Immortal Wu Sovereign

Chapter 371 Three swords in one
Yuan power surged in Ling Tian's Zifu, and then the black epee in his hand lightly shook, nine sword flowers bloomed, clusters of red golden light bloomed from the sword flowers.

Immediately after he flipped his wrist, another nine clusters of red-golden light gushed out. The golden light was so strong that it covered all the light from the spirit stone lamp in the secret room.

Before the 27 clusters of red-golden light fused together, Ling Tian let out a low cry, and finally, nine clusters of golden light bloomed again, and in that instant, [-] rounds of golden flames surged in the secret room, emitting infinite heat. , It seems that even the walls made of green steel will melt into molten iron.

boom!
These golden light clusters merged with each other, and finally turned into a fist-sized ball of light, which hit the wall of the secret room in front of it. In an instant, a bright light directly shone into the secret room from the outside.

Ling Tian was stunned for a moment, only to realize that the wall of the secret room was blasted with a huge gap of about seven feet in radius. The sword was disassembled and turned into powder.

On the martial arts training ground, everyone looked towards this side one after another. It was unbelievable to them that the cultivation secret room made of green steel was blasted open by a sword. Even the late Vientiane monks may not be able to Do it, could it be said that there are monks at the peak of Vientiane who can't practice here?
Ling Tian shook his head and smiled wryly, put the Death Star Sword back into the scabbard with his backhand, and walked out slowly through the gap. Lei Dafang, who got the news from here, hurriedly came from the sky and landed in front of him. Looking at the tragic situation in the secret room behind him, he was also dumbfounded and speechless for a moment.

After a moment of silence, Lei Dafang stretched out his hand with a wry smile, pointed to the secret room in front of him, and said in a low voice, "Mr. Ling, you made this all?"

"Accident, definitely an accident, I didn't expect that move to be so powerful!" Ling Tian looked at Lei Dafang helplessly, he didn't want to make such a big commotion.

"Such a strong power is definitely enough to make Wei Ziang drink a pot. Mr. Ling, at noon today, it is the time of the duel in the arena. You have cultivated this ultimate move, and you have finally caught up with this competition!" Lei Dafang said. Without worrying about this secret room, he stretched out his hand and patted Ling Tian's shoulder, winked and said with a wink, "As long as we can defeat Wei Ziang, it's okay to demolish this secret room. Just leave it to me. Why don't you, Mr. Ling?" Go back to the inn to take a shower and change clothes, rest for a while, and then you can recharge your energy and defeat Wei Ziang!"

Ling Tian nodded with a smile, rose up from the sky, and flew towards the guest house.

After Ling Tian's figure disappeared in front of his eyes, Lei Dafang turned his head and looked at the training room in front of which the wall was completely broken. He couldn't help shaking his head and smiling bitterly. He didn't expect Ling Tian's killing move to be so powerful. With this self-defense method, he might be able to force Ding Chen to retreat without intimidating the low-grade puppet of Yuanshen.

Thinking of this, Lei Dafang couldn't help sighing again, such a genius, it's a pity that he is not a disciple of Thunderbolt Hall, otherwise, Thunderbolt Hall would be able to suppress Beiyuan Sword Sect and Zhengqi Building within hundreds of years.

After Ling Tian took a bath and changed his clothes, he immediately felt refreshed. Looking at the sky, it was almost noon, so he walked slowly towards the outside of the Thunder Hall. On the way, he met the monks of the Thunder Hall, and all of them spontaneously followed behind him. I want to see how Ling Tian, ​​who has risen like a comet recently, will deal with Wei Ziang, the first genius of the Northern Plains Sword Sect.

After walking out of the martyrdom, Ling Tian immediately saw Feng Mingda and Zhao Kui waiting outside the door.

"Brother Feng, Brother Zhao, why are you here?" Ling Tian hurried up to greet them, unexpectedly they would be waiting outside the Thunderbolt Hall.

"Brother Ling, we know that you are dueling with Wei Ziang from Beiyuan Sword Sect today, so we came here to cheer!" Zhao Kui smiled and said in a low voice: "I heard that the gambling house in the city has opened a handicap, and the four of us will buy you If you win, all your wealth will be thrown into it, Brother Ling, please don't let us down!"

Ling Tian was stunned for a moment, then smiled wryly: "How much is the handicap? How many spirit stones did you throw in?"

Feng Mingda said in a low voice: "Wei Ziang, you pay two for one, and Brother Ling, you pay five for one. The few of us all threw a thousand high-grade spirit stones in. If you win, you will be able to win if you get sucked out of the water by the gambling house." Thousands of top-grade spirit stones, everyone is counting on you to make a fortune this time!"

"No problem, I guarantee you can make a small fortune this time!" Ling Tian smiled slightly. After Xingcha Fushen practiced successfully, defeating Wei Ziang was not difficult for him at all.

The streets of Suzaku City were full of crowds of people, and everyone rushed towards the Ten Thousand Monsters Tower, but after seeing Ling Tian surrounded by monks from the Thunderbolt Hall, the pedestrians on the street gave way to let Ling Tian go all the way. Came unimpeded to the Wanyao Pagoda.

The arena of Suzaku City is ten thousand feet in circumference, and its whole body is red like a ball of flame. There are nineteen stone pillars beside it, each of which is nineteen feet high. On the top is a red seat carved from rock. Only Suzaku Only the big shots in the city are qualified to sit on these chairs.

