Sword Master Ling Tian

"who are you!?"

Zhao Zong knelt on the ground, with blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, staring at Ling Tian and asking.

"My name is taboo, you don't deserve to know it!"

Ling Tian was condescending, looking down at Zhao Zong with contempt in his eyes.

This class of warriors at the top of the golden body, in his eyes, are weak, just like ants.

"It's ridiculous, why, do you really think that if you are a great master of Faxiang, you can ignore my Zhao family?"

"If I guessed correctly, you are not a Jizhou warrior!?"

"Tell you, if I leave now, I don't care about my business, I don't need to pursue it."

"If not, even if you are a great master of Faxiang, today, you will not escape death!"

"You have offended my Zhao family, you are the power of the soul, and you can't eat it!"

Zhao Zong's eyes were blood red, and although he was frightened, he still said viciously.

He didn't believe it, Ling Tian knew about the power of the Zhao family and dared to do something with him.

"Hmph, it's a big tone, there are so many people who want to kill me, what are you."

"It seems that you want to die so much, so if I keep you, then I am really sorry for you."

Ling Tian smiled back in anger, flashing the fire in his hand, and blasted directly at Zhao Zong.

"Hmph, you are so brave, if you do, you will definitely not be able to go!"

At this moment, from between the mountains in the distance, a general trend suddenly rises. That general trend is carrying a strong vitality and pressure, and it is trying to break the mountains and rivers, and the wind will suddenly rise and sweep over.

"Faxiang breath, a great master of Faxiang!"

"This is worshipped by the Great Master of the Zhao Family of Zhao Cheng!"

"This is over!"

Feeling this breath, all the disciples of Mengshan Sect turned pale.

The Zhao family even brought the Great Master of Faxiang, so he took over Young Master Huo, and the rest would still be enough to step down on the Mengshan Sect.

Zhao Zong is also grinning.

Looking at the big hand that Ling Tian grabbed, he was not afraid that the other party would actually make a move.

However, the great master of Faxiang had just taken up his momentum, and when he hadn't even come close, Ling Tian's big hands had already fallen without stagnation.

boom!

The mountains shook and the rocks fluttered.

A big handprint immediately swallowed that Zhao Zong.

And the breath of the latter, in this moment, disappeared without a trace.

This scene not only stunned the thousands of masters of the Zhao family, but even the disciple of the Mengshan Sect was shocked to speak.

Arrogant and domineering, the Patriarch of Zhao Cheng Zhao's family, who has no royal court, is that way, dead?

This Ling Tian is really just like that, ignoring the worship of the great master of the Zhao family.

For a moment, except for the grand master's aura that stirred the wind and thunder, the silence in front of the Mengshan Sect Mountain was terrible.

Those Zhao family warriors stood there, dumbfounded.

They have been rampant in Jizhou for so many years, and for the first time, they were so indifferent to them, and the family owner was wiped out.

"Damn it, in front of the old man, you dare to commit murder. Today, no one can save you!"

Ling Tian raised his hand and killed Zhao Zong, making you the Great Master of Faxiang, angry to the sky.

Carrying the storm, it fell in front of the Mengshan Sect, the smoke dissipated, and from it, a white-haired old man in a cobalt blue robe walked out.

The old man held a wood-colored long sword in his hand and glared at Ling Tian.

"Shuzi dare, you dare to offend the Zhao family! Now, you can catch it with your hands, and maybe you can leave a whole body, otherwise, the old man will definitely let you break it into pieces!"

The old man pointed at Ling Tian and shouted.

When he arrived in front of Ling Tian, ​​he swept over the shameless warrior with his spiritual thoughts. Although on the surface his cultivation was only the peak of the late golden body, he gave him a deep feeling that was impenetrable.

And the coercion that broke out from this person's instant shot just now made him a little jealous.

Therefore, this has never directly killed Ling Tian.

"Are you finished? If you don't make a move, it's me!"

However, Ling Tian was too lazy to be inked with each other.

"Is this talking to the old man? Well, today, I will see how much you can do!"

"I'll take this madman, wait, kill the Mengshan Sect for me, kill!"

The old man waved his hand, and the Zhao family master, who had reacted by the thousands behind him, rushed up again with his weapon.

And the old man also shook his sword, directly condensing a thousand zhang sword energy, and fell towards Ling Tian!

This sword, let alone whether Ling Tian can take it, even the aftermath, is not something that the people of Mengshan Sect behind Ling Tian can bear.

This sword, with the breath of wind and thunder, looked like a sword that broke the sky.

Let Na Mengda and others face ashes in an instant.

Even, even if it moves, it can't move.

It's all suppressed.

Now, I can only wait to die.

Or, that figure can turn the tide.

But is it really okay?

"Hehe, ridiculously weak!"

"In front of me, playing with wind and thunder?"

However, Ling Tian, ​​who was locked by Jian Qi, had his mouth curled up.

For a while, the flat ground directly violent the endless vitality coercion, and lifted the sky.

The huge vitality, like a stormy sea, bursts out of the bank!

boom!

Bang!

With a shocking explosion, the Qianzhang Jianqi that had not yet fallen was directly defeated by Ling Tian!

The shock wave from the explosion was all swept back by Ling Tian's breath.

Poor those Zhao family martial artists were crushed directly by the shock wave before they have reached this day.

In an instant, thousands of masters of the Zhao family screamed screamingly, **** fog filled, stumped limbs, and scattered all over the mountain.

One move is just one move.

These are either golden bodies or warriors in the soul realm, nine out of ten deaths!

It was terrible, in front of the great master of Faxiang, the golden body warrior was no different from the ants.

"How could this happen, you...who the **** are you and where are you from!?"

The old man watched his sword qi being smashed into pieces, and he was immediately terrified.

The arrogant young man in front of him was really too terrifying in strength.

Even facing the Great Master Zhao Jiafaxiang in the Eight Great Cities, he had never felt this way.

"You don't deserve to know!"

"Jizhou is in the midst of a war. You don't want to go to battle and kill the enemy, but you still bully the weak and weak of the human race. To live is a shame to me and the soldiers of the Southern Tang Dynasty. Let me apologize with death!"

When the voice fell, Ling Tian raised his big hand like a dragon's claw, boundless vitality rolled, condensing at an extremely fast speed, a large vitality hand stuck out, ignoring any struggle of the old man, and then grabbed it in his hand.

"Let go, let me go!"

Feeling the boundless strength of the vitality, I screamed in panic, but I just couldn't get rid of it.

"Huh, it's not a pity to die!"

Along with Ling Tian's cold voice, there was an explosion, and the big hand suddenly clenched, and a cloud of blood mist collapsed.

In the air, it looked like a weird flower made of blood.

Grand Master Faxiang, just like this, Ling Tian was directly gripped to death.