Sword Venerable Ling Tian

"Boy, are you waiting for a word with me?"

An Elder of the Sharanzong was furious and shouted sternly.

There are no younger generations who dare to be so disrespectful to the Shala Sect.

"Yes, what's the matter?"

Ling Tian slowly raised the regret cloud stick in his hand, and pointed at everyone in the Shaluo Sect. Array, do not hesitate to slaughter tens of thousands of innocent civilians, absorb the ghosts, everyone will be punishable!"

"What is Ling Tian going to do? Dare to say such things, do you want to irritate the Shalazong?"

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"This is broken, this kid not knowing the immensity of Heaven and Earth, supercilious, it's a pain, I wait!"

For a while, Ling Tian's words, let the room Some of Martial Artists complained that they did not fall.

Du Jinming, who had fled back from madness, looked even more hideous in the room. He wished Ling Tian would immediately provoke the Shaluo Sect to die without a burial site.

"It's really a courting death! Waiting for me to break this great array, I will smoke your soul so lightly, and let you suffer the pain of the soul torment!"

Zong Martial Artist was furious, if it weren't for a large array of barriers, they would have rushed forward and tore Ling Tian into pieces to relieve the hatred in the heart.

"The ignorant and fearless ghost is the most delicious. I want you to taste the fear, and then for me to use. Very good..."

There was no anger on his face, but rather arose.

However, his hands kept moving. The formation flag was slowly raised, so the technique was repeated, and he wanted to condense the ghost arrows again.

This Ling Tian's stranger ghost, he is going to make a decision!

"hmph! Everyone, I just asked you a trick, now, it should come to me!"

Ling Tian coldly snorted, in Dantian Qi Sea, above Dao Foundation, nine The color is shining, the vitality is steaming the sky and the sea, instantly setting off the stormy sea.

One hundred thousand sword shadows, gathered in an instant, condensed into the hidden dragon Sword Soul, reflecting the inside and outside.

At this moment, Ling Tian's clothes on the bow of the Yunzhou ship were agitated, and in that moment, the vitality exploded, and the imposing manner rose steadily.

A golden light shining seventy feet Sword Soul hangs upside down behind Ling Tian, ​​and the sword intent is vertical and horizontal.

Now, Ling Tian has raised the imposing manner to the extreme.

Just for the first battle!

"This child's breath is so weird!"

"haha, Grade 7 Martial Spirit, we should be happy!"

However, we have not yet waited for the Shala Sect Everyone laughed, but found that above the bow, that silhouette had already disappeared!

Did it run away?

A single thought flashed by in everyone's hearts, the next moment, they saw that the figure had already rushed out of the cloud boat and hovered in the air outside of them thousand zhang.

A pair of golden-bright and dazzling wings flapped behind them, dragging the figure carrying the golden stick.

The golden sword above his head is suspended, making him look like a golden war God for a time.

That figure, facing more than a hundred Demon Sect Martial Artists, really dared to come out of the cloud boat!

"Hehe, Orthodox Sect will show off appearance! Now that it comes out, let's draw his soul right away!"

In addition to Shangli, other Martial Sects Artists danced the magic flags in their hands to bring out the ghost Rakshasa summon.

"Hehe, these filthy things are useless to me!"

However, that figure once again surprised everyone.

There was a sudden tremor behind the golden wings, the figure suddenly blurred, the next moment, unexpectedly appeared outside the five hundred zhang, the golden stick in his hand was lifted, frantically gathering vitality.

The speed of the figure is simply appalling.

"Kill!"

Although I was shocked in my heart, but Demon Sect who has not experienced bloody battles, even though he was shocked at the speed of the figure, he still rushed forward.

Hundreds of ghosts, Rakshasa, are in front, fangs and dancing claws, even the powerhouse in the late stage of the soul, if it is annihilated, it will die instantly.

"Fall over the tiger and lower the dragon, break the illusion like nothing!"

"Give me ashes and smoke!"

