Sword Master Ling Tian

There was no fluctuation in this gaze, perhaps just a casual look from the other party.

However, Ling Tian felt the indifference and coldness in his gaze, a condescending look down, filled with terrifying power, and easily locked himself in. Under this gaze, Ling Tian felt an unprecedented oppression. , The cold sweat shed instantly.

What a strong momentum!

Ling Tian was instantly suppressed by the opponent's momentum. Above the Dantian Qi Sea, the thousands of scattered sword shadows shook violently, and the surge of sword intent directly broke through the oppression, condensed his gaze, and looked at the owner of that gaze.

It was a man in a silver-patterned white gown, sitting cross-legged among all the Inner Sect children, with a white jade sword on his knees.

The man's face is like a crown of jade, his eyes are like stars, and his temperament is extraordinary. Under the shining of the sky, he seems to exude a faint aura, extraordinary and extraordinary. It is many times stronger than the outside leader Li Xiao!

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But then, the man turned aside his gaze, and one action made Ling Tian immediately fly a touch of ruthless coldness in his eyes.

The man stretched out his hand to signal to Liu Yiyi, who hesitated for a moment, and finally sat on a seat next to the man.

At this moment, a jar in Ling Tian's heart was overturned!

"Ninety-eight arena, the last match, Ling Tian vs. Xin Menghu!"

Without waiting for Ling Tian to think about it, the game was about to start.

Xin Menghu laughed, his feet shook suddenly, the stone slab cracked, but the others had already flown into the ring.

Landed bang, like a tiger, with a compelling momentum.

"Ling Tian, ​​you are over for today!"

The outer disciples in the audience were shocked when they saw Xin Menghu who was on stage. Many disciples who were watching the battle in other arenas gathered around and talked a lot.

"Here is a good show. Xin Menghu defeated Senior Brother Zhang, who was the tenth on the Billboard in the challenge three months ago, with great momentum!"

"I heard that Xin Menghu's Qingyan fist has been practiced to almost the realm of Dacheng, and the fist breaks the boulder!"

The buzzing sound is constant, but most of them are optimistic about Xin Menghu.

On the stage, when Xin Menghu saw Ling Tian lingering, thinking that he was horrified by his aura, he smiled and said in a low voice: "To tell you the truth, the arrangements for this competition were all arranged by Wang Ning. Just want you to die! Despise the young master of the Xin family, you and your family must atone for it, enjoy the pain that follows, I will smash your cheap bones one by one..."

Wang Ning was also fierce in the audience at this time, "Xin Menghu, kill him for me, I will kill him!"

"Only you?"

"Move my family, everyone will die!"

Long You Ni Lin, you will be angry if you touch it.

And family members are Ling Tian's Ni Lin.

When Ling Tian's voice fell, he suddenly accelerated and rushed towards Xin Menghu.

"court death!"

Xin Menghu roared, his pupils were blood-red, his hands shook, the cyclone condensed, and he greeted him with a fist.

The horrible thing is that Xin Menghu's fists are cyan, with rock-like edges and corners, which look like a pair of rock-carved fists!

"What a powerful middle-grade Qingyan fist, it has become infinitely close to being a master!"

"Fist Qi is condensed stone, Xin Menghu's realm has reached the point where the pure body has eightfold strength to qi!"

In the audience, quite a few elders from outside sects even came to watch the battle. They were even more amazed at Xin Menghu's cultivation base. You must know that in the list three months ago, Cui Ti Bazhong was already in the top five!

Lin Shan was also a little worried when he heard it. Looking at the stage, worry flashed across his eyes.

"Uncle Lin, will my brother be okay?" Ling Qiu'er asked worriedly.

"No, you have to believe your brother, he is very strong..." Lin Shan comforted.

Wang Ning stepped out of the crowd, looked at Qin Yue'e and Ling Qiu'er, and said terribly: "Qiang? When he is beaten to death by Xin Menghu on stage, you will be the next one!"

The eightfold of Cui Ti is like a watershed, and there is no small gap between it and the sevenfold. Being suppressed is inevitable.

The two on the stage had already collided with each other. What was extremely surprising was that Ling Tian still didn't use a sword in the face of the extremely powerful Qingyan Fist, and it was also an ordinary punch.

The disciples in the audience shook their heads, don't go too far, don't want to see the miserable situation Ling Tian is about to become.

Lin Shan and others were nervous, staring at them for an instant.

Wang Ning chuckled, his face was vindicated, his face turned hideously twisted, like a madman.

Bang!

But at this moment, the fists intersected on the stage, and there was a blast. Then, he saw Xin Menghu's screaming and howling, and he flew out directly.

The Qingyan phantom of his fists was gone, and his palm shattered, breaking into a terrifying look.

Before Xin Menghu landed, Ling Tian was full of turbulence, running like the wind bullying him up, five heavy punches in a row, blasting down on Xin Menghu's chest.

With a bang, Xin Menghu was already soft and motionless like mud.

"What?! This, this is impossible!" Wang Ning was silly, with a dull expression in disbelief.

The outer disciples surrounded him, only to find that Xin Menghu had no breath.

"Xin Menghu is dead!"

"The eight-fold master of Cuitai was beaten to death by Ling Tianchao!"

Xin Menghu's chest collapsed, and his internal organs were cracked into dregs. His angry eyes widened, and he was shocked to death.

"hiss!"

Suddenly, there was a gasp around the ring.

Everyone turned their gazes to the figure on the stage, whose momentum soared, standing like a sword.

"Brother Ling's boxing skills are... so strong?"

"Ling Tian's energy is released, and the ease of sending and receiving is already the pinnacle of the eight layers of the pure body. It is not impossible to hit Xin Tiger with one punch!"

A master said immediately.

"Ultra Body Eightfold! Still the pinnacle..."

All the disciples were even more astonished. They secretly asked what kind of monster Ling Tian was. It seemed that his goal was not just the top spot, but the top spot!

"Brother in the surveillance room, can you decide the result?" Ling Tian said lightly on the stage.

The disciples in the prison were stunned. Ling Tianyi said that he cleared his throat and announced loudly: "Zongmen Grand Competition, regardless of life or death, Ling Tian defeated Xin Menghu and entered the ranking!"

Ling Tian finally succeeded in the first step!

Twenty-four consecutive victories!

Intrepid, like Xin Menghu, still failed to reach Ling Tian's second move, let alone let him draw his sword.

On the high platform in the distance, Xin Ziang, who was talking and laughing with a group of insiders, condensed suddenly, looked down at the martial arts arena below like an ant, and asked indifferently: "Who is the one who killed my slave?"

"Senior Brother Xin, I heard that this kid is called Ling Tian. He has won twenty-four consecutive victories above the Grand Competition. He is very strong..." Behind him, an inner disciple leaned forward and whispered.

"Very strong?" Xin Ziang retracted his gaze, rubbed his fingers, and said lightly: "But I'm going to die..."

To put it lightly, it seems to be sentenced to the life and death of a cat or dog.

"Senior Brother Xin, it doesn't matter whether you live or die, there is no need for you to hold your hate?" Liu Yiyi suddenly spoke with Xin Zi leaning on his side.

A suspicion flashed across Xin Ziang Junlang's face, and he looked at Liu Yiyi: "Are you... are you pleading for him?"

However, before Liu Yiyi could answer, Xin Ziang had already retracted his gaze and closed his eyes slightly, "He is not qualified to be worthy of my memory, but I don't want to see him..."