Immortal Wu Sovereign

Chapter 373

Shocked eyes appeared in Feng Mingda's eyes, and he said in a low voice: "If you encounter an enemy, you will fight, and your Dao heart is strong. No wonder Brother Ling is so powerful. Apart from talent, only by upholding the heart of a strong man can he be able to succeed in cultivation. Go further on the road!"

"Well said, Brother Ling, from now on, I, Zhao Kui, will uphold the Dao heart of fighting against the enemy and practice hard. Even if I can't catch up with a genius like you, I can't be underestimated!" Ling Tian The words made Zhao Kui's blood boil, fists and palms intersected, and there was a muffled sound, and then he drank wantonly.

Not to mention Feng Mingda and Zhao Kui, the many practitioners below the ring were all emotional after hearing Ling Tian's words. Originally, they all supported Wei Ziang, the proud son of Vermillion Bird City, but at this moment, But there have already been many defections, and I hope Ling Tian can win.

Wei Ziang nodded with a smile, and said loudly: "Mr. Ling's words make me very admire, then I will fulfill your Taoism!"

He took a step towards Ling Tian again, the sword moved with him, and the four-clawed dragon jumped out from between his brows, and landed on the extremely frosty blade, with frost flowers all over his body, sweeping Yuanli like a torrent , rushed towards Ling Tian.

Where the four-clawed flood dragon passed, the Frost Sword Domain suddenly collapsed and turned into a hurricane, wrapping around it.

In the hurricane, countless frost swords rotated and collided, turned into ice chips, and then condensed again. This cycle repeated, but the power continued to increase.

"What a powerful killer move. Wei Ziang is indeed the number one genius in our Vermillion Bird City. I'm afraid that even late Vientiane cultivators can't resist this move!"

"It's too strong. Although that kid named Ling Tian is powerful, how could he be able to block such an ultimate move? Once Wei Ziang uses this move, the victory will be decided!"

"I don't think so. If Ling Tian can compete with a super genius like Jing Shan, he must have a unique trick. Let's wait and see!"

……

Wei Ziang blasted out with an extremely astonishing momentum. Many monks watching the battle below the ring were already stunned by his move, and almost no one thought that Ling Tian could win.

Except for Lei Dafang who had personally seen the power of Ling Tian's sword, even Feng Mingda and the others were all pale at the moment. They only felt that Ling Tian was doomed this time. If he could suffer a little injury, It's all luck!
Lei Dafang looked at the worried expressions on the faces of the few of them, smiled and said in relief: "Don't worry, Mr. Ling has his own ultimate move, even if he can't win, he will definitely not lose!"

"Really?" Feng Mingda was stunned for a moment, then turned his head to look at Lei Dafang, as if he wanted to tell the truth from the expression on his face.

"Of course it's true, I saw it with my own eyes!" Lei Dafang nodded with a smile, and said in a low voice, "Go ahead and enjoy the show!"

On the ring, Ling Tian looked at Wei Ziang's frightening strike, and his eyes were full of fighting spirit. He had just successfully practiced the three swords in one, and it was most appropriate to use Wei Ziang's strongest killing move to verify the power.

"What a move of the Frost Dragon Sword, Mr. Wei, you can also take my move!" Ling Tian laughed long, with a chic and calm demeanor, and swiped out the Death Star Sword in his hand with ease, the blade trembling slightly, clusters of red golden light, Like a rising sun, it emerged in front of him.

In an instant, 27 groups of golden light shone on the vermilion ring, almost making it impossible for the monks below the ring to look directly at them. Only the monks in the Vientiane Realm could clearly see the reality of these red-gold light groups.

Gong Yangyu, who was sitting on the stone pillar next to the ring, suddenly sat up straight, opened his eyes, and looked at Ling Tian in surprise, with a look of worry in his eyes.

The shining sun burns the sky, the star shining sky and the rising and sinking of the stars are combined into one, 27 groups of red golden flames are fused into one, continuously condensed, turning into a ball of golden light the size of a baby's fist, facing the four claws carrying a frost sword Jiaolong blasted over.

boom!
The golden light bloomed on the arena and spread instantly, covering a radius of several tens of feet. In the golden light, the Frost Sword was wiped out, the energy was melted, and even the four-clawed dragon was shaken out in circles of ripples, washing away in all directions. go out.

Spiritual thoughts rippling, sweeping across the space of thousands of feet, the monks closest to the ring, below the middle stage of Vientiane, were all shocked by the escaping spiritual thoughts, even if only a scale and a half of the four-clawed dragon invaded their eyebrows, it could make them lose their minds In an instant, the more ordinary the strength, the longer the soul will be intimidated.

Needless to say, Ling Tian was the first to bear the brunt. Although the four-clawed dragon was scattered by him, it still rushed into his sea of ​​consciousness.

However, he had already used Tianhe Zhenjue, visualized a long river, and swept the remaining four-clawed dragon into the raging river, across the stars in the sea of ​​consciousness, and finally completely disintegrated and collapsed. Make some waves.

The golden ball of light shining on the vermilion ring gradually dimmed and disappeared, and then the figures of Ling Tian and Wei Ziang gradually appeared in front of everyone.

Who actually won?
Many monks watching the battle below the ring had doubts in their hearts, and looked at the two of them with all their eyesight.

"Wei Ziang must have won. You see, he can still stand with a sword in his hand, his expression is normal, he doesn't look injured at all!"

