed. The Yuwen clan's men let out a long sigh of relief. They had made the right choice. The strongest among them was only at the initial stage of the monarch level, and there were only three or four of them. If they were to use their full strength, they would be able to end the battle in less than fifteen minutes.

Unfortunately, it was too early for them to celebrate.

The silver hook was like frost, and the sword Qi was soaring into the sky. It was one of the Yuwen family's disciples.

Facing Ling Zhongxiao and the others who were attacking him from all sides, this person's mood was extremely relaxed, and he even had some contempt.

So what if there were more people? the highest was only at the initial stage of the Emperor level. If he was not afraid of angering Ling Chuxi and not keeping his promise to attack personally, he could have killed the few people on the other side with a full-force Sword strike.

There was a faint smile on the man's face, but as the long sword was thrust forward, the smile on his face became strange.

That's not right, why is it so slow? It was so slow that even he could not believe it. He was clearly a late stage monarch level master, but this sword light was slower than an early stage monarch level master. It was not much faster than the Ling clan's disciples who were only at the monarch level.

"Could it be a domain?" The man's heart turned cold and he cursed inwardly."Despicable!"

How could Ling Chuxi and the rest, especially the mysterious God-level expert, not see the difference in strength between the Ling clan's descendants and them? how could they just watch as they came up to them to be abused? Domain, it must be a domain!

That person's eyes were filled with resentment as he looked at Huangfu qingjue. Only a God-level expert could easily suppress a late stage monarch-level expert like him with a domain. However, when he saw Huangfu qingjue's current appearance, he denied his own guess. He saw that Huangfu qingjue's hands were casually placed by his side, and his face was calm and clear. He had not formed any hand seals at all. Furthermore, after sensing carefully, he could not detect any aura of a domain.

No, it wasn't a domain. Could it be that his strength had declined? That person couldn't understand no matter how he thought about it.

However, he didn't have the chance to think too much, because in the moment he was distracted, his wrist went numb and the long sword fell to the ground. Immediately after, Ling Zhongxiao's fist landed on his face.

"Hu!" That person's mouth slanted, and he flew out with a muffled groan.

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