If someone wants to snatch the qualification to sit on the chair, they need to challenge the owners of these seats. One person goes down and one person goes up. There will never be an extra seat for nothing.

The white-robed old man from the Northern Plains Sword Sect was sitting upright on the red seat of one of the stone pillars, his eyes slightly narrowed, as if this competition didn't arouse his interest at all, and he just came here at random to give Wei Ziang a boost .

Although Lei Dafang was the elder of Thunderbolt Hall, he was not qualified to sit on the stone pillar, so he could only stand under the ring. When he saw Ling Tian coming, his eyes lit up and he called him over loudly.

Ling Tian strolled over, glanced at the white-robed old man sitting on the stone pillar, frowned and said, "Northern Plains Sword Sect actually sent Yuanshen Realm monks to sit in the town, you really think highly of me!"

"He is Gongyangyu, the master of Wei Ziang and Chen Chaoyuan, the Supreme Elder of the Northern Plains Sword Sect, as long as he speaks, the head of the Northern Plains Sword Sect will not dare not listen!" Lei Dafang lowered his voice, and introduced to Ling Tian, Even so, Ling Tian could still feel a divine sense sweeping past him and Lei Dafang.

He felt something in his heart, a warning sign came to him, and immediately raised his head to look at the place where the divine thoughts came from, but collided with the two sharp gazes in the slightly narrowed eyes of the white-robed old man.

Gong Yangyu snorted softly, then closed his eyelids, not paying attention to him at all, no matter how powerful the cultivators in the Purple Mansion Realm were, they were vulnerable to him.

Wei Ziang strode up to the arena, glanced over Ling Tian, ​​and said loudly: "Young Master Ling, since you're here, why don't you go to the arena to see him?"

"Wait for a while, I'll come as soon as I go!" Ling Tian smiled at Lei Dafang and the others, then slowly walked onto the ring, and stood opposite Wei Ziang under the eyes of thousands of people.

Feng Mingda watched Ling Tian walk up to the ring, with a look of worry in his eyes, and whispered to Zhao Kui and the others: "Brother Ling is powerful, but Wei Ziang is not bad. I really don't know how much chance he has in this battle." ?”

"Anyway, I have full confidence in Brother Ling. Even Ding Chen can challenge Wei Ziang head-on. Even if he can't win against Wei Ziang, he will never lose!" Zhao Kui is actually the one who has the most confidence in Ling Tian, ​​which can be seen on the shocking electric boat that day That battle had already deeply shocked him.

Lei Dafang glanced at them and said with a smile, "Don't worry, Mr. Ling has practiced a new trick, defeating Wei Ziang should not be a problem!"

Hearing that even Lei Dafang said that, Feng Mingda and the others were completely relieved.

Wei Ziang glanced at Ling Tian, ​​then smiled and said: "Master Ling is indeed a super genius who has risen to fame and is famous all over the Central Tianyu. His demeanor is impressive. If I didn't want to get back face for the master today, we could sit down Come down and have a drink or two!"

"After the fight, sit down and have a drink or two, if you still have the interest then!" Ling Tian replied to Wei Ziang with a smile, confronting him tit for tat.

"Zi Ang, what are you talking about with him? Just defeat him and make him kneel down and beg for mercy!" Chen Chaoyuan stood at the bottom of the ring, clenched his fists, and shouted angrily. He stood up, so he was pardoned by Gongyangyu, and he came out of his concentration to cheer Wei Ziang.

Gong Yangyu raised his eyes to look at Ling Tian, ​​and said in a low voice, "What else is there to say, Zi Ang, do it quickly!"

With a helpless wry smile on Wei Ziang's face, he raised his head to look at Gong Yangyu, and saluted with cupped fists: "I will obey the master's order!"

Then he looked down at Ling Tian again, and said in a low voice: "Young Master Ling, I have offended you. If you admit defeat now, you will save yourself the pain of flesh and blood. Otherwise, I can only feel sorry for you!"

The long sword on his back came out of the sheath and landed in the palm of his hand. The blade was shining with a cold light, and layers of frosty air rolled down from the blade, causing Wei Ziang to be within ten feet of Wei Ziang. , is a spectacle.

Ling Tian smiled slightly, pulled out the Death Star Sword with his backhand, pointed at Wei Ziang, and then took a step towards him.

boom!
When he landed with this step, the ground shook like a mountain, as if the whole arena shook violently, as if he had stepped on the hearts of thousands of monks watching the battle below the arena, making them feel depressed and want to vomit blood Feeling so depressed, only the Vientiane Realm cultivator can resist this kind of invisible attack using footsteps and concentrating spiritual thoughts. If a monk with poor strength, I am afraid that if Ling Tian takes this step, he will lose his mind and be killed by him.

This move was obtained by Ling Tian when he was practicing the Juntian Guangle Sword. He tried out the method of embodying divine thoughts in his footsteps. Although the power is average, but when he uses it at this moment, it feels like it is the first move.

A look of vigilance flashed in Wei Ziang's eyes. Although he had tried his best to give Ling Tian a high look, he did not expect Ling Tian to be so powerful. It was just this strange method of using his footsteps to attack with divine sense that surprised him enough. .

(End of this chapter)