"That's right, it's Ling Tian. You can see blood on his shoulders, his face is pale, and there are traces of frost and snow on his body. He definitely lost to Wei Ziang!"

"I don't think so, let's wait! Maybe Wei Ziang suffered internal injuries?"

……

Many monks discussed in low voices under the ring, and there were different opinions, but most of them were optimistic about Wei Ziang, and it was pitifully few people who felt that Ling Tian won.

Feng Mingda looked at the back of the ring and said with a wry smile: "Could it be that brother Ling really lost?"

"How is it possible? Brother Ling's move just now is astonishingly powerful, even more powerful than Wei Ziang. He absolutely cannot lose!" Zhao Kui shouted indignantly, but even he himself did not believe that Ling Tian could win, because Ling Tian could win at this moment. The appearance of the sky is really too miserable.

I saw that Ling Tian's face was slightly pale, there was still a trace of frost on his arms, and there was a bloodstain on his shoulder, which was still spreading, soaking his blue robe.

Standing opposite Wei Ziang stood proudly with his sword pointed at Ling Tian. Drops of blood fell from the tiger's mouth in his right hand and dripped onto the ring. The ring, which had been scorched by Jiuyao Tianxing's swordsmanship, immediately swallowed the blood and evaporated. .

"I didn't expect you, Mr. Ling, to improve so quickly. If Jingshan were to fight you now, I can only advise him to admit defeat quickly, so as not to humiliate himself!" Wei Ziang had a helpless wry smile on his face, and then his right arm drooped, The long sword in his hand fell on the ring, making a crisp sound.

Immediately afterwards, the robe on his upper body suddenly turned into flying ash, and after a mouthful of angry blood spewed out of his mouth, he fell backwards, fell on the ring, and passed out directly.

Who wins and who loses, no one knows!

Chen Chaoyuan jumped onto the ring, supported Wei Ziang, then raised his head to look at Ling Tian, ​​and said in a deep voice: "Boy, you dare to hurt Junior Brother Wei, our Northern Plains Sword Sect will never let you go!"

Ling Tian frowned slightly, looked at Chen Chaoyuan, whose eyes were full of resentment, and said with a sneer: "Could it be that the monks of the Northern Plains Sword Sect are the proud sons of heaven, they cannot be touched, beaten, or defeated by others. If so, Then you guys better not go out, if you dominate the sect yourself, no one will provoke you!"

"That's right, the arena competition is all about fairness. If you guys from the Northern Plains Sword Sect can't afford to lose, then you'd better not do such things like this in the future, so as not to make people laugh!" Lei Dafang Yukong He got up, stepped onto the ring, looked at Chen Chaoyuan with a cold snort, and supported Ling Tian.

"Who said our Beiyuan Sword Sect can't afford to lose!" Gong Yangyu fell from the stone pillar, stood next to Wei Ziang and Chen Chaoyuan, and then gave a claw, and Wei Ziang's body was suspended from the ground, and was held by him with one hand. Hold on.

Then he glared at Chen Chaoyuan fiercely, and shouted angrily: "It's a disgraceful thing, if you don't go back to concentrating on cultivation, if you can't practice the Flood Dragon Art to the level of two claws, you will never even think about it in this life!"

When Chen Chaoyuan heard Gongyangyu's words, he felt like being struck by lightning. He knew how much he was worth, but if he could master the Flood Dragon Art within a year, he still had some confidence. If he wanted to cultivate to the level of two claws, he might not be able to do it within three to five years.

It's just that Gongyangyu said a word, and it's hard to chase. He knew that the result could not be changed, so he could only look at Ling Tian with hatred, and then he came back and walked off the ring. Soaring into the sky, they flew towards Beiyuan Sword Sect.

Gong Yangyu turned his head to look at Ling Tian, ​​and said in a low voice, "Boy, don't worry, our Northern Plains Sword Sect will never do such a shameless thing!"

After finishing speaking, he paused for a moment, looked at Wei Ziang who was floating in front of him, and said loudly: "My apprentice lost to you today, and he will find you to win back in the future. If someone from Beiyuan Sword Sect doesn't open his eyes If you want to trouble you, you can report my name as the old man, and I guarantee that no one will dare to mess with you!"

Before Ling Tian could answer, Gong Yangyu turned into a streak of light, carried the unconscious Wei Ziang, and disappeared in front of everyone.

"Although Gongyangyu protects his weaknesses, he is an upright person. With him around, no one from the Northern Plains Sword Sect will trouble you!" Lei Dafang stood behind Ling Tian and explained in a low voice.

Ling Tian smiled slightly, nodded and said: "Senior Gongyang has extraordinary demeanor, which makes people heartbroken. No wonder he can teach a disciple like Wei Ziang. It's a pity that Chen Chaoyuan didn't learn from him. Otherwise, I would have saved a lot of trouble!"

"Chen Chaoyuan is nothing to worry about. Beiyuan Sword Sect's Concentration View is extremely miserable. I think he can bear it. When he comes out of retreat, you have already left him far behind, Mr. Ling. I'm afraid he will be afraid when he sees you." You have to stay far away, and you dare to take revenge there!" Lei Dafang chuckled, the strength Ling Tian showed made him, a top cultivator in Vientiane, secretly startled, he thought to himself that if he shot with all his strength, what would happen to Ling Tian? I'm afraid they can only fight against each other.

(End of this chapter)