846: C846 The sorrow of a sect!

C846 The sorrow of a sect!

"Is that so? You're really repulsive, since you're so proud of your identity as a direct disciple, then today I must make you personally say that 'direct disciples are inferior to outer court disciples!'" Looking at the proud, contemptuous and disdainful look on Lin Que's face, Zhan Tianlang's eyes darkened, and said resolutely.

"You're daydreaming!" Hearing Zhan Tianlang's words, Lin Que laughed.

"Zhan Tianlang, all the best! You must make him cry out that you are a direct disciple, not even comparable to an outer court disciple!"

"That's right, a direct disciple would rather die?"

"A direct disciple is nothing, but he was still beaten unconscious by the Big Yang!"

"One of them was angered to the point of crying. He vomited blood and fainted!"

"That's right, a direct disciple is only mediocre!"

"?"

The group of outer sect disciples immediately became excited and shouted towards Zhan Tianlang.

"Everyone rest assured, as direct disciples, we're not as good as outer court disciples. Today, he's declared so!" Raising the blade in his hand, Zhan Tianlang said proudly.

"You bunch of trash, shut up!" Lin Que's face turned cold with anger as he shouted at the group of outer sect disciples.

Although the outer sect disciples were exceptionally angry, they didn't dare to face the direct disciples head on. They could only hold in their anger and shut their mouths, but their eyes were all looking at Zhan Tianlang, brimming with anticipation.

"Let's see how powerful you are! We are all trash! Let's see just how powerful an elite like you is!" Zhan Tianlang scoffed coldly. His pair of starry eyes burned with a faint anger as the hand holding the large blade tightened even more.

"As you wish!" Lin Que let out a cold laugh, the sword in his hand thrusted out, the long sword in his hand whistled and trembled slightly, a hazy white light appeared on the sword blade, it released an astonishing sword intent, his body floated forward as the sword stabbed towards Zhan Tianlang.

"What talent is he?" Li Yibai frowned, his eyes congealed as he sensed a powerful sword intent from Lin Que's sword. Such a powerful sword intent, even he was unable to condense it right now!

A sword spirit's talent, its natural sensitivity and comprehension towards sword intent is stronger than most sword attribute talents, so, even if it is you, the sword intent condensed at this moment should not be as strong as him, but, you do not need to feel that you are inferior to him, because this is only temporary, after reaching large success, your sword heart, is far from being comparable to a large success level sword spirit. In terms of astral swords, sword intent, sword qi, sword qi, sword force, in all aspects, he will completely crush you! Other people didn't know how to answer Li Yibai's question, and didn't have any intention to answer either. They only said that Li Yibai was surprised, and even asked casually, but Yang Liefeng, who clearly knew what Li Yibai was thinking, and was also aware that Lin Que's talent was actually One Line Transmission, had answered Li Yibai.

Hearing that, Li Yibai's face became ugly, he did not want his Sword Truth to be weaker than Lin Que!

"Raging Wind Roar!"

Looking at Lin Que who was holding onto the long sword and thrusting it towards him with a strong sword intent, Zhan Tianlang bellowed, the tip of the blade in his hand went downwards, on the blade's body, a dense amount of Spirit Qi surged, suddenly using force, he ruthlessly stabbed the blade into the ground.

"Boom!"

Immediately, the ground shook, and a powerful energy burst out from Zhan Tianlang's body, like a hurricane, or like an erupting volcano. A bright yellow energy wave visible to the naked eye revolved around Zhan Tianlang's body, shooting up to the sky, blocking Zhan Tianlang's body, blocking everyone's line of sight.

"You don't even need to watch me break it with my sword!" Lin Que held the sword in his hand as a strong sword intent condensed onto the blade. He was confident that he could conquer all!

"Whoosh!"

The Longing Sword lightly trembled, let out a long cry, and easily pierced into the bright yellow light screen in front of Zhan Tianlang.

"No!"

"Sky Wolf!"

"Zhan Tianlang!"

"Sky Wolf General!"

"?"

Looking at this scene, Du Jun, Ren Lingjing, Jiang Yu, Jiang Yu, Duan Miaohan, Duan Miaohan and the rest of the spectating outer sect disciples, all exclaimed out in shock, they never expected that the might of Lin Que's sword strike, was actually so terrifying, after using his martial skill, Zhan Tianlang could not even defend against it for a moment, if he was pierced through by it, he would definitely die!

"There's no harm in killing an outer court disciple!" Lin Que was overjoyed, he immediately had the intention to kill Zhan Tianlang, at the moment, he had already forgotten that he would enrage Yang Liefeng if he were to kill him!2

"Clang!"

"What!"

Suddenly, just as Lin Que felt that his sword was about to pierce through Zhan Tianlang's body, a crisp and clear cry came out. At the same time, Lin Que felt his long sword being deflected by his weapon.

Du Jun, Ren Lingjing, Pei Yanlong and the rest had their expressions changed too as they stared wide-eyed.

"Hu hu"

Under the crowd's watch, the bright yellow energy around Zhan Tianlang's body quickly gathered onto Zhan Tianlang's fist. It was at this time that everyone could see the situation clearly, they just saw Zhan Tianlang blocking the longsword attack with his large blade, and on his other fist, the bright yellow energy violently surged.

Looking at this scene, Lin Que's face was filled with shock, because under normal circumstances, it was impossible for Zhan Tianlang to block his attack, it was not because Zhan Tianlang did not have the strength to block it, but rather, it was because the martial skill that Zhan Tianlang had displayed just now, obviously required both of his hands to tightly grasp the blade, and frantically pour his spirit energy into the blade to increase the yellow light screen around his body. That was to say, Zhan Tianlang did not have an empty hand, nor any extra blade to block the sword, but the development of the matter had completely exceeded Lin Que's expectations.

"Trash!" Looking at the trembling Lin Que, Zhan Tianlang smirked as he spat out two words in disdain. Then, he fiercely punched at Lin Que with his fist that was condensed with yellow energy.

"Bang!"

Lin Que did not react fast enough in the face of the tremor. The sword attack just now seemed simple, but in reality it was not. Lin Que had just used up all his energy, and thus, he did not have enough time to circulate his spiritual power. He was sent flying like a cannonball.

"Bang!"

Dang lang

Puff.

After Lin Que landed heavily on the ground, he let go of the sword and spat out a mouthful of blood ?

"Amazing!"

"Good job, Zhan Tianlang!"

"Heavenly Wolf General, well done!"

"A direct disciple, that's just trash!"

"?"

Lin Que was injured after being sent flying by Zhan Tianlang, causing the crowd to cheer.

"You, you, how could you possibly block my attack?" Lin Que crawled up from the ground and picked up the Longing Sword, his face full of shock and puzzlement as he looked at Zhan Tianlang.

"You don't understand why?" Zhan Tianlang's eyes revealed a contemptuous smile as he asked.

"Cut the crap, speak!" Lin Que asked angrily.

"It seems that you really don't understand. Even now, you still don't understand. I don't know if I should say that you are too arrogant or too stupid!" The corners of Zhan Tianlang's mouth hooked up in a disdainful smile, and said, "So this is the direct disciple, this is simply the sect's tragedy!"

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