Nie Tian stared at Ling Hanfeng with a Cold, murderous look in his eyes. It was extremely cold.
"Hmm?" Ling Hanfeng looked at Nie Tian and was stunned for a moment. Then, he laughed arrogantly and said, "Kid, you're the guy that the Lord invited, right?
I originally thought that you would be an earth-shattering swordsman. But now, it seems that I was completely wrong.
"Early-stage Paramount God, elementary Unity of Sword and Martial. In the Sacred Heaven Sword League, to say that you're trash is already flattering you!"
Ling Hanfeng's words immediately caused the people behind him to burst into laughter.
"The Lord sent Miss Jun Aoqing to save someone, but I didn't expect that the person she saved was actually trash!"
"A trash that's only at the elementary Unity of Sword and Martial wants to break the Sacred Heaven Sword Seal? This is simply a joke."
"The Sacred Heaven Sword Seal is a powerful existence. Out of the billions of Sword Dao geniuses in the Sacred Heaven Sword League, not one has been able to break it. Can this white-haired trash do it?"
They laughed arrogantly and directly regarded Nie Tian as trash.
Nie Tian didn't have much of a reaction when he heard their words, but he slightly furrowed his brows.
He seemed to have understood something.
The place he was at now should be called the Sacred Heaven Sword League.
And Jun Aoqing's grandfather should be the Lord of the Sacred Heaven Sword League.
It was this Lord of the Sword League who sent Jun Aoqing to save him.
And the reason for saving him seemed to be to let him break a sword seal, the Sacred Heaven Sword Seal.
From these people's words, Nie Tian could tell that the Sacred Heaven Sword Seal was a very powerful sword intent seal. In the entire Sacred Heaven Sword League, no one could break it.
No wonder Jun Aoqing looked at Nie Tian with a strange gaze and said that it was something that even she couldn't do, so how could Nie Tian do it?
It seemed that Jun Aoqing also tried to break the Sacred Heaven Sword Seal but failed.
From the looks of it, the Sacred Heaven Sword Seal must be very important to the Sacred Heaven Sword Alliance. Otherwise, the Alliance Master wouldn't have spent so much effort to save Nie Tian.
It was just that Nie Tian himself was a little doubtful. Such a powerful sword seal, could he break it?
Then, he became much calmer, and his gaze landed on Ling Han Feng.
There was no need to worry about the Sacred Heaven Sword Seal. He should deal with this arrogant fool first.
"Brat, are you very unconvinced?" Ling Han Feng could feel the coldness in Nie Tian's eyes, and he laughed maniacally and arrogantly.
Nie Tian frowned, but ignored Ling Han Feng. Instead, he looked at Jun Ao Qing and asked, "Jun Ao Qing, do you know him?"
"En." Jun Aoqing didn't know what Nie Tian wanted to do, so she nodded slightly and didn't say much.
"Of course Miss Ao Qing knows me, I am her fiance." At this time, Ling Han Feng laughed, looked at Jun Ao Qing with a wretched look, and said loudly.
"Ling Han Feng, don't talk nonsense!" When Jun Ao Qing heard Ling Han Feng's words, she became anxious, and her pretty face became as red as a ripe apple. She hurriedly said, "You and your father only proposed to my grandfather, but my grandfather didn't agree at all!"
"So what if he didn't agree?" Ling Han Feng's eyes suddenly became cold, and he stared straight at Jun Ao Qing. He said darkly, "Jun Ao Qing, don't worry. I will propose to you every year until Lord Alliance Master agrees."
"Ling Han Feng, you're shameless!" Jun Ao Qing was so angry that her little face was trembling, and her eyes were moist.
A year ago, Ling Han Feng had proposed to her, but her grandfather didn't agree at all.
Who would have thought that Ling Han Feng would be so shameless, announcing everywhere that he was Jun Ao Qing's fiance.
She was just a little girl, so of course she couldn't keep her face.
