Sword Venerable Ling Tian

When the voice fell, Ling Tian was the first one to fall into the sky and enter the Hungarian army.

Behind him, an army of millions, all under the leadership of Li Qingcheng, Cui Zhan and the others, are charged with the power of Martial Spirit!

The scale of millions of people, each of them is at least golden battle strength, and at this moment, their fighting intent blessings have also reached Peak Ji Realm.

Under Qi Qi's charge, it is more terrifying than the black torrent of the Hungarians.

Ling Tian's army is like a tsunami of stars!

The three hundred thousand Hungarian army was shocked on the bloody land at a time, not knowing what to do.

The third rank Dou Wang was furious.

"Damn it, how dare you start a charge against my Huns? courting death!"

"Hungarian warriors, for the glory of the Hun Xianbei tribe, give me...what!"

However, before he was finished speaking, he descended to a long hair, pierced the void, and stabled at him at a speed that was almost to the extreme, like lightning!

The horror of the speed made this third-rank Dou Wang too late to react. He just instinctively held the stick in his chest and wanted to stop it.

Hey!

ka-cha!

However, everything is different from the third rank Dou Wang imagined.

There are two fierce weapon souls roaring above this large sacred tree that broke through the air.

For an instant, he was terrified in his heart,

And when the sharp and infinitely sharp front shook on the long stick in his hand, he felt it A huge force that can't resist the enemy at all, penetrates everything directly!

There was a blast of gold and stone.

The big 槊 shredded the front, although there was resistance, the stick shattered in response, pu' sound, and the third rank Dou Wang’s chest was directly penetrated!

Ah!

With a scream, that Douwang stared wide-eyed, I can’t believe that the power of the younger generation of Human Race is so tyrannical.

But the long fangs that split into his chest, not only with powerful strength, but also with countless hostile sword shadows, rushed into his body madly.

The raging sword shadow gave him the powerful fleshy body of the Hungarian nationality without any advantage at all. In an instant, his body was torn apart.

bang!

Long lance like an arrow, stringed with the third-rank king of battle burst shot, and finally broke into the ground.

However, a group of Hungarian warrior looked towards the direction of the long cracked ground, but they found that the commander of their army, the strongest third-rank Dou Wang, was actually crucified to the ground. !

There is no life, you can't die anymore!

How is this possible?

All the Hungarian warriors cannot believe the scene before them.

How tyrannical is their third rank Monster King?

Even facing the mid-term power of Human Race Primordial Spirit, it can definitely be completely suppressed.

But he was so tortured and killed!

How strong is this seemingly young Human Race?

"Big brother!"

The Dou Wang who had fought against Ling Tian, ​​saw the brother who had been nailed to death, and suddenly cried out with sorrow.

Their brother is the most powerful third-rank king of the Xianbei tribe besides King Xianbei. This time they protect Bai Yu to chase down Pei Tianqing. The configuration of the 300,000 army is already foolproof. Up.

However, Bai Yu was killed first, and the two brothers, if they do not bloodbath the Human Race, they will definitely be executed by King Xianbei after they return.

But now, his big brother, the third rank Douwang, also died at the hands of that man.

Is this still Human Race?

How come the Human Race you saw this time is different from the past?

However, he did not give this Dou Wang any breathing opportunity at all, Ling Tian's figure flashed, and he took that long 槊 back to his hands.

Ling Tian, ​​who sits on Xiaoqing, covers his face with black armor, wears heavy armor, and has silver hair, flying like a dragon in the wind.

He lifted up, and on the scarlet sword edge, Thunder Dragon roared.

"I once said that I will keep your life."

"Now, your life should be given to me!"

Because Because of the face armor, Dou Wang couldn't see Ling Tian's expression.

Clearly, there was a fire-like halo over his body, but those few words were full of ice and cold, making his heart extremely cold.

"It's ridiculous, do you really think you are invincible?"

"Enter into my Hungarian army, even in Yanzhou, no one dares to do this So rampant!"

Although the third-rank Dou Wang was shocked in his heart, but at this moment, seeing Ling Tian dared to rush into the army, he immediately suppressed his surprise and shouted in anger.

When his voice fell, countless Hungarian warriors flooded up from all directions in Sima.

Among them, there are many Douwang!

These fighting kings, although they are only First Rank Rank 2.

But they are comparable to the battle strength of Human Race Primordial Spirit Early-Stage, and there are more.

Apart from this, equivalent to Human Race's top fighters in the late stage, there are countless.

The Hundreds of Hungarians are Formation, and in an instant, thousands of warriors swarmed up and wanted to submerge Ling Tian directly.

Under the battlefield, the Hungarian warrior, especially with the fighting king and the fighting general, broke out the battle strength, even the human race Supreme in the middle of the Primordial Spirit, it is impossible to deal with it safely. .

But.

What they are facing at this time is like the sun at high noon, enough to kill all Ling Tian in the Primordial Spirit mid-term!

"courting death!"

The Ling Tian on Xiaoqing's back furiously shouted, a horse belly, Xiaoqing's wings and a fierce fan, instantly charged up.

At the same time, Ling Tian’s hands stretched out a semicircle. Above that semicircle, the fire surging, set off boundless flames, instantly soaring to the length of thousand zhang, fire sea like a huge wave, sweeping Go out!

Break the army to First Layer.

You can kill in groups and kill alone.

And what Ling Tian took out at this time was to break the army and kill!

Ahhhh!

Countless Hungarian screaming sounds one after another, under the breaking of the army, their fleshy body can't resist at all, and wherever the front goes, everything melts.

One trick is to kill all the Hungarians who rushed up!

"Bowmen, shoot him!"

In the overall situation, there is a panic roar among the Hungarians.

next moment, the Hungarians flew forward in the air and picked up the small black crossbows in their hands. Amid the clanging, arrows fell like rain.

ding ding dong dong ...

However, the rain of arrows fell on Ling Tian’s Battle Armor and fleshy body, except for sparks flying in all directions , No harm at all.

Even, they failed to cut Ling Tian's skin.

Nowadays, Ling Tian's fleshy body is so tyrannical, comparable to the tenacious existence of heavenly weapons, how can it be hurt by these little arrows?

"No, this is impossible!"

"This Human Race, is it possible that is a devil!"

For a time, all Hungary who witnessed all this The warrior is all stupid.

When have they seen such a terrible Human Race Martial Artist, not only has they wiped out thousands of clansman, even the fleshy body is so solid as a rock? !

Didn’t it mean that the fleshy body of Human Race is inherently weak?

"Hehe, Zhao Wuliang is right in saying that your Hungarians will be destroyed in my hands sooner or later!"

"Remember my name!"

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"Human Race, Ling Tian!"

Ling Tian walked out of the arrow rain, whispered, danced for a long time, and took the last third rank Dou Wang!