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Chapter 40 The Three Elders of the Demon Gate

Master Ling's eyes were full of bitterness. He was defeated thirty years ago and lost his own sword. He was defeated thirty years ago. Not only was his own sword destroyed, but his life was lost.

His robe was stained with blood, and the knife as thin as a cicada's wings remained.

He was defeated so much that he was convinced.

Shangren Ling said, "What a pity, you will be injured if you almost get hurt."

Li Zhichang said: "Because you still don't really have a 'no knife'."

Ling Shangren said, "You have no sword?"

Li Zhichang said indifferently: "It's optional."

Master Ling sighed, "I'm so dispensable, but I lost."

Master Ling fell down and stayed up forever.

Li Zhichang put him on the horse and beat him up.

The real swordsman returned after being wrapped in a horse's body.

He died sooner or later, and he died on Li Zhichang, and he should have no complaints.

Li Shuzhuang suddenly said, "I admit defeat, and I will withdraw from Jiankang City until now."

Li Zhichang smiled coldly and said calmly: "You are willing to withdraw, but can the three guys on the pavilion quit? It seems that I'm still a little more trouble, just kill you all."

Li Shuzhuang said calmly: "The Sword Saint is about to kill him? You might as well say that the three of them are earth-shaking figures in our sect in the past."

Li Zhichang laughed and said, "You can call out all the powerful figures of your Demon Sect, I don't mind playing with you."

From Huaiyue Pavilion, three figures flashed out.

A thin and tall man appeared in front of Li Zhichang for five feet. This person has all the conceit and confidence of a master, but it will not make you think he is arrogant. Li Zhichang knew that the other party was also a master of the Demon Sect, and he may not be much inferior to Master Ling.

What is even more rare is that this person can transform the violent murderous aura in his body into a special potential. When he takes action, he will definitely be able to exert his strength beyond his own.

Li Zhichang's current spiritual sense has already left the level of mortality, and in the realm of immortals, he can accurately foresee this person's martial arts skills. There will be no mistakes.

This kind of spiritual awareness is absolutely difficult to explain, but it is unquestionable.

This person's appearance is not conspicuous. There are no characteristics that can impress people. Except for his extraordinary height, everything is ordinary.

The autumn wind blew, causing the other party to wear a gray robe to sway, revealing the black outfit inside.

This person should be over fifty years old, not because the years left visible traces on his face, but because he had a pair of eyes that only people who were tired of living.

If you cannot always maintain your exploration and love for life, as time goes by, you will become more and more disgusted with everything you live, because day after day, and knowing that there is a dead end ahead, this long wait can make anyone desperate.

Li Zhichang sighed: "Why are you in a hurry to die? No matter how impatient you live, it is much better than death."

The earth trembled slightly, and a rough and cruel "hehe" laughter came from behind. It was the man behind Li Zhichang. He grinned and said, "Did you hear it? We are nothing to him. Young people nowadays don't know the world is so high."

Li Zhichang was still extremely calm. Even though this person came behind him and faced his empty door, he did not move him at all.

His mind clearly sensed that the man behind him was holding an iron staff, weighing about a hundred pounds. Qigong was the most powerful and fierce way, and it had reached a peak, with amazing power.

What's more, if an iron stick of about 100 pounds is dancing, it will be tens of thousands of pounds of force. This power alone cannot be dealt with by any martial arts in the world.

Li Zhichang sighed: "I will let you understand that I never speak empty words. I have a hundred ways to solve you."

The man behind pretended to be surprised and said, "Tsk tsk, Lao Qu has a hundred ways to make you die. How can you try your life?"

A giggle sounded from the right and said softly: "Ha Gong. When can you change your arrogant and arrogant personality? Who has the ability to kill Zhu Faqing, can you let go of such a big talk?"

Her voice was full of youthful charm, but Li Zhichang could still hear the vicissitudes that could not be concealed. This woman with a delicate voice was never shallower than the two old men in front and behind."

Li Zhichang laughed silently. In terms of the years he lived, the three of them were not as good as him.

However, he has always maintained a lively vitality. In terms of psychology, he is actually the same as when he was in his twenties and thirties.

The man who was called Ha Gong laughed and said, "Xiao Wei, have you forgotten that you are no longer in your twenties or thirties? Even if you help this handsome boy speak, people won't look at you."

Li Zhichang said quietly: "It's a pity that no matter how powerful you three are in the past, they can only helpless when facing the fact that I want to kill you."

Ha Gong smiled strangely and said, "I am the most arrogant boy I have seen recently. Unfortunately, you will definitely die. Otherwise, you will be fine if you enter my holy gate."

Li Zhichang stopped talking, maybe at this moment, maybe he would take action the next moment.

The three of them had less martial skills than him. When they joined forces, they still had a slight chance to hurt him.

However, Li Zhichang never underestimates any enemy. He can despise his opponent strategically, but must pay attention to his enemy tactical attention.

Without this distraction, even an invincible master may capsize in the gutter.

The man named Lao Qu spoke for the first time and said sternly: "We naturally know the power of the Sword Saint. Unfortunately, if we have to go against my Holy Sect, we must not blame us. Of course, if you take this opportunity, the Holy Sect will thank you very much."

Li Zhichang smiled faintly and ignored it. In fact, the most powerful of the three was Lao Qu. The other party's magic skills were not only profound, but also had more changes than the other two. In addition to Li Shuzhuang, this Lao Qu was the most terrifying one.

However, Li Shuzhuang still had no intention of taking action. This woman's magic skills were very mysterious, and perhaps there were methods that Li Zhichang didn't know about.

The most tough and fierce, but silent energy came from behind Li Zhichang.

It was Mr. Ha who took action. He had no intuition as a senior at all. He gave up his skin and attacked Li Zhichang without any psychological burden.

The long sword in Li Zhichang's hand was not unsheathed, as if he had eyes on the back of his head, and it was extremely accurate to point on the head of the rod.

The most powerful force entered through the sword sheath, and there was no trace of it on Li Zhichang.

Mr. Ha suddenly felt a huge suction force coming from Li Zhichang's sword sheath, like an unfathomable vortex in the sea. When he discovered it, he could no longer escape. (To be continued)
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