Metropolitan Super Deity

You...you...puchi....

Rong Jian spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes were slackened, his breath was sluggish, and he was almost unable to hold on any longer.

Ling Fei landed slowly, and said with a sneer:

I said, Yuanying is nothing with me. If you are arrogant in front of me, Lingfei, there is only one way to die.

You... you want to kill me?

There was finally a hint of fear in Rong Jian's eyes.

As Ling Fei walked towards him, he said lightly:

On the road to the trial, there was once a boy named Rong Huishan. He said that he was backed by Rong Jian, a direct disciple of the Great Elder. In the end, he was chopped to death by me. Now, I will kill you, Rong Jian. Send it down to be his companion, so that he can know that the person he relies on is nothing more than that in front of me.

You killed my cousin?

A trace of astonishment flashed across Rong Jian's face.

That's right.

Ling Fei nodded.

Now it is your turn.

You can't kill me. I'm the Great Elder's direct disciple, and the future Great Elder's successor. If you kill me, my master will never let you off easily. He is an old man, but a master at the peak of the late stage of transformation.

so what?

Ling Fei swung his palm, and the wind blade instantly cut off one of Rong Jian's arms.

ah--!

Rong Jian screamed and knelt down on one knee. At this moment, his eyes were full of fear when he looked at Ling Fei.

He has already seen clearly, Ling Fei is really going to kill him!

You! You bitch! Why did you show up? Why did you come to Autumn Wind Valley? If you don't come, I will be the number one pride in Autumn Wind Valley! The future head candidate! Why, why did you come to Autumn Wind Valley! You You should go to hell with that bitch master of yours!

Ling Fei's pupils shrank, and his killing intent burst out.

court death!

When he stomped his feet, the bluestone ground instantly cracked, and from the center of his feet, a burst of cracks like spider webs emanated.

And his body also rushed out in an instant, turning into a golden light and heading straight for Rong Jian's face.

At the same time, from the distant mountain, a mighty aura rushed over like overwhelming the sky, and accompanied by the aura rushing over, there was also an angry roar:

Shut up! Don't hurt my disciple!

There was a glimmer of hope in Rong Jian's eyes, and he immediately asked for help:

Master, save....

Before he could utter the word 'I', Ling Fei cut open his dantian with a strike of thunder, and dug out his Nascent Soul alive.

That Zifu villain still has a big cut on his body, which is the sword mark left by Ling Fei just now.

As for Rong Jian, he also collapsed sadly, with his eyes wide open, still retaining the last glimmer of hope.

The audience was completely silent, so silent that it was as if a needle could be heard falling. Thousands of people had already become stunned.

Ling Fei killed Rong Jian? Or in front of the Great Elder, dig out all his Nascent Soul? Is he going to completely anger the Great Elder? Don't you want to live?

Ahhhh...! Lingfei, I'm going to kill you!

The Great Elder's attack was struck down without hesitation, and the overwhelming true energy made the oppressing others breathless, and it was even difficult for them to stand up straight.

The stronger ones were able to bend over and resist a little bit, while the weaker ones were directly bent by the oppressed legs and fell to their knees on the ground involuntarily.

Zhu Yunhao's pupils shrank.

What a terrifying power. Is this the strength of the peak of Huashen? Brother Lingfei, this time, how are you going to proceed?

Ling Fei was not much better, all the bones in his body were crackling, and there was a strong pressure on his head, which made him feel like his neck was about to break.

But even so, Ling Fei was unwilling to give in half a step, and even less willing to take a half step back. He gritted his teeth and braced his body like a spear standing proudly in the sky!

Even the blood vessels of the skin collapsed due to too much pressure! burst! Every pore in the body is exuding uncontrollable pain. Ling Fei still refused to give in.

Old man, you really think I'm afraid you won't succeed!

The Great Elder's face was livid with anger, and his lungs were about to explode.

Okay! If you want to die, I will fulfill you. Today, I will use your head to honor my beloved disciple!

The Great Elder slashed down with his palm, and the strength of the peak of Huashen surpassed Ling Fei's endurance by far, far too much. He had to at least cultivate to the Nascent Soul Realm before he could be worthy of a fight.

This palm almost stopped the blood flow in Ling Fei's body.

Ling Fei gritted his teeth tightly. At this moment, he could hardly bear to use Wanyuan Jataka, in conjunction with the Crazy Demon Burning Body Art, to fight against the Great Elder.

This is one of his trump cards. Once exposed, it may cause great trouble for him in the future.

But at this moment, Ling Fei can't control so much anymore.

But at this moment, the pressure on Ling Fei suddenly eased.

Great Elder, do you still want to intervene in the fair confrontation between the disciples?

Teacher Master? It's Master Master who came over.

Everyone felt a sudden relaxation, and all the pressure disappeared completely.

As for the real person in charge, he descended slowly like a fairy descending from the earth.

At this moment, he looks much younger than before. He was already an old man in his sixties before, but now, he looks a lot like a middle-aged strong man in his forties.

The Great Elder originally wanted to fight against the real person in charge, but he suddenly realized that he couldn't see through the real person in charge, and when he saw the face of the real person in charge, he was startled for a moment, his eyes widened in disbelief.

You...you actually entered the Mahayana stage?

Hiss~!

The people below were dumbfounded again.

The real person in charge became a Mahayana monk? This... this is not a joke, is it?

As an eight-stream sect, the founder of Autumn Wind Valley's sect is actually very powerful. But those were all masters from the ancient times, and now I don't know whether they have become immortals or where they have ascended. This latecomer has almost never surpassed the cultivator of the God Transformation.

Because in the realm of comprehension, the hurdle of Mahayana monks is like the hurdle of transforming gods on earth, and few people reach it. The ones that can be reached are those super big sects.

But now, in the small Autumn Wind Valley, a Mahayana monk unexpectedly appeared in an eight-stream sect? This... This is simply against the sky!

The next moment, everyone was boiling.

Long live the Master Master!

God bless me, Autumn Wind Valley! Hahahaha....

God bless, God bless! Our Autumn Wind Valley, we are finally proud this time, we have a super master!

The Valley of the Autumn Wind will last for thousands of years, if you are in charge of teaching real people, you will live forever!