The golden figure is one person and one stick, facing the ghost Rakshasa, The golden stick condensed vitality into the shape of Dragon-Tiger and crashed down.

Like a landslide.

If the sea is broken and shattered.

Between the Dragon-Tiger roars, a hundred ghosts, Rakshasa, screamed in terror and stopped in place. Before he could move, he was wiped out by the ashes of a stick!

The wind and wind are still there, Rakshasa is gone.

Between the whistling, everyone's hearts were terrifying and trembling in shock.

The technique of the ghost Rakshasa is the foundation of the Sharanzong sect. It is a twin of the Martial Artist and has the same battle strength.

In every fight, two opponents and one are the best.

But now, before that figure, equivalent to the ghost Rakshasa of Hundreds of Ningpa and Martial Artist, just like this, was blown away by a stick between Heaven and Earth!

A group of Martial Artists of Martial Artists were stunned. They were rampant in the west of Guizhou, and they had never encountered such a situation. How could the invincible ghost Rakshasa become so impossible to withstand a single blow ?

However, before they were surprised, it was all mouth spurt blood pouring out, imposing manner sluggish.

They all practiced the technique of the ghost Rakshasa since childhood.

Rakshasa were destroyed, and they were immediately backlashed. Even with the blessing of the big formation, the battle strength is still not as good as before.

"hehe, the stronger you are, the more I like it. Your ghost, I can't help but want to taste..."

Shang Li stands at the end, still each The minding their own business is condensed with ghost arrows. But seeing this, he stretched out his scarlet tongue and licked his pale lips, evil and terrifying.

In the Yunzhou, all Lingnan Martial Artists are staring at the window.

Ling Tian is strong, but apart from Martial Artist who experienced Tianhe Mountain, everyone else just heard about it from others.

Nowadays, seeing Ling Tian is once again with the power of one person, fighting against the group of enemies alone.

The power of that stick, the boldness of fear, made them completely convinced.

"Damn it, how can the Shaluo Sect be so unbearable, can't even a Ling Tian deal with it! "Du Jinming hit the window post with a punch, gnashing teeth.

Outside the cloud boat, hundreds of people of the Sala Zong looked towards that silhouette, flying slowly with the golden sticks in their hearts, frightened.

"Who the hell are you? Why does this stick seem to have the meaning of Buddha!"

An Elder in the late stage of contemplation grabbed his chest and asked.

"Remember, the one who killed you is me, Ling Tian!"

The word of heaven fell, Ling Tian had disappeared from the place again, and the next moment appeared before he spoke. In front of Elder of Shaluo Zong who asked, the golden stick in his hand crashed down. At such a close distance, it was inevitable to avoid Ling Tian's speed. Everyone only saw the brains burst, and then Elder fell from the air.

"Who the hell are you!?"

"How is it possible!"

"Sorry, Junior Brother, please help me quickly!"

The Martial Artists of the Martial Artists were terrified. There was no heart to fight again. They couldn't believe that in this big formation, some people were not oppressed by the Force of Great Formation, but their battle strength skyrocketed.

"Hehe, none of you can escape!"

Ling Tian sneered, the regret cloud stick lifted horizontally and swept across, and the tiger stick Second Layer, with great strength, moved forward Martial Artist, kill everything.

Even they failed to scream even a scream.

From Ling Tian out of the cloud boat, to killing the hundred people of the Shaluo Sect, but only three breaths, three sticks.

At the beginning, Ling Tian was able to fight against the late stage of Ningpu based on the cultivation base of the fountain. Now Ningpu, although not the power of a sword weapon, kills Human Race Ningpu, with no difficulty.

In the sky with the whistling wind, Ling Tian and you are far away.

The latter still condensed the ghost arrows indifferently, completely unaware of Ling Tian's strength, and now the arrows have condensed more than half.

Ling Tian slowly raised the golden stick of regret cloud in his hand, and the three Formation on top of it bloomed rays of light.

Pointing straight to the white robe figure in the distance, his voice is calm.

"Next, it's your turn!"