Sword Master Ling Tian

There were only two days left before the valley was closed, and the disciples of the sect family began to march towards the central mountain range. On the top of a bowl-shaped mountain peak, billowing heat flowed up into the sky, and within the mountain pass, there was a flame of fire, like a Tianchi condensed by flames.

However, just above such a bad pool of fire, there seemed to be a person sitting cross-legged on a rock in the center. Not only was he not afraid of the flames burning, but the flames continued to condense toward him as if being drawn. .

Behind this person, there is a red firebird phantom, wrapping him, looming.

"Oh, time has come so soon."

At this time, a sigh came from the phantom, and then the firebird phantom was directly shaken away, revealing one of the resolute men with a ruddy complexion and wearing a flaming gown. He glanced at the fire pool under his feet, regretting Whispered: "It's a pity, it's hard to find such a lung fire pool. If you give me another half a month, I can evolve the flamingo to the sixth rank in one fell swoop!"

"Fine, go out first!" He looked at the red mountain peak in the sky and smiled slightly: "Hehe, this time I will let you fight to death and death. When my Ji Lie has the sixth-rank Blazing Martial Spirit, my Flame Pavilion I won't look at you waiting for a wink again!"

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"You, are you stopping me waiting for my way?"

Zhang Taichong, grandson and grandson of the Zhang family in Lingnan, led the dozens of Zhang family children behind him, coldly looking at the figure carrying a silver stick and leaning on the tree.

Although the breath exuding from the other party was only in the early stage of Piquan, Zhang Taichong felt inexplicably jealous.

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"Hehe, don't care who I am, leave the ghost face flower in your hand! I will let all of you go!"

The figure lifted the sallow face, curled the corners of his mouth and smiled faintly, seeming to be laughing.

"Ghost face flower?"

Before Zhang Taichong could get angry, he was replaced by surprise. His Zhang family was not as powerful as the Du family, but he was able to rank in the top three in Lingnan. Now that there are so many others, they definitely won't be threatened single-handedly. Otherwise, how will he face?

But Ling Tian actually asked for the ghost face flower directly, so he had to be surprised!

Because at this time, in his storage ring, there is really a third-class elixir ghost face flower!

But how did the other party know?

"That's right, don't say I bully you, in addition to the ghost face flower, you have a pure heart bamboo in your hand. I will keep one for you."

Upon hearing this, the Zhang family's children opened their eyes full of anger, and the sentiment was agitated. They waited for Zhang Taichong's order and rushed to kill Ling Tian on the spot.

Just when Zhang Taichong was hesitant to make a decision, a loud laugh came from the direction behind Ling Tian.

"Hahaha! Zhang Taichong, just like you, the Zhang family will be waste in a hundred years!"

Swish.

After the words, the three figures flew up in the shape of a character, and when they stood still, everyone found that all three of them were wearing black soft armor, and their cultivation levels were also in the late stage of Piquan.

The three of them are indeed Du Family Martial Artists!

The head of the person, with mocking eyes retracted from Zhang Taichong, looked at Ling Tian with a cold face, and said with disdain: "Boy, this Wuhuigu doesn't allow you to go wild, leave the storage bag and the stick, and roll, otherwise. .."

Before the Du family warrior could finish his cruel words, Ling Tian glanced at it sternly, and the God Splitting Sword shot past in an instant!

"what!"

There was a scream of horror, his eyes were instantly red, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. In his horrified eyes, the silver stick on Ling Tian's shoulder crashed down!

"boom!"

The majestic air current of the trembling stick carrier was like a tens of meters in size. Under the huge force, the Nadu family warrior was smashed into the ground and killed in an instant.

Bang bang!

Ling Tian rushed forward, one to the left and one to the right, with sticks tumbling like a silver dragon. The two Du family martial artists who stood still were also flew out by Ling Tian and fell to the ground, losing their breath.

"Ghost face flower for me! Otherwise, die!"

From Ling Tian's shot to standing with the stick, just three breaths!

"What a powerful force..."

Zhang Taichong's heart throbbed, completely caught by Ling Tian's aura, he immediately took out a dark elixir flower from the ring and threw it over.

"Humph."

Ling Tian put the ghost face flower and the storage bag of the Du family's children into his hands, snorted coldly, and shook his body, then rushed to the top of the tree and went away.

Behind him, the group of Zhang family children who were still angry just now, their eyes were full of horror, no one dared to step forward to intercept them, and after a while, they followed Zhang Taichong and left in a hurry.

Above the dense forest.

While flying by, Ling Tian couldn't help showing a smile. Along the way, while he was on the road, under the guidance of Tao Yaoyao, he intercepted five third-class elixir, all of which were obtained from aristocratic families.