She had mentioned this matter to her grandfather many times, but the latter was helpless and could only turn a blind eye.
Although Jun Ao Qing's grandfather was the Sacred Heaven Sword Union's Alliance Master, there were some things that he couldn't do anything about.
The Sacred Heaven Sword Union was formed by the Seven Major Sword Sects of the Abandoned Land. The Alliance Master had to consider the Seven Major Sword Sects in everything he did.
Ling Han Feng's identity was very special. He was the son of the High Wind Sword Sect's Sect Master.
The High Wind Sword Sect was a very strong sect among the Seven Major Sword Sects of the Sacred Heaven Sword Union, only weaker than the Rakshasa Sword Sect.
If not for this, Ling Han Feng wouldn't have dared to propose to Jun Ao Qing.
At this time, Nie Tian looked at Jun Ao Qing and asked indifferently, "Jun Ao Qing, you mean that there's no relationship between you and this guy, right?"
"Yes, there's no relationship!" Jun Ao Qing nodded heavily and said very firmly.
"If that's the case, then it's easy." Nie Tian smiled faintly, then turned his gaze to Ling Han Feng, his expression cold and murderous.
Ling Han Feng felt the murderous intent in Nie Tian's eyes and couldn't help but frown and ask Cold, "Brat, what do you want?"
"Ling Han Feng, I'll give you a chance," Nie Tian smiled faintly and said, "Apologize to Jun Ao Qing immediately and disappear from my sight. Can you do that? "
"Wha, what?" Ling Han Feng was stunned for a moment, as if suspecting that he had misheard. He pointed at his ears arrogantly and said, "This young master's ears aren't very good. What did you just say? Say it again."
"Hahaha, this brat must be an idiot to actually dare to threaten Third Young Master!" The other people laughed arrogantly and looked at Nie Tian as if they were looking at an idiot.
Ling Han Feng was the third son of the Lingyun Sword Sect's sect master, so they called him Third Young Master.
Jun Ao Qing's beautiful eyes also flickered. She didn't think that Nie Tian would actually say that.
In her opinion, Nie Tian was indeed a very talented swordsman, but she felt that Nie Tian's strength was definitely not Ling Han Feng's match.
When she found Nie Tian previously, the latter's duel with Ye Chenli had already ended.
Therefore, she hadn't seen the scene of Nie Tian fighting and didn't understand Nie Tian's true strength.
However, she was very familiar with Ling Han Feng's strength.
Ling Han Feng was a late-stage Paramount God, and he had reached the pinnacle of sword and martial arts as one. On top of that, his sword intent was of the frost attribute, so even a peak Paramount God wouldn't be his match.
Nie Tian only had the strength of an early-stage Paramount God, and was at the elementary level of sword and martial arts as one. How could he possibly be a match for Ling Han Feng?
"Your ears aren't very good, are they?" At this time, Nie Tian suddenly laughed, and the corners of his mouth curled up in a cold arc. He suddenly took a step forward and said coldly, "Since it's not very good, then don't take it." "Whoosh!"
The moment the cold voice fell, a sword intent whistled out, so fast that it didn't even take a blink of an eye.
Ling Han Feng only saw a flash of sword light in front of him, and then he felt a tearing pain in his ear.
"Ah! My ear! " The next moment, he instantly reacted and covered his ear with one hand, but all he felt was a warm wetness.
His ear had been directly cut off by Nie Tian!
"Third Young Master, this …" The other swordsmen were also quite frightened. When they suddenly reacted, they all sucked in a breath of cold air, and didn't know what to say.
They clearly hadn't expected that Nie Tian would actually dare to directly attack them.
Furthermore, his attack was so terrifying!
"Bastard, how dare you sneak attack me!" Ling Han Feng roared in anger, and the sword aura around his body rose up.
Following that, a cold, icy sword intent was released, and the surrounding space seemed to have fallen into an ice cellar.
Ling Han Feng's eyes were filled with rage, and his killing intent was dense!
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