Martial arts Lingyun

Chapter 1067

"Xiao Ling, just based on your words, I won't kill you today, I swear I won't be human!"

Scimitar Saint's tone was cold, as a strong man in Zetianlou, he also had his arrogance, and now being threatened by Xiao Ling like this, is it tolerable or unbearable.

"Since that's the case, you and I only have one battle. Until I conquer you, you can know what I want."

Xiao Ling took out a wine jug, looked at Scimitar Saint, and slowly opened the lid of the wine. Suddenly, the flame-like aroma of wine swept across, causing Scimitar Saint to shake his nose, and a look of greed appeared in his eyes.

"What kind of wine is this?" Scimitar Saint asked hastily.

"Qingqiu's burning love, I got it not long ago."

Xiao Ling said lightly: "I heard that you are good at wine, so I thought of this wine, so I simply took it out and gave it to you..."

"Hurry up and bring it..."

Before the scimitar had finished speaking, Xiao Ling, under the gaze of countless eyes, poured the peerless wine from the air on the ground. After a while, the jug of good wine was gone.

"Bastard!"

Scimitar Saint's face twitched slightly, not knowing why Xiao Ling did this.

"This is your farewell wine. You can drink it slowly after you go down."

Xiao Ling threw the flagon away casually, and stood with his hands behind his back, with a calm and indifferent attitude, even if the machete master was a five-star martial arts master, he would not be afraid at all.

"you!"

Murderous intent appeared in the eyes of the machete saint, and immediately he laughed, his eyes finally showed interest, and said: "The name of the ruthless Xiao Ling, I saw it today, and it really deserves its reputation, no wonder Gui Tiansheng and his master and apprentice I will leave because of you. Since this is the case, a war between you and me is inevitable."

Afterwards, Scimitar Sage pointed away, pointing at the peak a few miles away from Zetian Building, and said: "That mountain is called Ziyun Peak, and Ziyun Peak goes straight into the sky. , how about you and I in that battle?"

Xiao Ling took a look, and saw that there was indeed a towering mountain peak a few miles away. The mountain peak pierced into the sky, with jagged rocks and surrounded by many purple clouds, which can be said to be worthy of the name.

"as you wish."

Xiao Ling nodded.

At this moment, the scorching sun hangs high, the sky is cloudless, and the wind is blowing wantonly.

"It is indeed rare for you to reach Nine Star Martial Lord at such a young age."

The scimitar sage rushed out and flew towards Ziyun Ding, saying: "It's really not easy for you to cultivate to this level, but unfortunately, you don't know how to endure and dare to provoke me, Ziyun Ding It is destined to be your place of fall."

"Actually, I think the cemetery you found for yourself is pretty good, with excellent Feng Shui."

Xiao Ling moved, followed closely behind, and after hearing what the Scimitar Sage said, he counterattacked calmly.

call out!call out!
Two rainbow lights pierced the sky and went straight to Ziyun Peak.

The martial cultivators onlookers all moved one after another and rushed towards Ziyun Peak. As for those space warships, they also headed towards Ziyun Peak.

"After all, you are not at the level of a martial sage, and you can't realize how powerful a martial sage is."

Scimitar Saint looked at Xiao Ling with his hands behind his back, as if he was looking at a dead person, he sighed slightly, he already regarded Xiao Ling as fish on the chopping board.

Wu Zun and Wu Sheng are not a concept at all.

Once you step into the martial saint level, you have to go through the fire of Nirvana and be reborn from the ashes!
Whether it is the body, soul, or vitality will be renewed in the Nirvana Fire Tribulation, all of them will become stronger. Therefore, the ability of the Martial Saint is stronger than that of the Martial Venerable. Except for the freak Xiao Ling, there is no Martial Venerable who leapfrogged to kill Over Wu Sheng.

"I have killed the Martial Saint before."

Xiao Ling smiled lightly, and said: "Not only that, the Laughing Sect Master who was the Nine Star Martial Saint also fell into my hands..."