Among them, there are those who are not long-eyed, trying to bully Tianxiu's weak base, but they are all killed by Ling Tian's Zhenyue stick. Although there is no martial skill, the Zhenyue stick is a pseudo-spirit weapon. It is extremely powerful under the blessing of the giant force formation. When equipped with the God of Splitting Sword, the tyrannical force burst out in an instant, waiting for the late stage of the free spring, it is impossible to stop it!

If there were too many people on the other side, Ling Tian would simply hit the pure Yang finger to send it, and the surroundings would be quiet.

Today, Ling Tian has as many as 20 third-class elixir in his hands. If the golden sunflower seeds are not exposed, Ling Tian is naturally unwilling to take them out.

Half a day later.

On the way, Ling Tian frowned slightly, he sensed a few familiar auras, it was the Ziyunzong disciple.

The same disciple couldn't leave it alone, Ling Tian rushed into the dense forest and galloped in the direction of that breath.

But for a moment, Ling Tian stopped at the top of a mountain cliff, and underneath was an open field. At this time, five Baicao Peak female disciples blood-stained skirts, fleeing with their swords in anger, and no one behind them Far away, a strong man with a blood-stained broadsword in his hand chased him.

"Aster, go and haunt her!"

Xiao Chuchen, who fled in the forefront, saw that there was a cliff in front of Baizhang. He immediately turned around and sent it out with a palm. It was caught in the middle of Aster's chest. Unexpectedly, the figure of Aster was left behind, while the four daughters of Xiao Chuchen took the opportunity to face the cliff. Climbing.

"Hehe, is this the style of the core disciple of Ziyun Sect? It really opened my eyes!"

Tianshuimen Yan Wuji sneered after seeing this aster, "You are a bit courageous, but you have to die. But don't worry, they can't escape my palms, they will come to accompany you soon!"

Yan Wuji's gloomy voice fell, and an aqua cyclone crazily swayed above the broad sword in his hand, and the aura of the peak in the late stage of the spring burst suddenly.

"Wow!"

"Slash by the waves!"

A bloodthirsty red glow surged in Yan Wuji's eyes, and the vitality condensed from the broad sword in his hand was like a huge wave, and he was about to cut down on the aster.

Let Aster instantly despair, and fell to the ground.

At this time, she was still in the early stage of Piquan, no matter what, she couldn't hold Yan Wuji's sword power.

"Brother Lingtian, only the afterlife will reward you..." Aster was not afraid, but closed his eyes, two lines of tears flowed down his cheeks.

"Chang!"

But at this moment, a silver light plummeted down from the sky, and a stern sound hit the giant sword in Yan Wuji's hand. Juli asked him to repay the future and send it out, but he was stillborn and died.

A blue-shirted warrior fell gracefully from above the cliff and stood in front of Zi Kan.

Yan Wuji, who was shaken back more than a dozen steps, showed a hideous look on his face, and shouted in a low voice, "Who are you?!"

He knew very well about his slashing waves, but at this moment, his hands holding the sword trembled, and the power from the silver rod was too great!

"Boy, it's a big deal for me, you are looking for death!"

The green shirt warrior raised his eyes slightly, glanced at Yan Wuji faintly, but ignored it, took the silver stick that had fallen from the sky in his hand, and slammed to the ground.

Yan Wuji was startled, and then his eyes filled with fury. He didn't expect that a warrior in the early days of Piquan with a sharp weapon in his hand would dare to despise him in such a way.

Feeling the strange color in the eyes of the people of Ziyun Sect behind that figure, the anger in Yan Wuji's heart could no longer be suppressed, and it was about to explode.

"You, are you deaf!"

Holding the Zhenyue stick, Ling Tian shook his head, as if he didn't really hear Yan Wuji's words, then turned around and picked up the aster behind him from the ground.

"you wanna die!"

Even if he was a little jealous of being beaten in the face, Yan Wuji broke out completely at this time, yelled, the color of the broad sword in his hand flashed, and he slashed towards Ling Tian's back while slashing waves and whistling. drop.

Compared to just now, the momentum of this sword is even more tyrannical. If you are a warrior in the early stage of waiting for the free spring, even if you have the best weapon in hand, you will definitely not be able to take it safely! If you don't die, you must be seriously injured.

"Be careful!" Aster exclaimed.

On the cliffs of the cliff, Xiao Chuchen's daughters, instead of showing any sympathy, showed a hint of mockery. In their eyes, Ling Tian was a complete fool, a weak warrior in the early stage of Piquan. Provoking Yan Wuji? !

It is simply irresponsible and seeking a dead end.

But when Yan Wuji's wave-by-waves slashed and whizzed, the blue-shirted warrior who they regarded as a mortal man raised his hand in an instant, one point fell back, and the storm was raging!

As soon as I pointed out that the thunder and fire broke out, everyone's color changed!