Sword Venerable Ling Tian

"en?!"

The shameless man transformed by the holy eagle saw that his sharp claw was blocked, and he was shocked now.

He looked towards the little shadow that appeared, and his heart was even more turbulent.

Because, he has been lurking around Ling Tian for a long time, but from beginning to end, he has never sensed that there is a powerhouse around Ling Tian!

Hiding his body is what he has always been proud of.

appear and disappear unpredictably, the shot must take human life, he is regarded as the capital of the holy eagle, so many years, he has never missed.

But he didn't expect, he could one day be pecked!

"Who are you!"

The sacred eagle and Xiaoying gave a blow to each other, and then they retreated.

Sneak attack failed, he is not Ling Tian's front opponent at all.

At this moment, among his pair of eagle eyes, there is only this young man who suddenly appeared.

"I? I'm the Spirit Beast of Master, if you dare to move my master, then you have to die!"

Xiaoying didn't like to talk more, her voice fell, her figure flickered, and she killed In the past, there was no reason at all.

ka-cha!

The flames burst, and the two Demon Beasts are fighting together. For a time, it is difficult to distinguish the winner or the loser.

"How is it possible?"

The Hungarian prophet is about to collapse, and now even this holy eagle is lost. How many cards does this Human Race Ling Tian Shou have?

"hehe, such insignificant ability, only this."

Ling Tian smiled, "You still draw the sword."

"Why should I do it? Sword, do you deserve it too?"

"That's it."

Crack!

The Hungarian prophet’s voice suddenly became hoarse, and then his whole body shuddered even more terribly. Amidst the golden light, wind and sand were formed. Accompanied by bursts of ghost crying, his imposing manner rose again. It is a terrifying natural phenomenon.

In the distance, a crowd of Human Race turn pale with fright, they absolutely didn't expect. Under such circumstances, the Hungarian prophet can actually soar the battle strength?

What's the situation?

Ling Tian also frowned, he suddenly felt a familiar taste from this Hungarian prophet.

But for a while, I was not sure yet.

But Ling Tian couldn’t help thinking more, the Hungarian prophet held the giant sword in both hands, but still did not draw the sword, black mist gathered on it, raised high, waited until the energy on it climbed to the limit, and then suddenly cut. under.

The powerful energy breath directly locks Ling Tian firmly.

"I see you...what can you do to block me!"

"Ling Tian, ​​you can't fight me after all!"

The voice of the Hungarian prophet has been changed.

"dressed up as God, playing the Devil!"

"Let your track be multifaceted, look at me and break it with one finger!"

Ling Tian No Fear, run the Supreme decision, mobilize the true essence and gather on the tips of the fingers. In an instant, the bright seven-color fingers are condensed, directly roaring to greet them.

With the blessing of true essence and fire, the pure yang finger is still too strong.

As long as the opponent doesn't move the sword, Ling Tian can take it.

bang!

Along with the shock of Heavenly Might, the two people's this move collided again, and the result was naturally imaginable.

The two opponents were shaken back, and the powerful energy impact caused Ling Tian's body to be overwhelmed.

"Still not dead!"

"Holy Lord, please bless the Hungarians!"

Seeing Ling Tian still not killed, gold The Hungarians in the valley are on the verge of despair.

The look in the eyes of the Hungarian prophet is even more complicated, with hundreds of strong confrontations, this Ling Tian still doesn't see any injuries. But he was a puppet and couldn't withstand such a consumption. If he continues, he will definitely lose.

Moreover, how could he lose?

In his whole life, after Ling Tian appeared, he was all defeated. This time, it was his last fight, and he was not allowed to lose himself!

"Damn it, enough!"

"Ling Tian, ​​even if my Yunyang crushes everything today, I want you to die!"

Suddenly, The black mist rose from the whole body of the Hungarian, and between the trembling body, a voice that made Ling Tian and the others familiar enough suddenly sounded.

This voice turned out to be the son of Yunhou, Yun Yang!

At the beginning, Yunyang got the inheritance of the dead tsar in the secret realm, combined with the power of the different magic, and wanted to defeat Ling Tian in the Dragon Sect grand competition.

In the end, it was defeated by Ling Tian.

Since then, Yun Yang has disappeared.

However, even Ling Tian never expected that this Yunyang would appear in the Hungarian Holy Land, the Golden River Valley!

Furthermore, he became a Hungarian prophet?

This, this is simply unimaginable.

"What is the situation? Isn't the Hungarian prophet the will of the last fighting emperor? How has this changed?"

Cheng Jiujin was surprised.

"I don’t know, this thing is weird, and it may be related to that Tuoba Yongye’s sudden promotion to Dou Huang."

"Now, as long as Ling Tian kills him, it will be fine. As the water recedes, the rocks appear."

Yin Hong said in a low voice.

He was equally shocked by Yun Yang's sudden appearance.

in the sky, Ling Tian frowned.

"Yun Yang, I really look down on you."

"As a Human Race, even if you are falling, you won't be reduced to a puppet, and, It's from the Hungarian!"

The eyes of the Hungarian prophet Kongdong looked towards Ling Tian, ​​Yun Yang's voice sounded again, "So what?"

"I use you Look at me?"

"If it weren't for your good luck, do you think you would be my opponent?"

"Ling Tian, ​​give up, you can't compete for heaven."

"Soon, this world will fall, all Human Races will become slaves like pigs and dogs, and the acknowledge allegiance will be at the feet of Lord Tian!"

Yun Yang said with a sneer.

"You think too much, this world will always be the world of Human Race. Nothing can enslave Human Race."

Ling Tian shook his head and said flatly.

"hmph, how useless it is, you will die in my hands."

"Don't you want me to draw the sword? Okay, then I will draw the sword!"

Yun Yang was obviously fly into a rage out of humiliation by Ling Tian's tone.

With a buzzing sound, he drew his sword out of its sheath, and the giant sword was born, but what surprised Ling Tian was that it was not a giant sword, but a pair of a long sword and a sword. The weapon's blade, with many lines engraved on it, blooms with a cold azure black glow.

A baleful aura oscillated in an instant.

Ling Tian's heart beats wildly, eyes shrank.

He felt a dangerous smell from Yun Yang's sword.

This is definitely a pair of kingly weapons!

Moreover, they are all high grades among the king's weapons!

Yun Yang has disappeared for so long, and now he has returned, not only has his strength skyrocketed with the help of the Hungarian prophet, but he has also obtained such a seemingly evil weapon.

At the very least, in terms of weapons, Ling Tian no longer dominates.

"hehe, Ling Tian, ​​don't think that you are the only one who has the chance to guard against the sky."

"Who is Heaven's Chosen Son, it is really not necessarily."

"This sword is my sufferer untold hardships. I got it from an Old Guy who can't tell good from bad. I practiced it with the ghost and finally achieved the state I wanted."

"Today, you are the first person to be killed by my pair of weapons."

"You are proud of it."