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And now, although the three thousand sword formations had yet to be set up, it was enough to frighten these people and intimidate them.
Although these people thought that he had the Divine Punisher Blade, as long as they kept him here and took the Immortal Execution Blade away, the Qing-Yun Sect was nothing to fear.
That would be wrong.
Even if the Qing-Yun Sect didn't have the Divine Punisher Sword Formation, it still wouldn't be easy to provoke. This sect with a long tradition still had its roots!
And now, the few people present were only the top experts in the Martial Dao.
It wouldn't be long before this sect with a long history could become strong!
By that time, all of you who have harmed the Qing-Yun Sect will be finished.
This was both a conspiracy and a method of intimidation.
It could be said that Ling Jian's words contained deceit and fear.
"Wan Pingchuan, I was planning to let you go, but now, I have changed my mind. You have given me a reason to kill you!" I have no reason to keep you here anymore! "
Ling Jian's eyes radiated an ice-cold killing intent.
Since Ling Jian already knew who the culprit behind the poison was, there was no need to keep him here. The rudeness of the third saint's words had obviously angered Ling Jian.
"What?" Kill me? "
It was as if the Third Holy Son had heard the funniest joke in the world.
"Ling Jian, do you believe that as long as you dare to make a move on me, your Qing-Yun Sect will fall into an irreparable abyss!? "It caused the Qing-Yun Sect to turn into ashes."
"So what? "I still have to say it like that. At that time, it is not certain who will be the one to eliminate who."
At this point, Ling Jian must pretend to be very confident, and must not show the slightest bit of fear. He wanted them to believe that the Qing-Yun Sect's three thousand sword formation also existed.
At that time, even if they were to leave today, they would have to weigh the consequences if they were to find trouble with the Qing-Yun Sect in the future.
After hearing what Ling Jian said, the third saint was stunned. Even with his agility, he could not help but be stunned at this moment.
After a long while, he regained his senses and his entire face turned purple. He pointed at Ling Jian and said in a flustered and exasperated tone:
"Come, attack with me immediately and kill him. Don't let him have any reaction!"
The third saint was worried that if he forced Ling Jian into a corner, he would take out the Divine Punisher Blade. For the sake of safety, he naturally would not risk his life. Instead, he shouted at the expert standing behind him.
According to this expert's speed, it was enough to kill Ling Jian before he could even draw his sword.
Boom!
"Young Sect Master Ling, I'm sorry. If you have to blame something, blame it on you for angering the Third Saint. Who told you not to appreciate the kindness?" "Go to hell!"
Just as the third saint son's words left his mouth, the expert next to him immediately took action. He turned into a streak of light and shot out explosively towards Ling Jian. With a sneer, he enveloped Ling Jian.
Boom!
Within a circumference of five kilometers, the air exploded and a fierce gale erupted. A figure was like a furious lion, breaking through the air and appearing in front of Ling Jian the moment his voice fell. Without giving the latter any time to react, both of his arms were like two pairs of hammers, fiercely smashing towards Ling Jian.
An expert at the seventh level of the martial dao was even faster and above the sixth level. Regardless of strength, speed, or reaction speed, none of these could be compared with an ordinary martial artist.
The moment this expert made his move, he instantly appeared in front of Ling Jian. He did not give the latter any chance to dodge and directly sealed off the latter's path of retreat.
This unparalleled strength allowed all the experts at the seventh level of the Martial Dao to be more outstanding than those at the sixth level of the Martial Dao. They did not dare to directly contend with Ling Jian, who had also guessed that Ling Jian's speed was astonishing, so they immediately displayed a speed faster than his. Ling Jian was caught off guard and appeared in front of him without even a reaction.
"I've finally taken the bait!"
A sharp light flashed in Ling Jian's eyes, but he did not take the initiative to attack because he wanted to wait for this person. Not to mention the people who abandoned the small world sect, on the side of the Ten Thousand Thunder Sect, only this seventh heaven of martial cultivation expert had a sliver of a threat towards Ling Jian.
In any case, sooner or later, he would have to fight against the people from the little World School. Rather than directly attacking and getting his two big schools to join hands, it would be better to defeat each and every one of them and disperse their overall strength.
Boom!
An iron fist, weighing a thousand Jin, tore through the air and, in the time it took for a spark to fly off of a piece of flint, it immediately landed viciously in front of Ling Jian.
The speed of the iron fist was suddenly raised, directly landing on Ling Jian's chest under the crowd's gaze.
The corner of this expert from the Ten Thousand Thunder Sect, who was at the seventh level of the martial path, revealed a cruel and cold smile. He could already feel that his opponent was in pieces under this punch.
However, the moment his fist made contact with the opponent's chest, the expert's heart suddenly sank. The things that he had imagined did not happen. A strong suction force came from Ling Jian's body, he felt that his fist had already entered into an abyss whirlpool, being enveloped by a strong suction force, intertwining with each other layer by layer. Moreover, this suction force even pulled his fist tightly, preventing his fist from leaving, and then, even caused his body to be unable to leave …
"Do you really think you're amazing? You've already decided on me? Let me tell you, you haven't even probed how strong my physique is, and you think you can win with your own hands. What a joke! "
A faint voice came out, passing by this expert of the seventh stage of the Myriad Lightning Sect and scaring him to the point that his soul was scattered. That was Ling Jian's voice.
And just as Ling Jian's voice rang out, he made his move. He attacked with a thunderous and merciless attack.
Boom!
Ling Jian's palm turned into a palm blade, and at the edge of his palm, the strand of Sword Qi in his sea of consciousness abruptly shot out, covering the edge of the palm blade and mercilessly slashing at the other party's thigh.
"Ah!"
A terrible scream came out from the expert's mouth. One of his thighs was directly cut off by Ling Jian's palm blade, leaving only one leg …
An intense pain spread out, causing this expert from the Ten Thousand Lightning Sect to immediately erupt with an overwhelming power. The power erupted and directly blasted Ling Jian's body away.
"Ah!" My legs, my thighs! "Damn brat, this guy took off one of my legs. Everyone attack together and kill him!"
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