Fantasy Data Villain

"It's over!"

He didn't think Ling Tianyu would have an accident, and then he was implicated.

With the existence of the particle on the sky island, any movement in the entire Tongxuanmen is presented in that existence consciousness, and every move is clearly clear.

But no matter what, it was his fault that he didn't react to the rescue. No matter whether his rescue was useful or not, that one was so overbearing.

Facing the palm that covered the sky and the sun, Ling Tianyu just smiled slightly.

He held the girl with one hand, and put the other hand on the Tong Xuan sword around his waist.

Chapter 9, The Sorrow of Living With a Monster

In an instant.

Excalibur unsheathed.

Xuantian Sword Intent broke the Quartet.

The Profound Opening Sword in Ling Tianyu's hand seemed to have turned into a Heaven-reaching Giant Sword in this instant.

One slash, no matter what kind of fairyland magical power you are.

Under my sword, everything will be turned into nothingness.

"It's really a bug-level kendo supernatural power!"

With the sword cut out, Ling Tianyu himself sighed, and at the same time he thought of one thing, that is, it seems that his storage ring still retains this sword tome.

So that means, according to the old-fashioned routine, he will be killed by the protagonist and snatch the sword?

Thinking of this, Ling Tianyu's mouth showed a slightly creepy smile.

The protagonist or something, really is the enemy of the second generation of immortals with his appearance, appearance and talent.

"brush!!"

With a sword cut, the huge palm that covered the sky and radiated a little golden light that Lin Qiyu photographed was directly cut off.

At the same time, on the sky island of Tongxuanmen, countless gazes penetrated the space and looked at Dou Juefeng.

"Xuantian Jiandian reached the fourth floor?"

"What a terrifying talent!"

"It's sad, the other competitors are really sad, and they were born in the same era as such a monster."

Every one of the stalwart existences uttered a sigh.

Some even had a happy thought in their hearts.

Living in the same era as such monstrous geniuses, even they are under a lot of pressure.

"It seems... the position of the Holy Son does not need to compete, but you don't make a statement, let this little guy go on first, I want to see if he can break the highest cultivation of the Holy Son position."

On the Sky Island, in the hall of the head of Tongxuanmen, a voice came out, which stopped these beings who were talking to each other with their divine senses.

"Yes, Sect Master!"

One by one, they bowed their hands to the main hall, and then all withdrew their consciousness.

In the main hall, two figures that looked ordinary, without the slightest hint of imposing manner, were sitting opposite each other.

One wears a green robe and the other wears a white robe.

They all look like middle-aged men.

In front of them, there is a chess game.

One holds the white child, the other holds the black child.

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One holds the white child, the other holds the black child.

The two sides killed you and I.

The two of them looked ordinary, but in the sky above the chess game, it was different. Big stars fell and big dragons were cut off.

The incredible scene reflects the unfathomable realm of the two.

"Senior Brother Ling, when did Tianyu have such a high talent, so every year you are deliberately lying to me?"

The white-robed man asked the green-robed man.

"Hehe, Brother Duan, where am I lying to you? To be honest, I'm also surprised that this kid was able to cultivate the Xuantian Sword Canon to this level so quickly. If he hadn't shown it today, I would have thought him It's still on the second floor, this kid is really a ghost, and even I lied."

The man in the green robe had a seemingly helpless smile on his face, but he was actually extremely showy.

"Hehe, this kid."

The white-robed man surnamed Duan is the head of Tongxuanmen, and this Qingpao man surnamed Ling is the supreme elder of Tongxuanmen, Zeng Zeng of Lingtianyu... Anyway, I don't know how many generations of great-grandfathers .

Cultivators are so toothache.

The ghost knows how long a long-lived old monster lives under the appearance of a middle-aged man.

On Doujue Peak, there was silence.