Chapter 5515 Ling Tian Disciple

 It was a group of young men and women in white clothes, a total of sixteen people, each carrying a long sword, with a sharp breath and eyes like a sharp blade, which made people dare not look directly at them.

 Each of them had a detached temperament, and the white clothes floated, like a banished immortal descending to the world, cold and aloof, standing in the crowd, like a crane standing out from a flock of chickens, so conspicuous.

 This was a group of sword cultivators, a group of sword cultivators with amazing strength. No one expected that there would be so many sword cultivators at the same time in this ancient city.

 According to legend, the sword god fell and turned his body into the Tao, spreading the luck of the sword to the nine heavens and ten earths. Anyone who used a sword would get a trace of the luck of the sword body.

 Therefore, there are as many people who use swords in the world as the sand in the Henghe River, but there is no real sword inheritance.

 Because all sword users only respect the sword god as their teacher. With the luck of the sword god, why do they need to become a disciple?

 The path of sword cultivation can be said to be a gift from heaven. Everything depends on one's own cultivation and enlightenment. No one can help anyone, so the truly powerful sword cultivators are all lonely.

 However, today, so many terrifying sword cultivators gathered together, which immediately attracted the attention of countless people. After all, the identity of sword cultivators is too special and too rare.

 However, these sword cultivators suddenly stopped while walking, and their eyes were like sharp blades, locking onto a person in the distance.

 However, people followed their gaze and saw Long Chen and Yue Zifeng. When Long Chen saw this group of people, he couldn't help but feel his heart beating wildly.

 "Buzz buzz buzz..."

 The long sword behind Yue Zifeng trembled slightly, and it actually made a roaring sound, and even it felt it.

 "Lingtian lineage"

 Long Chen saw this group of people, and his eyes instantly became sharp, recognizing their identities.

 Back then on the battlefield of chaos, Long Chen met a terrifying sword cultivator, that person was Luo Zixu, who claimed to be a disciple of the Sword God.

 At that time, Luo Zixu was wearing a green robe, which was different from the white robes of the people in front of him, but the circular pattern on their chests, embroidered with two first-generation Jiuli immortal characters "Lingtian" two words are exactly the same.

 "Boss knows them?" Yue Zifeng was stunned.

 "After the death of the Sword God, a clown who came out of nowhere called himself the Sword God of Lingtian. He colluded with the outer demons and killed his own kind. He was not a good person.

 Of course, you can also see from the faces of these people that they are not good people. If you want, just kill them all. It won't take long anyway." Long Chen said.

 Long Chen didn't tell anyone about the Chaos Battlefield. It was a battle across time and space. Qiankun Ding had warned him more than once that he couldn't tell anyone. If he was contaminated with the terrible cause and effect, he would be settled in the heavenly tribulation, and he might harm others.

 Obviously, Yue Zifeng heard about the Sword God of Lingtian for the first time. He knew who the Sword God of Lingtian was, but in his heart, there was only one Sword God.

 "Hey! Boy, which lineage are you from?"

 Just as Long Chen and Yue Zifeng were whispering, this group of people came over. Even their walking postures were different. Although they were walking, their boots were three inches off the ground, and their feet didn't touch the ground, as if they were afraid that dust would contaminate their snow-white shoes.

 Obviously, they saw the horror of Yue Zifeng, but their vision was obviously not in place, otherwise, they would not call Yue Zifeng "boy".

 "It only has the form but not the spirit. Under the blessing of the power of faith, the sword has rusted and the heart has been covered with dust. It can no longer be considered a true sword cultivator." As they got closer, Yue Zifeng's eyes swept over them and shook his head.

 Not only Yue Zifeng saw it, but even Long Chen, who was not a sword cultivator, saw it.

 The aura of this group of guys was amazing, but it was mostly because of the power of faith attached to them, which gave them an air of bullying.

 "What are you talking about? Answer Senior Brother Ling's question obediently, and don't ask for trouble." A female disciple shouted coldly in the crowd. The

 Senior Brother Ling she was talking about was the leader of their group, a man with a flat forehead and pockmarks on his face.

 Sometimes, people want to be uglier if they want to be ugly, and more handsome if they want to be handsome, thinking that this way they will be particularly conspicuous.

 This Senior Brother Ling was so ugly that people could remember him at a glance. His appearance was indeed very strange.

 These people were so arrogant that they seemed to think that talking to Yue Zifeng was a kind of charity. They felt like gods who were high above them, and they wanted to look down on people.

 However, as soon as the woman spoke, Long Chen and Yue Zifeng were speechless.

 These people were fools, right? Yue Zifeng's words were so obvious, but they didn't know what he meant.

 "Boy, don't be ungrateful. Senior Brother Ling asked you a question because he was flattering you. He admired your talent and wanted to accept you as a disciple of Lingtian Divine Sword Sect." Another disciple shouted.

 When he said the words "Lingtian Divine Sword Sect", his voice deliberately raised eight degrees. It was unknown whether he was afraid that Yue Zifeng couldn't hear it, or that the people around him couldn't hear it clearly, or maybe he was speaking to some people who couldn't see.

 In short, the voice was very loud and could be heard throughout the ancient city. Suddenly, Long Chen felt countless divine senses coming to him, obviously attracted by the situation here.

 At this time, Senior Brother Ling cleared his throat and said, "Our Lingtian Divine Sword Sect is the inheritance of Lingtian Sword God. Our Lingtian Divine Sword Sect has always been specialized in swordsmanship, isolated from the world, and rarely set foot in the mortal world.

 However, the Sword God is merciful and cannot bear that so many sword practitioners in the world have no way to enter the Tao and no way to learn the art, so he ordered us to travel the world, enlighten the lost lambs, and accept disciples with predestined relationships. If

 you join our Divine Sword Sect, you will be blessed by Lingtian Sword God, learn the invincible magical powers, and practice the methods of heaven and earth..."

 "Stop, stop, stop..."

 Senior Brother Ling was still bragging at a long time. Long Chen couldn't listen any more and waved his hand.

 He finally understood that these disciples of the Lingtian Divine Sword Sect were traveling around, to put it bluntly, just to build momentum for the Lingtian Divine Sword Sect to recruit disciples.

 The isolation he mentioned was not isolation in Long Chen's opinion, but that they were beaten so badly in the chaotic era that they had to shrink back to recuperate.

 Now that they are almost fully grown, they have the courage to show their heads and explore the world. When they find it safe, they start to show off.

 "Stop bragging. Look at you. Your face looks like a triangular pancake sprinkled with black sesame seeds. You are making me embarrassed. Look, the hairs on my arms are standing up." Long Chen said speechlessly. After that, he even raised his arms to show him.

 "Hahaha..."

 Long Chen's words and actions caught countless people off guard and they couldn't help laughing.

 Especially Long Chen's metaphor. Looking at Senior Brother Ling's broad forehead, pointed chin, and black spots on his face, the more they looked, the more they looked like him.

 "Looking for death!"

 Senior Brother Ling was furious and pressed down his long sword with his big hand. The other disciples also pressed down their long swords with their hands, and fierce murderous intent rose up.

 "You dare to take action in my Tianyao City. It seems that you don't want to leave alive."

 At this moment, a disdainful cold snort came.