"Xiao Ling! Stop scaring me!"

The scimitar sage narrowed his eyes slightly, his eyes shone brightly, and said: "The shocking battle that took place in the Yaowang Valley is known to many regions in the Shenwu Continent. As for the Laughing Sect Master, he fell into the hands of the Bone Emperor. As for his soul, it is It was wiped out by you!"

"Hehehe, the five-star martial saint is certainly powerful, but I'm not incapable of fighting."

Xiao Ling shook his head, and said: "Stop talking nonsense, after I deal with you, I know what I want to know, and I have to hurry to do other things."

"Xiao Ling, you are very arrogant, do you think you can really defeat me?"

Scimitar Sage showed a cold smile on his face, hooked his fingers towards Xiao Ling, and said: "You are so confident, then let your horse come here. After I deal with you properly, I will see if you still dare to speak wild words!"

The Scimitar Saint did not take out the profound weapon. To deal with Xiao Ling, it is obviously overkill to take out the profound weapon. He wanted to completely crush Xiao Ling with his bare hands.

What's more, Scimitar Saint also heard that Xiao Ling possessed a ninth-order profound weapon. If he did this, with Xiao Ling's temperament, he would definitely not use the ninth-level profound weapon.

"war!"

Xiao Ling let out a low cry, cast bloodthirsty, and opened the eight Dunjia one after another, until the Du door was half opened, and his strength skyrocketed to the extreme.

Bang!
The scimitar sage waved his palm at will, like a big knife slashing down. In an instant, the space was torn in two, and a sharp and piercing sound suddenly resounded. A terrifying palm knife cut through the sky, and immediately blasted towards Xiao Ling.

This random palm is using the palm as a knife, with the power of a mysterious weapon in every gesture, even ordinary martial saints have to avoid this move.

"Break it for me!"

Facing the casual palm of the Scimitar Saint, Xiao Ling let out a low cry, and punched out suddenly.

The blood energy rolled wantonly, turning into a blood-colored fist light, soaring into the sky, like a blood star falling from the sky, rushing towards the sword of the machete saint.

Rumble!
The blood-colored fist light and the saber-like palm collided together, as if a nine-day thunder had exploded, and the terrifying fluctuations of vitality swept in all directions, causing the surrounding purple clouds to be washed away a lot, and the aftermath of layers of energy melted away. Ripples for the ripples.

"With the mere strength of the Nine Star Martial Master, he can block my attack with his bare hands?"

During this confrontation, the Scimitar Saint only swayed slightly, but Xiao Ling took three steps back and did not suffer any substantial damage.

The first confrontation, the attack of the Scimitar Saint was only tentative. He wanted to see how powerful Xiao Ling was. Obviously, Xiao Ling's strength was beyond his expectations, and he dared to challenge him with the strength of the Nine Star Martial Lord. , is indeed somewhat capable.

After Xiao Ling stabilized his figure, he secretly sighed how powerful the Bamen Dunjia was. After Dumen opened halfway, the strength of his physical body was unparalleled, and he was not afraid even in the face of the attack of the Scimitar Saint. Sexual attack, the real battle is yet to come.

"Come again!" Xiao Ling shouted violently.

It was said that the Scimitar Saint's eyes were very cold, and there was a strong saber intent all over his body. This is the saber intent of the wind, and the wind rushed around him, and the wind rushed, and the dragon hurricane slowly gathered.

boom!boom!boom!
The figure of the scimitar saint rushed towards Xiao Ling violently, palm after palm towards Xiao Ling, the speed was as fast as lightning, and in a short time, palm prints all over the sky enveloped Xiao Ling, the terrifying The momentum shattered many strange rocks on the top of Ziyun, turning them into broken stones and splashing them.

