Sword Venerable Ling Tian

"act recklessly, I just used 70% of the battle strength that's all!"

Wan Yanlun looked gloomy and indifferent. The attack just lost his face and almost capsized in the gutter. He made up his mind and didn't have any reservations, do it quickly, otherwise even if he killed this Ling Tian, ​​he wouldn't even want to lift the head in front of other tribe kings in the future.

"Waiting and watching what are you doing, kill me all the Human Races below!"

Wan Yanlie furiously shouted.

Those Hungarian warriors who were amazed by Ling Tian came back to his senses immediately, and two million troops were overwhelmed. Although the forward corps led by Pei Tianqing and the others were tyrannical, they couldn’t stop them all. under.

For a time, the Hungarian army, which stretched several dozen li, quickly charged to the line of defense set up by Cui Zhan.

"hehe, brethren, it's time for us to show the limelight and stand up to them for me!"

In an instant, Cui Zhan is shouting loudly, one after another rays of light Rise, build a front line with gaps.

The two armies shook each other like a mountain. Countless Hungarians were stopped, and the army from the rear took over and started fighting.

For a time, the Hungarian and Hungarian armies really began to fight for their lives.

"hehe, Human Race, despair, you and your army will be buried here today, I will let you, blood flow into a river!"

Wan Yanlun Yin laughed again and again, and didn't want to delay going with Ling Tian at all.

His hands hidden in his sleeves fell completely, and a peculiar purple flame lingered between his palms, and the intense pressure of red heat suddenly spread out.

Shoo!

The moment the flame pressure reached Peak, Wan Yanlun shot directly, and the figure disappeared again, but in the sky, the pressure was just like substance, evolving into a huge wave of flames, and finally transformed into a giant Palm, swept to, to obliterate Ling Tian as a whole.

hong long long!

The waves are rolling, one after another, and a shocking momentum erupts in the mutual impact. Ling Tian is like an ant under this monstrous purple palm of fire.

After seeing Yan Lun doing his best, Cui Zhan and the others' faces became serious. Wan Yan Lun’s battle strength is indeed terrifying.

And the fighting kings in the Hungarian army are sneered again and again, they have not seen the Qiangjie king like this for a long time, this Ling Tian is bound to be bombarded to death alive.

"Little Human Race, the difference between me and the upper clan is more than one million miles apart. Soon you people will know where the gap is."

Fierce, mocking flashed in his eyes.

One by one, I can't help but feel confident that the scene of Wan Yanlun being shaken out just now is completely nonexistent.

However, facing the giant palm that Wanyanlun had fallen, Ling Tian didn't rush, clenched his five fingers, waved the thunderous Flaming Sword, and directly greeted him.

bang!

The sword qi collided with the palm, and in an instant there was a loud noise violently, one after another terrifying aftermath spread out wildly.

The flame is flying, the lightning glow is sweeping, and the sword light is vertical and horizontal.

Everyone's hearts suddenly throbbed, and they were all shaken by the loud noise, as if they were being knocked hard.

A lot of people who are incapable, groaned, quickly stepped back a few hundred zhang.

Huh!

This time, Ling Tian's figure finally moved, he took three steps in one breath, and the bloodline in his body was madly digesting the huge Battle Qi energy he had suffered with every step he took.

Wan Yanlun’s palm is very impressive.

"It's a bit of a doorway, I can only take three steps back when I can take a palm!"

Wan Yanlun succeeded with a single blow, her complexion became sullen, and her true essence became more agitated. The flame waves agitated by it in the air rippled like an ocean, and the space seemed to be squeezed and deformed by the impact.

bang! bang! bang!

In the blink of an eye, the two played against each other several ways, and every hit was heaven-shaking, earth-shattering, which made the battlefield tremble slightly.

Ling Tian's eyes flashed with a different color, this Wanyan Lun was indeed a bit powerful, far from what King Xianbei could compare.

Furthermore, the Qiangjie King’s body with purple inflammation Battle Qi is very strange, with pure energy, and the fleshy body is not bad. He has injured his body several times, but has not been able to severely damage it.

Ling Tian encountered such an opponent for the first time.

Moreover, Ling Tian understands that the eight tribes all have unique battles in hand. When he was beheading King Xianbei before, he had seen the opponent cast the Xianbei battle, and the battle strength skyrocketed. , Ling Tian used the thunderous Flaming Sword to perform three Yang True Fire slashes before beheading it.

Now, this Wanyan Lun has not yet used the battle.

"pu!"

The two are antagonistic strokes again, finally Ling Tian once again slashed on the same wound where the previous swords fell, and finished Yan Lun’s blood. Erupting, the back was torn apart by Ling Tian's sword.

"Damn it!"

Wan Yanlun was so embarrassed at this time, he couldn't help Ling Tian even with his killer moves.

Moreover, on the battlefield at this time, his two million army did not even sweep the Human Race.

The battlefield of Human Race completely restricted his army.

Even his fighting kings, without the third rank fighting kings, were killed by the experts of Human Race one after another.

If this continues, even if the Hungarians can win, they are doomed to suffer heavy losses.

This kind of victory will only make other tribes laugh!

Now, only if the Ling Tian in front of him is killed strongly, he can directly suppress all the experts of Human Race and sweep the army of Human Race!

"This is what you forced me!"

"I have been for hundreds of years, and I have never performed a Qiang Jie battle in front of Human Race!"

" Today, you can die under the battle of Qiang Jie, enough to be proud!"

Wan Yanlun has a terrible complexion, next moment, both of his hands hug her chest, mutter incantations in her mouth.

Immediately, the wings behind his back flapped suddenly, and the purple flame inside his body instantly violent, turning into a ferocious beast, enveloping him all.

Wan Yanlun's body has also become full of bone spurs, becoming more ugly and evil.

But his imposing manner coercion, also at this moment, skyrocketed to an extremely terrifying level!

"Ling Tian, ​​accept the trial of my King Qiangjie, die!"

Suddenly, King Qiangjie burst out, his hand stretched forward suddenly, on top of his palm, There was a sharp claw-like purple and black weapon, wrapped in an ominous beast soul, which grew up to be ten zhang, extremely powerful!

The weapon soul in this weapon is already stronger than Lao Hou.

Although it is not a kingly weapon.

But it is definitely the top heavenly weapon under the king's sword!

With the sharp claw he took, he directly scratched the void, moved towards Ling Tian fiercely suppressed the past, and the fierce power immediately enveloped Ling Tian.

At the moment when Wanyanlun opened the battle, the entire battlefield was shrouded by this powerful pressure. The Human Race army, at this moment, was completely suppressed, and the Hungarian army was one A snarling roar, Dou Wang and Dou Jiang, both started their own battles, and pushed back the expert in the Human Race army.

Stimulated by this battle, the Hungarian army has finally risen!