Sword Venerable Ling Tian

Huh!

Sword cultivator inside the mausoleum.

Ling Tian and Xiaoqing walk with swords.

The space in the mausoleum is very large, there are many tomb passages, and there are many undead entrenched in it.

These undead are the burials of the former sword cultivator.

Here they are transformed into undead, cultivated I don’t know how many tens of thousands of years.

They rely on absorbing the Heaven and Earth star essence cultivation in the starry sky, although the speed is very slow, but the most important thing is time.

So, these nearly endless undead, the battle strength of each one, are enough to match the ordinary quasi emperor.

Ling Tian and Xiaoqing one after the other, Yunxing Sword slashed continuously, these undead cannot stop Ling Tian from taking a step.

After one hour.

Ling Tian smashed a giant gate made of steel in front of him with a sword, and stepped into the main tomb of the mausoleum.

Until this time, Ling Tian saw the so-called Divine Race sword cultivator.

The tomb of Divine Race is different from that of Human Race.

They are not buried in a coffin, but copy everything they had in their lives.

At this time, the main chamber looks like a temple.

On both sides are the Divine Race sword attendants standing, and in the middle is a straight Shinto.

At the end of Shinto, there is a sacred throne.

On the throne, there is a Divine Race quasi-emperor sitting in the form of undead.

He is surging with the light of the green golden undead, but in his hand, he is holding a dazzling golden sword.

This golden sword is the weapon of genuine.

Moreover, the high casting technique and the superb quality of materials are rare in the world.

The quality of the Emperor Treasure is not much different.

However, what shocked Ling Tian's heart most is that he can still feel the Sword Soul in this golden sword to this day.

This is definitely Sword Soul cultivated for tens of thousands of years.

The power of its Sword Soul is even more terrifying than the Divine Race sword cultivator of the undead form.

"hehe, the sword intent one day ago, really is you!"

On the throne, the undead sword cultivator stood up holding the giant sword.

The gaze was stunned, looked towards Ling Tian, ​​but the gaze finally fell on the Yunxing Sword in Ling Tian's hands.

"Yes, not bad. It is a sword made of Yun Star God iron. No, this sword has a different hilt. It looks like...Divine Sword?"

"This Sword The Forging Technique belongs to my Divine Race. Now under the heavens, it should have been lost. How did you refine it?"

The face of the sword cultivator flashed a little astonishment. meaning.

"Hehe, it seems, I don't have to explain this to you, you are just a dead spirit!"

The sword edge in Ling Tian's hands hangs low.

The voice is cold.

"hahahaha, an undead!? What!? You, a trifling ninth rank Human Race junior, dare to mock our undead?"

"Tell you, Before I was alive, I was the sword cultivator of the famous player in Divine Race, my name is Gongsun Canglan!"

"Today, if you are good at breaking into my tomb, then you will definitely die!"

"You have a good sword in your hand, as for me to use!"

The sword cultivator gave a grin, and suddenly raised the golden giant sword in his hand and cut it down!

weng!

In an instant, the Sword Spirit burst out, transforming into a colorful golden tiger, hidden in the sword edge, and a sword fell.

This Divine Race sword cultivator is a heavy sword. When the sword edge comes out, momentum is big, power is deep, just like a tiger, Mount Tai is overwhelming.

"Divine Sword, guard against thunder, cut!"

Naturally, Ling Tian won't be able to hold it big, and the star sword in his hand blooms with ten thousand starlight, raising his hand, it is a sword cut past.

It is still Divine Sword Imperial True Thunder Art.

But with this sword, Ling Tian has no idea how many years have been cultivated.

clang!

There was an explosion. ,

Two sword light smashed in the great hall.

The entire great hall visible to naked eye began to collapse.

Under the regret of this level of powerhouse, trifling the tomb of the mountain gods cannot bear it.

deng deng!

But Ling Tian, ​​under this sword, took two steps back.

Sure enough, this undead sword cultivator has extraordinary battle strength. Not only is the strength extremely strong, the golden sword in his hand and the Sword Art displayed are also top-notch, no better than Ling Tian’s current Yunxing Sword and Divine Sword. Yu Lei is poor.

Even, the current rank of Divine Sword Yu Lei is not as good as the opponent.

