Sword Venerable Ling Tian

bang!

bang!

With a violent crackling sound, Ling Tian is surrounded by the shadow of the Sacred Dragon, and the ten thousand Ancestral Item is the same as the ten Ancestral Item. To shake.

The huge sound is like a loud bang in the sky, with terrifying sound waves oscillating, and the impact sweeps through the wilds. Wherever it passes, the mountain range cracks and turns into dust.

The earth, mountains and rivers, and even the emptiness, seemed extremely fragile at this moment, crushed by Ling Tian's regret, densely packed, and cracked a terrifying hole from the sky.

hong long long!

In a short time, under the force of ten thousand Jun, the ten Ancestral Item suppressed violently shook, like ten mountains were smashed from the sky above the sky, collapsed into the ground, and then layer after layer. The air wave set off.

pu!

And the peak powerhouse, the prince of the ten directions, instantly widened his eyes, his eyes revealed incredible meaning, and his face was pale, he opened his mouth and spewed a lot The blood, the body was hit by the Sacred Dragon at the same time, and it was shot out like a cannonball, and plunged deeply into the ground.

In the surrounding space, countless witch tribe soldiers screamed in horror, and their body flickered wildly. They only hated that they had lost a pair of wings and fled to the surroundings frantically.

This wave of dissipation and destruction energy is too strong, once they are involved in their cultivation base, they will be completely wiped out instantly.

However, even if these witches escape quickly, the destruction energy spreads faster. The warrior of the witches closest to the battlefield has not had time to fully spread the horror on their faces. The fluctuations have passed through their bodies.

For tens of thousands of days, Wu Demon Country's Martial Artist's body was directly torn to pieces, and even Divine Soul failed to escape a minute and completely died.

Ling Tian Sacred Dragon The power of the seven lures, terrible!

And that Human Race too! ?

The ten Ancestral Item collapsed, and the princes of the ten directions were hit hard, so the impact, even the Human Race powerhouse, will inevitably be hit hard by the force of the counter shock.

Tianwu Demon Country army looked at the center of the storm and thought.

However, before the storm cleared, they saw a figure in the storm, holding a large beam, and rushed out.

This Human Race Ling Tian, ​​it seems to be all right!

This...

All the warriors of Demon Country from Tianwu were suddenly terrified.

Why can't even the princes of the ten directions be Ling Tian?

"Give me the lord of Tianwu Demon Country, and you will solve the rest!"

Ling Tian loudly shouted out of the storm, carrying a big scorpion, and stabbing straight The Lord of Demon Country is gone.

"Hehe, don't worry!"

Ling Xiao Old Ancestor and other powerhouse hearing this, also all killed the fallen princes of the ten directions.

At this time, these princes have been hit hard, even Long Xuan Qin Mingyue and the others can take it.

Not to mention, the tribal armies have an absolute advantage in terms of numbers.

However, watching the tribal armies rise, Ling Tian came with a sword, and Tianwu Demon Lord was naturally furious.

This Ling Tian first severely injured his righteous son, and now he wants to shoot himself!

How can this be tolerated?

He is the lord of the First Demon country of the Supreme Demon, his battle strength is monstrous, and he is the ultimate in the world!

"Ling Tian, ​​you are your own courting death!"

Tianwu Demon Lord is furious, seemingly unintentional, but punched out without warning, the golden robe on his body is agitated, although not Layers of manifestation of the body of the witch, this fist, is still extremely terrifying!

Faced with Ling Tian, ​​he had the intention of killing!

With one punch, the void collapsed, the earth shattered, and violent energy erupted from the hands of Demon Lord Tianwu, and the magic was unparalleled.

Under the huge shadow of thousands zhang, covering the heavens, shielding the sun.

The shot far surpasses Loose Immortal Peak battle strength, and the power is so powerful that it far surpasses the imagination limit of the common martial artist.

There was a fiercely jump in the hearts of countless Martial Artists of the Martial Witches around, and then complexion pale, thinking of the scene where Human Race Ling Tian shook the powerhouse of the ten princes with a divine ability, Yu Bosheng killed tens of thousands of Martial Artists. , Nowadays Wu Demon Lord is stronger. Who dared to step forward and stepped back in a hurry.

Ling Tian felt the huge power and power rushed toward him, his calm complexion not only showed no sense of fear, but became more calm and indifferent, and the dazzling divine light exuded in the pitch-black eyes.

To this day, Lord Wu Demon still does not use weapons.

Then he naturally didn't bother to use it.

"Candle Long Batian!"

In the low drink, the dragon roar in Ling Tian's body rises again, and the bloodline is rioted by it, turning into a wave of energy, surging back and forth!

Ling Tian’s candle Long Batian, at this time, once again climbed to Peak.

On the cultivation base, Ling Tian is totally incomparable with the Demon Lord of Tianwu.

But with the blessing of Divine Grade candle Long Batian, Ling Tian's potential is boundless.

The fiery red Torch Dragon breath riots in the sky, frantically raging, rolling endlessly and condensed into energy tides, overwhelming mountains and seas, unmatched in power, having ups and downs, heading straight to Ling Tian where it converges, showing a crimson color , There is endless Dragon Clan breath erupting from it.

The overlord is condensed, the power of Torch Dragon is strong and strong, and above Ling Tian's Qilin Arm, there are also dragon shadows manifested one by one, three, six, and nine!

Even, there are more than nine dragon shadows, and they are still being produced!

Before, Ling Tian had handed the old beggar to his Divine Dragon eighteen palm comprehend to the last layer.

This last layer is the power of the real Immortal Technique!

Today's Ling Tian is like the Sacred Dragon family of gods, separated from Heaven and Earth. Although silent, only a little breath is enough to completely shock the entire space. The dragon shadow formed by this overlord body has already surpassed the three thousand zhang, and it has a more terrifying aura than the heavenly demon war soul.

At the same time, the dragon shadow on Ling Tian Qilin Arm also skyrocketed to ten Six Paths, which was blessed by Ling Tian Torch Dragon's breath, and the power of the superimposed explosion once again skyrocketed.

Faced with the fierce punch of Lord Wu Demon that day, the imposing manner was regrettable, and he didn't let down the wind at all!

Suddenly raised his head, facing the fist of the blast, watching it exuding power, Ling Tian snered in his heart, without any fear, on the Qilin Arm, when the shadow of the 18th Divine Dragon was condensed At that time, Ling Tian directly raised his hand, and Divine Dragon held eighteen palms, carrying the prestige of destroying the Heavens and exterminating the Earth, and shot down.

Today, no one can stop him!

Facing Ling Tian’s 18 palms of Divine Dragon, Tianwu’s Demon Lord heart slightly startled, and then sneered again and again. This Divine Dragon’s 18 palms illusory shadow is powerful and unmatched, but his boxing technique can Not bad!

Moreover, he saw that Ling Tian stimulated the battle strength in this way, it was already the limit, he didn't believe it, Ling Tian could still use it a few times!

At this point, Tianwu Demon Lord is extremely confident, so he wants to see how long this Human Race Ling Tian can last, with one punch or two punches, but definitely not more than three punches. At that time, he may receive a little injury, but Ling Tian will definitely end up with no more power to fight back, and he can only be slaughtered at that time.

Although Divine Dragon's eighteen palms bursting power shocked him, it did not frighten him, and he still had full confidence in his heart.

With one punch, now facing the eighteen dragon shadows, instead of retreating, he exudes a breath and becomes more aggressive, press forward!

Countless warriors of the witch clan retreated beyond a thousand li, their eyes fixed on the field, and they didn't want to miss a bit.