1520: C1520 Sword Cultivator's Solemn Desire for Brushstroke

C1520 Sword Cultivator's Solemn Desire for Brushstroke

"Will Master Ling really be so bold as to kill with a pen?" An old man on the stage said.1

"We definitely can't let Master Ling kill Brother Fa. We have to stop him, or else we're done for." The old man said.

"That's right."

Their thoughts were all the same, they were all martial artists from all over the Northwest region, and their strength was not inferior to the calligraphy. Aside from the calligraphy, their strength was the best in the entire place, and they had a very good relationship with the calligraphy, but the reason behind it was because the calligraphy was the senior disciple of the sword fanatics.

Of course, Ling Feng would not care about this. At this point, he was already in front of Master Ling, but just as he was about to take action, the few Great Elders of Heavenly Sword Sect had already rushed up to him.

"Master Ling, you're too presumptuous. How dare you kill our Sect Master! You are making our Heavenly Sword Sect your enemy! " They thought that their Elder had shouted out loudly, with more than ten Heavenly Sword Sect disciples standing behind him. They maintained a distance from Ling Feng and did not dare to charge forward. After all, they were afraid that Ling Feng would attack them.

At this moment, those elders also walked over and said, "Master Ling, although you lost in brushstroke, you can't kill him. Don't tell me you don't place Lord Sword Madman in your eyes?"

"If you dare kill me, then Lord Swordsman will definitely not let you go. Please think carefully about it. After all, it's not that easy to resolve a sword fanatic. Master Ling will think twice before there's a chance."

Master Ling completely ignored them and said lightly: "The victor is the king and the loser is the bandit. It is his honor to be killed by my sword."

"Master Ling said this because he insisted on fighting."

"That's right." Ling Feng said indifferently. Even if Ling Feng did not kill him, his pen stroke would still die, but the brush stroke had his dignity as a Sword Cultivator, and that was to wrap around a corpse like a horse. He must die under Master Ling's sword.

"Master Ling, you being so presumptuous means becoming enemies with us. You know that becoming enemies with us means becoming enemies with the entire Martial Arts World of the Northwest. You have to think carefully and don't do anything stupid."

"Lord Sword Madman will also make a move to kill you. The entire northwest martial cultivator will not let you off."

If he killed one person, it would be equivalent to offending the entire northwest martial cultivator. No matter who it was, they would all retreat, the northwest martial cultivator represented half of China's Martial Cultivator World, and across all of China, no one would be able to withstand it. Even if the sword fanatic was here, no one would dare to make a move, because they did not dare be so arrogant.

"You? They are all just half-step martial cultivator s, what do I have to be afraid of? " Ling Feng said in disdain. Hearing this, the few elders' faces became ugly, Master Ling was too arrogant, he actually looked down on the entire northwest martial cultivator, in all of China, there were no such arrogant people. He didn't even know if he was dead or alive.

"Master Ling, you're too presumptuous. Do you really think you're invincible? You have such a Cultivation at such a young age, and can be said to be the youngest genius to do so in the past few hundred years. However, this place is in the northwest, and is our Northwest Martial Arts World. "

"You should know that in the outer buildings of the Green Mountain Restaurant, there are experts in the middle of the strong, right?"

The few old men assumed a fighting stance and stared at Ling Feng. Ling Feng ignored them and looked at the seriously injured and dying man in front of him. Then, he stabbed his sword into Ling Feng and the man fell to the ground dead. Ling Feng also took the Sheepskin Roll with him.

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