However, the Divine Sword sword cultivator is also under this sword, backing again and again.

The throne behind him was shattered.

The giant sword in his hand keeps buzzing, and he holds the arm of the giant sword, and the light of the undead on it is shaking.

He is the body of the undead, and the fleshy body is not tyrannical.

That's why, under this sword, I retreat one after another.

So, after one move, this sword cultivator turned out to be a disadvantage.

"Damn it!"

The Divine Race sword cultivator finally realized the fierceness of Ling Tian. Such existence is definitely not the ordinary Heaven's Chosen.

"Which Immortal World are you from!?"

Ling Tian raised his sword and stepped forward, "he he he, it’s okay to tell you this, I’m from, Clear Sky World !"

"Clear Sky World!? No, this Divine Sword is a true thunder, it should be the unspread secret of the Great Desolate world, how could it fall into your hands."

"Wait, Clear Sky World!? Isn't it a descendant of which guy you are?"

The Divine Race sword cultivator seemed to think of something terrifying, and his face changed drastically.

"I remember, the hilt of this sword is owned by the guy who used to be."

"For more than ten thousand years, this sword has turned into a god again. Tomb!"

"Who are you talking about! Tell me, I will make your death easier." Ling Tian raised the Yunxing sword and pointed directly at the undead.

It seems that this guy recognizes the owner of Stellar Sword.

Ling Tian knows that he and the owner of this sword are inextricably linked.

But all the guides, including Liuyao and the others, just don't talk about it.

He wants to solve this secret by himself.

"Don't you know it yourself!?"

However, the sword cultivator startled, and immediately said with a sneer: "Naturally, I don't have to tell you."

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"It's okay, since you are his descendants, you naturally have the inheritance of that guy. It's really a godsend to my Gongsun Canglan. After more than ten thousand years, I finally hope to get out of this god's tomb!"

"hahaha!"

The sword cultivator suddenly laughed like crazy, and then his eyes were biting, looked towards Ling Tian, ​​"Swordsman, it’s time to use you, let’s go together, Kill him for me!"

His voice fell, and the swordsman who had stood there in the great hall suddenly opened his eyes, and there was a surge of weather in his body, comparable to an ordinary quasi emperor, moved towards Ling Tian is to kill with a sword.

The battle strength of these sword attendants is much stronger than the undead in the tomb passage before, and there are many such sword attendants in the great hall.

With such a strong battle strength, even Ling Tian is not easy to deal with.

"hmph, a group of dirty things should all turn into dust!"

Xiaoqing has been standing behind Ling Tian, ​​looking at the besieging swordsman, Suddenly furious, the fierce and unafraid of death turned into an azure glow and slammed into the swordsman.

For a time, the sound of sword blades shattered one after another.

The sword attendant has Xiaoqing blocking him, and Ling Tian sword light flashed, taking the Divine Race sword cultivator straight away.

"Don't say it yet!?"

Ka-cha said, the blade was regretful, Ling Tian raised the sword and stepped forward, and the sword cultivator was shaken back again.

"hmph, don't be mad, in my tomb, you can't fight me!"

Divine Race sword cultivator with a grinning smile, although Ling Tian is tyrannical, but in a short time, It cannot be beheaded.

But there are a lot of swordsmen in the hall, and when the Monster Race is destroyed, like Ling Tian, ​​they will still die.

"Big brother, I'm here!"

At this moment, a large palm that turned into a powerful righteousness fell in the great hall, and slapped a dozen swords. At that time, Tian Xiao unfolded the white jade fan and appeared behind Xiaoqing.

"Be careful!"

However, before the day of the screaming to be handsome, the dozens swordman raised the giant sword in his hand and tried to chop it down.

"I rely on, why so much!"

Tian Xiao was also dumbfounded.

There are no one thousand swordsmen in this temple, but eight hundred!

"peng peng peng!"

Seeing that Tian Xiao was about to be swallowed, at this time, a burst of purple arrows burst out from the tomb passage, and the Tian Xiao The sword attendants around Xiaoqing were all nailed to death.

Concubine Yu Zi, who was enveloped in the flames of the emperor, appeared in front of the great hall with a long bow in her hand.