The Strongest Student in the City

As the cultivation level improves, the spiritual consciousness becomes more condensed and powerful.

Lin Tian's control over the Flying Sword Demon like Xiaotian became more and more handy.

As soon as the mind moved, the flying sword had already pierced through the air.

The astonishing pressure is like a wave, sweeping across here.

The billowing black fog rattles and retreats quickly.

The ghosts that grinned around were all screaming in panic, all shivering.

The demon Ru Xiaotian appeared for an instant, and the ghosts retreated!

On the opposite side, Old Tan and the three of them were holding the slashed soul-killing sword, and suddenly there was a moment of stagnation.

The huge sword god, followed by a buzzing tremor.

"It's Lin Shao's flying sword!"

Standing at the exit here, Dong Quansheng could already see the sword shadow roaring out in the air.

"Flying sword!"

Gui Zhenghao and Bao He, who were hiding in the corner, had their eyes rounded at this time, and their eyes almost fell out.

The sword light slid in the air and whirled slowly, and they could see the clues.

At this time, he finally saw the demon as Xiaotian, and screamed in fright.

Flying sword!

It can be controlled by mind and spirit, can kill the enemy in the air, and even have the potential to take the lead!

And its power is not comparable to an ordinary magic weapon.

Especially for things like these flying swords, none of the three super elders, even if they have, are low-level flying swords, they are not as easy to use as many ghost weapons.

They had only seen such a powerful magic weapon as Feijian once in the ancestors!

However, even the ghost weapon of the ancestors can fly in such a volley without such power and speed.

In comparison, it's too far, too far!

Opposite.

The three of Tan Lao and the others also stared, their eyes almost falling to the ground.

"Flying sword! You have a flying sword! The magic weapon flying sword you refined yourself, or the ancient flying sword?"

The three of them were stunned for a long while, and they took a deep breath of air, and they shouted together with fear and astonishment on their faces.

They are all flying swords, but they are still different.

Speaking of it, the real flying sword is actually a golden core monk or above, refining magic weapons by himself, using his own blood and cultivation base to nourish him, his mind is connected, and his power is terrifying.

Other flying swords are actually not called flying swords, at best they use special control techniques to control flying swords to kill the enemy.

The three of them could tell that the flying sword that Lin Tian sacrificed was definitely made by himself!

Otherwise, where is such speed and power?

"cut!"

Lin Tian ignored the shock and horror on the three people's faces, and shouted coldly at Feijian.

A demon like Xiaotian is like having spirituality.

The words just fell.

It rose against the storm and turned into a four or five meter long sword, whizzing towards the three of Lao Tan and away.

At this moment.

The coercion on the demon Ruxiao's sky has been terrifying several times.

At the whistling moment, it seemed to tear the void away.

"Two, do your best, otherwise I won't have a chance!"

Tan Lao's face changed suddenly, and he snarled at the other Chen Lao and Yu Lao.

Follow.

The hands of the three of them holding the soul-killing sword were like tides, rushing into the sword.

Booming~

The black soul-killing sword greeted the demon as Xiaotian unbiasedly.

The roaring sword is full of black fog, like a mad dragon soaring into the sky, almost suppressing the demon's Xiaotian aura.

Click~

The two swords quickly cut to one piece, and there was a crisp cracking sound.

The soul-killing sword in the hands of the three old men first showed a crack, and then broke apart.

Li Mang, who exploded above the demon Ruxiao, blasted the billowing black mist and ghosts to pieces.

The horrible aftermath followed and lifted the three of them out, their robes shattered, their bodies torn apart, and they were dripping with blood.

The three smashed to the ground together, vomiting a few bites of blood one after another.

At this time, the howling demon Ru Xiaotian was put away by Lin Tian, ​​and the soul whip in his hand burst out of the air, hitting the three dantians of Tan Lao.

The three of them cultivated in one body and vanished in no time.

They all let out a few screams and howled in pain on the ground.

But soon they stopped.

The three of them stared blankly at the broken wound in their dantian, as well as the sense of powerlessness all over, and their faces were suddenly slumped.

They both fell silent for each other.

Gui Zhenghao and Bao Hye, who were hiding in the corner, were also in confusion and panic.

The three old people of Tan actually lost!

"This...this...how could this happen? This is impossible! How could Mr. Tan and the others lose..."

Kei Masahiro shook his head repeatedly, shouting with horror and anxiety on his face.

Bao He exhaled fiercely.

He stood up hard.

But I found that my legs were shaking, and I couldn't stand up.

"This person... the three elders are not opponents together, they are stronger than the old ancestors! Could it be that they are cultivators of the Yuan Ying stage?"

Bao He swallowed hard, and sighed weakly: "I'm the ghost of Yin and Yang, is it destined to be exhausted?"

what!

More powerful than the boss team!

A monk in the Yuan Ying period?

Kei Zhenghao was clever all over, stood up in horror, panicked.

"Ah...I can't die..."

Kei Masahiro let out a scream and dashed towards the exit.

But now, he was injured, and without his cultivation base, he was a little stronger than ordinary people, so Dong Quansheng's neck was caught when he ran to the exit.

Bang~

Dong Quansheng threw Gui Zhenghao to Bao He's side, and said in a cold voice: "The dignified Yin-Yang Ghost Sect's first son is so afraid of death? Hehe...knowing that, why was so arrogant before? And Bao He, a wasteful old man Trusting you then, I secretly sent Guizhou to the old man! If it weren't for Lin Shao's relief of the curse, I might be under your control forever!"

"Let's first think about how you choose to die later!"

With that said, Dong Quansheng flew with a horizontal sword and stood firmly at the exit.

Now that Lin Tian hasn't spoken, he dare not deal with the two in private.

"Now you can understand how good my previous advice is?"

Lin Tian put away the soul-suppressing whip, calmly walked towards the three, and said with a faint smile.

"You... are you a monk Yuan Ying?"

Old Tan looked at Lin Tian stubbornly, his face depressed and unwilling.

Now, the gate of the Yin-Yang Ghost Sect may be crushed.

Even if Gui Chengling returned, it would not help.

All three of them could see that even Gui Chengling should not be Lin Tian's opponent.

"Hand over everything, I can give you a happy one! Otherwise... I will let you know what life is better than death! Even if I spend some mind and soul searching for you!"

Lin Tian showed an extremely cold and indifferent expression on his face, and said coldly: "But at that time, if you want to die, you may have extravagant hopes!"

Words fall.

He had secretly cast Soul Chaos on the three of them.

Hum~

The three of them only felt that their minds were tingling momentarily, and their souls trembled with the terrifying spiritism.

Ring ring ring ring~

But at this time, the phone ringing on Lin Tian broke the suffocating depression of death.

Is it the parent's phone number?

Lin Tian frowned lightly, doubting in his heart.

During this period of time, I haven't contacted my parents and sister for a long time, maybe it was their call.

But when he took out his mobile phone, Lin Tian found that it was a number without notes.

It’s just that his memory is amazing, he remembers this number, because this is his fiancee...no, it’s the phone number of his former fiancee Ji Xiaoyao.

What is she calling for?

Lin Tian hesitated slightly, wondering if he should pick it up.