984: C984 Flying Sword

C984 Flying Sword

"If you want to kill me, then kill me. What are you talking about? Come on!" Fei Lia said with a sneer.

The old woman gave him a glance. Fei Lia's body trembled. Immediately, he felt as if the Internal Strength in his body had been frozen. He felt extremely cold.

His teeth were chattering, but Fei Lia's eyes were filled with an unyielding look. This was also the reason why Zhang Xiaoloong admired him.

"Do you think you can scare your grandfather with such a small fight? Don't you know who your grandfather is?" Fei Lia said with a trembling voice.

In terms of age, the other party could probably be his grandmother. However, Fei Lia had never adhered to the law. It was not strange at all that he could say such words.

Guifeng's heart skipped a beat. He knew that something was wrong. He grabbed Fei Lia's shoulder with one hand and was about to gather his last strength and leave.

However, Old Nun only gave him a glance. He felt as if he had been struck by lightning. He stood there in a daze, as if he was a dead man.

A cold light flashed past and turned into a ray of light that pierced through Fei Lia's chest.

The huge force left a long and narrow mark in the air, as if the space had been cut in half.

Fei Lia and Guifeng felt a great danger descending upon their hearts. Their hair stood on end, and they wanted to fight back with all their might. However, before they could do anything, the sword light had already arrived in front of them.

If nothing unexpected happened, Fei Lia would die in the next moment. In fact, it was not surprising at all.

This was the absolute strength and the confidence of the strong.

The old woman's gaze was calm. A person's death could not stir her emotions, because after so many years, she had seen many deaths and new life.

However, just as Fei Lia was about to face death, the sword light that flashed to his chest strangely stopped!

His chest rose and fell violently. It was obviously a lie to say that he was not afraid. However, Fei Lia's eyes were wide open. He could even feel the sharpness of the tip of the sword.

Old Nun's eyes became sharp. She looked around and her expression was somewhat serious.

"Who is the expert that came to my Emei? Why don't you show yourself?"

When the majestic words spread out, Shen Mu and the others heard it and felt the Qi and blood in their bodies churn. Such strength was like the difference between heaven and earth and them.

Fei Lia looked at the sword light in disbelief. His eyes were filled with joy. Soon, he thought of what was going on. Before he could look in Zhang Xiaoloong's direction, he felt someone pat his shoulder.

"All of you can withdraw first." A calm voice sounded in their ears. Fei Lia didn't even need to turn his head to know that it was Zhang Xiaoloong's voice.

A look of excitement appeared in Guifeng's eyes. He pulled Fei Lia and walked towards the direction of the divine tree.

Since Zhang Xiaoloong had already made his move, it meant that the dust had already settled.

The old woman stared at Zhang Xiaoloong. Her eyes were full of inquiry, doubt, and doubt.

Su Lian glanced at Zhang Xiaoloong with an indecipherable gaze, then explained, "Master, he is the leader and the person I can't see through the most."

Zhang Xiaoloong smiled. Their eyes met in the void. He pointed at Mingyan and said calmly, "Abbess, this is my subordinate. I think it shouldn't be a problem for me to take her away, right?"

As if they didn't know the identity of the other party, Zhang Xiaoloong's tone sounded very calm to them, even close to being equal.

"How dare you!" An elder of Emei walked to Su Lian's side. When she heard these words, she immediately berated him coldly.

Zhang Xiaoloong was not angry. He continued to look at the old woman with a smile, waiting for her answer.

After thinking for a moment, the old woman suddenly smiled and said, "What if I say no?"

Zhang Xiaoloong stopped smiling and said indifferently, "Then we can only try."

His words and attitude were like a junior's challenge.1

Arrogant, arrogant, perhaps a little ignorant.

In the eyes of those elders of the Emei Clan, this was the current situation of Zhang Xiaoloong.

Only the divine tree, Fei Lia and the others knew that this was actually just Zhang Xiaoloong's usual style.

The old woman's facial expression became strange. A trace of deep thought flashed across her eyes, but she didn't attack directly.

"She is related to a secret of our Emei Clan. She must not leave. If you choose to leave now, you can just let this matter go."

After a moment, this old woman said thoughtfully.

Zhang Xiaoloong shook his head and looked at her indifferently. The firmness in his eyes was self-evident.

The old woman's face suddenly turned cold. Her expression also became very indifferent, or it could be said that it was a kind of indifference.

Taking a deep look at Zhang Xiaoloong, the old woman made a sword sign with her right hand and shouted, "Speed!"

The sword trembled twice, then it let out a sword hum and shot toward Zhang Xiaoloong.

Zhang Xiaoloong shook his head helplessly and laughed. Although the sword was behind him, he did not even turn his head. He only extended his fingers and gently pinched the sword. Without any deviation, he caught the sword.

Buzzing sounds could be heard without an end. However, no matter how hard the sword trembled, it still couldn't break free from Zhang Xiaoloong's restraints.

The old woman's face was a bit ugly. She changed the incantation with her hands and was about to spit out a mouthful of blood. However, Zhang Xiaoloong smiled and said, "Give up, you can't beat me!"

"How arrogant!"

The old woman's expression turned ugly. "The grandmaster's cultivation has already reached the Transformation Stage. How can you compare with him?!"

"He already doesn't know the immensity of heaven and earth at such a young age, I wonder which sect taught him to be a disciple."

At this point, no one would think that Zhang Xiaoloong wasn't a disciple of the Hidden Sect. After all, he was able to reach such a realm at such a young age. If he wasn't a disciple of the Hidden Sect, it wouldn't make sense no matter what.

However, their words didn't have any effect on Zhang Xiaoloong. His face was calm, as if he was stating a fact.

"I don't believe that you have reached such a level at such a young age."

The old woman stared at Zhang Xiaoloong with a gloomy expression and slowly said, "If you are willing to tell me the origin of the spiritual power in your body, I can let you go."

In fact, this was her real purpose. What she said just now was only to test Zhang Xiaoloong's true strength.

Zhang Xiaoloong narrowed his eyes and said with a smile, "Do you think I need someone to let me go?"

After saying this, Zhang Xiaoloong flicked his finger. Immediately, the sword let out a wail and turned into a ray of light that shot toward the old woman.

The sword light was powerful and fast, and it contained the terrifying force just now. If it was hit directly, the consequences could be imagined.

The old woman's face turned ugly. She opened her mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood. The moment the long sword came into contact with the blood, its speed slowed down and it was held in her palm.

Zhang Xiaoloong raised his eyebrows, and a trace of surprise flashed across his eyes. In his perception, this sword actually had a strange connection with Old Nun. It was similar to a person's heart being connected, but it was much stronger.

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