Divine Seal: I am the princess of the demon clan

A mountain of pressure fell upon them.

Feng Ling raised her left hand slightly, and the pressure disappeared instantly.

"If you want to fight, I'll accompany you."

Long Haochen straightened his back and said in a cold voice: "Seniors, I don't think that my second aunt and I are arrogant."

"My second aunt did all this for me. Without the words of the Palace Master, my second aunt is a very easy-to-get-along-with person."

"Also, what my second aunt said is the truth. This divine sword has recognized me as its master. For the goddess of light, Aria, this is a new beginning. I admit that Senior Ye Wushang, the god of sword of light, is very powerful, but the legend that belongs to him is a thing of the past. When I gain the recognition of this divine sword, this sword will belong to me."

"Every era has its own heroes and myths. Hao Chen is not talented, but I am willing to be the hero of this era and then create a brand new myth."

Long Haochen didn't think Feng Ling's arrogance was wrong.

Because it was the people from the Warrior Temple who first started this fight.

Even if the people of the Warrior Temple become greedy, he will not indulge them.

If it weren't for the glory of Senior Ye Wushang, the Sword God of Light, he would not have performed the Aria of the Goddess of Light in the Warrior Temple today, but would have only used it on the Demon battlefield. With the Warrior Temple's capabilities, it would have been difficult to detect his presence.

Long Haochen thought that his sincerity was enough.

The rest depends on what the Warrior Temple thinks.

If they are not happy, Long Haochen will not indulge them.

The fact that Long Haochen did not stop Feng Ling's behavior before meant that he agreed with Feng Ling's point of view.

He is not a person who cannot distinguish between good and bad.

Feng Ling was standing up for him.

Qiu Yonghao's face darkened, and there was a hint of surprise in his cloudy eyes.

This yellow-haired girl who is only at the seventh level can destroy the powerful pressure of a ninth-level strongman with just a slight raise of her hand. This is really incredible.

Especially the sword in her hand, at first glance, it seemed as if a river of stars was flowing in it.

"It's all a misunderstanding."

Qiu Yonghao lowered his voice and said slowly: "Warriors and knights are one family, and we don't want to embarrass you."

"How about this, if you pass the test of our Warrior Temple, we will let you keep the sword. On the other hand, if you fail, you can keep the sword, and we are still willing to give you an epic equipment unconditionally."

The Aria of the Goddess of Light was too important. Even if it meant risking his own reputation, Qiu Yonghao wanted to keep it.

Even if it remains in the Warrior Temple and no one can use it, it is better than giving it to someone in the Knight Temple.

This honor belongs only to the Warrior Temple.

Hearing this, Feng Ling smiled contemptuously, "Old man, you are shameless."

"A test? Are you from the Warrior Temple trying to bully others by taking advantage of your power?"

"I am still here, his elder, you think I am dead?"

Feng Ling no longer hesitated. She swung her sword forward and the sharp sword energy came towards her.

With a bang, the ground began to shake. Several ninth-rank warriors from the Warrior Temple hurriedly used a barrier to block the sword energy and prevent the statue of Bright Sword God Ye Wushang from being damaged.

"You dare to take action in the main hall of the Warrior Temple. Aren't you afraid of retaliation from the Warrior Temple?"

Xu Zhongliang loudly scolded Feng Ling for her behavior.

This is the main hall of the Warrior Temple, not a place for playing house.

This woman has such a big heart.

"You can be so shameless as to steal things from the younger generation, so what do you have to fear if I tear down the entire Warrior Temple?"

Feng Ling looked at them with a sullen face, "Remember my name, aunt."

"Feng Ling!"

"Don't go down there without knowing the name of your enemy."

A powerful purple spiritual power suddenly burst out, and a terrifying pressure made everyone in the Warrior Temple change their faces instantly.

This is not the plot they expected.

What they wanted was to take back the Aria of the Goddess of Light from Long Haochen. They didn't care even if no one would use the Aria of the Goddess of Light ever again.

What they care about is that this holy sword falls into the Warrior Temple and that this glory remains in the Warrior Temple again.

Whether or not this sword can be used is not important to them. They firmly believe that in a few years, a genius will appear in the Warrior Temple and be recognized by the sword.

As for how many years, no one can tell for sure.

They would rather leave the choice to time than let Long Haochen use this magic sword.

This is due to human selfishness.

What they care about more is the false reputation and glory rather than the meaning of this divine sword.

Feng Ling looked at them coldly.

Holding the purple sword in her hand, Feng Ling gives people a feeling of being heartless.

That kind of solemn and murderous aura emanated from her.

She looked at everyone with disdain.

This aura made everyone in the Warrior Temple breathless. They didn't expect that a small seventh-level person could have such a terrifying pressure.

They are powerful men of the eighth or even ninth level.

In terms of strength, they should be able to crush this seventh-level magician.

How can a magician use a sword?

Isn't she a magician? !

Why does this person have a long sword that is only used by knights or warriors?

This is very inconsistent with their conventional impression.

The general impression of magicians among humans in the Holy Demon Continent is that they are physically weak but possess amazing explosive power.

But I didn't expect that this magician could use a sword.

This was something they didn't expect.

The face of the ninth-rank warrior elder suddenly changed, and a heavy pressure came towards him like a wave.

Under this ocean-like pressure, his breathing became heavy.

Such a terrifying pressure...

Isn't this girl a seventh level one?

Whose seventh-level pressure is stronger than the ninth-level one.

This sounds unreasonable.

Like the ninth-rank old man, the Warrior Temple Master Qiu Yonghao had a look of surprise on his face.

The sword energy in Feng Ling's hand swept across the entire Warrior Temple.

The terrifying sword intent made people kneel down.

The crisp sound of Fengling's high heels stepping on the ground echoed in the silent Warrior Temple.

The next moment, Feng Ling slashed forward.

The sharp sword energy prompted them to dodge instinctively, but the feeling of space being cut apart made the air thin.

After reaching the eighth level, their survivability was greatly improved, and they no longer needed to rely on the air. But the feeling of space being suddenly torn apart was not pleasant for anyone, especially since this place was the main hall of the Warrior Temple.

This is the glorious place of the Warrior Temple.

Anyone who is kicked out in public would look unhappy and look at the other person with hatred.

Feng Ling drew her sword, and a purple magic circle blossomed under the sword shadow.

She is a magician who is proficient in both magic and martial arts.

Dark magicians are not welcomed by the outside world, so naturally they must have the ability to protect themselves.

The sword energy is running rampant in the Warrior Temple.

Qiu Yonghao also took action, "Do you think we, the Warrior Temple, are easy to bully?"

"I'll give it back to you in the same way."

"You want to snatch my nephew Long Haochen's sword. Do you think our family is easy to bully?!"

Feng Ling stopped talking nonsense and started fighting with Qiu Yonghao.

Two sharp sword energies collided.

Qiu Yonghao also used his long sword.

His spiritual power is 263,000.