Reborn Sword Emperor in the City

0On the other hand, several old martial artists were also discussing, "Did any of you see whether or not the stroke was a loss?"    

    

"It's hard to say. I didn't see it clearly. I have already used my final ace attack. I was seriously injured, but it will not be easy for Master Ling to receive this attack."    

    

"The final victories are all unknown. However, I dare to say that none of them died. The results of the competition will soon come out."    

    

As the few elders were discussing, a light flashed above the huge pit and Master Ling appeared in the air. Following that, a very miserable figure crawled out from the huge pit. It was Brushstroke.    

    

His clothes had turned into strips of cloth, and his face was devoid of any color. He looked like a beggar. He seemed to have aged many years, like a dead man. Brushstroke said with a trembling body, "I really didn't think that I would be the one to lose in the end. I've lost."    

    

Although he didn't want to believe it, but he knew that he lost, Master Ling was stronger than he thought, only his master could compete with him, now the spiritual energy in his body had disappeared, and that move was devouring him, his life force was also disappearing, now even the deities couldn't save him anymore.    

    

"That is within my expectations." Ling Feng said coldly.    

    

When the martial cultivator spectating from afar saw the appearance of the two, they all knew who the final victor would be. It was Master Ling, Master Ling had won, and in the end, the alliance master was no match for Master Ling. This result was something they could not accept, after all, this was a strong warrior from the northwest, a top martial cultivator that was more than ten thousand people in the entire Martial Arts World of the northwest. Many of the idols of the martial cultivator, were the senior disciples of the sword fanatics.    

    

"I don't believe it, I don't believe it. How could the alliance master be defeated by Master Ling? This isn't true, it definitely isn't true."    

    

"It is impossible for an alliance master to lose to Master Ling. This Master Ling is not worthy to be the alliance master of Martial Forest in the Northwest."    

    

Most of the martial cultivator s were unwilling to believe this outcome. If the two of them had fought evenly, they would have been able to accept it, but if he had lost, he would not be able to accept it.    

    

Ling Feng didn't care about those words at all. He landed on the ground and looked at the brushstroke that was seriously injured.    

    

"Cough, cough." "Since I've already lost, please kill me directly, Master Ling. As the loser, I have the dignity of a loser." Brushstroke coughed out a large mouthful of blood and stood up shakily. He knew that he was going to die soon, even a deity would not be able to save him. Rather than dying like this, it would be better to die happily at the hands of Master Ling. A swordsman should die under the sword itself. This was his final destination.    

    

"Un, I will grant you the honor of a failure." Ling Feng said indifferently. This was also due to Ling Feng having some respect towards his opponent. After that, Ling Feng walked towards his opponent with the Azure Spiritual Sword in his hand.    

    

"Thank you, Master Ling, for helping us out."    

    

He slowly closed his eyes and stood on the spot. He did not have any regret, and all the martial cultivator present saw Ling Feng walking towards him with a treasured sword in his hand. They were all very confused, and they also guessed what Ling Feng was going to do.    

    

"What does Master Ling want to do?" Could it be that he wanted to kill him with a brush? Although I lost in the brushstroke, I still need to live. "    

    

"Master Ling is too arrogant. If he dares to kill someone, the sword fanatic will definitely not let him off."    

    

The martial cultivator were all talking about it, and they were expressing their opinions. After all, Pen Slash was the head disciple of a sword fanatic, defeating him was equivalent to slapping the face of a sword fanatic. If Master Ling wanted to kill him, it would be a grave matter.