Xiao Ling did not retreat but advanced, rushing into the palm prints all over the sky, punching out one after another, each punch was condensed with a domineering and unparalleled vigor, and at the same time, this punch also carried the purple lotus blood fire and the absolute power. Hua Xinbing.

The Scimitar Sage is a five-star martial saint, even with bare hands, he can beat a four-star martial saint. Xiao Ling had to deal with it carefully and go all out.

Bang!Bang!Bang!
The offensives of the two sides collided suddenly, and the sound of continuous explosions resounded throughout. A wave of terrifying explosions of Yuan force swept across wantonly, almost shaking all the Zixia in the Ziyun Peak.

In the end, Xiao Ling and Scimitar Sheng Bang collided, both of them punched each other, every move was very deadly, and the fight was inextricable.

"This kid's physical body is so strong, I don't know what kind of body training martial arts he has practiced..."

The scimitar sage's eyes flickered. Up to now, he has recognized Xiao Ling's strength. Even if he is a five-star martial saint, it is still very difficult to defeat Xiao Ling with bare hands, because Xiao Ling is a body-training martial artist, and He is not a body-refining martial artist. Martial Saint is certainly many times stronger than Wu Zun, but he has not really practiced body-refining martial arts. It is still very difficult to win the body-refining martial arts.

"Old Ancestor, who do you think is better, Mr. Xiao or the Scimitar Sage?" Xia Pingting looked at the top of the purple cloud, her beautiful eyes showed worry, and she couldn't help asking.

Xia Jiang stroked his beard, stared at Ziyun Dian, pondered for a moment, and said: "Xiao Ling is a Nine-Star Martial Venerable, with the ability of a Nine-Star Martial Venerable, it is not easy to fight against the flesh body of the Scimitar Saint! If you really want to count In that case, Xiao Ling is even better! You see, although the Scimitar Saint has a slight advantage now, this advantage is gradually disappearing. Xiao Ling becomes more and more courageous as he fights, and if he continues to fight, he can even out. But I think that once the Scimitar Saint feels If he has no advantage, he will attack with all his strength immediately! At that time, Xiao Ling will be in danger!"

"Is the Scimitar Sage really that powerful?" Xia Shihao asked.

Everyone looked at Xia Jiang, wanting to know more information about Scimitar Saint.

"The news I know is limited."

Xia Jiang shook his head slightly, he only knew how powerful the Five Star Martial Saint was, and as for the Scimitar Saint, he had only heard about it, not understood it at all.

"I know."

Ancestor Gaobei, who was adjusting his breath, said: "Scimitar Saint, I have heard some news about him. It is said that he has an eighth-order broken profound weapon. Although it is broken, it has the power of a seventh-level top-grade profound weapon And this mysterious weapon is called the Sky Crescent Moon Knife! This mysterious weapon has an extraordinary origin, and it was the mysterious weapon used by the Moon Sword Sage! And this Moon Sword Sage must feel very strange to you. If you talk about the title Martial Emperor of Shenwu Continent, you probably You should have heard that Moon Sword Sage is now the ninth Emperor Wu with the title of Emperor Wu!"

As soon as these words came out, not only Xia Jiang, but also the faces of many martial arts practitioners present changed drastically. Obviously, they did not expect that the Scimitar Sage also possessed the mysterious weapons of Emperor Yuedao Wudi. You must know that Emperor Yuedao Wudi was ranked No. With Jiu's existence, looking at the entire Shenwu Continent, there are only eight people who can beat him!
"Xiao Ling! The game is over, next, I want to end this boring farce!"

The machete saint raised his hand and put it on the hilt behind his back, his eyes were full of impatience. He felt ashamed for not taking down Xiao Ling for so long.

Hiss!

There was a crisp sound of drawing the sword, and a round of crescent moon light swept across the sky, so bright that it was difficult for everyone to open their eyes. At this moment, the scimitar saint finally drew his sword to attack, and this sword had an extraordinary origin. The crescent moon knife used by Emperor Wu back then!

(End of this chapter)