Sword Master Ling Tian

boom!

boom!

With a violent crackling sound, Ling Tian's large scorpion was wrapped in the shadow of the holy dragon, and the Wanzhang scorpion was shocked by the ten ancestors.

The huge sound is like a loud bang in the sky, and the terrifying sound wave oscillates, and the impact sweeps through the wasteland. Wherever it passes, the mountains are cracked and turned into dust.

The earth, mountains and rivers, and even the void, seemed extremely fragile at this moment, crushed by Ling Tian's great regret, densely packed, and a terrifying hole was cracked from the sky.

Rumble!

Suddenly, under the force of a thousand jun, the ten suppressed ancestors shook wildly, like ten mountains were generally smashed from the sky above the sky, collapsed into the ground, and another layer of air waves set off.

puff!

And the top powerhouse of the ten princes instantly widened his eyes, his eyes revealed incredible meaning, and his face was pale, he opened his mouth, spouting a lot of blood, his body was like being hit by a holy dragon at the same time, like a cannonball. It shot out like a bang, and plunged deeply into the ground.

In the surrounding space, countless demon witch tribe soldiers screamed in horror, and their body flickered wildly. They only hated that they had lost a pair of wings and fled to the surrounding madly.

This dissipation and destruction energy tide is too strong, once their cultivation is involved, they will be completely wiped out instantly.

However, even if these witches escape quickly, the destruction energy spreads faster. The witches warriors who are closest to the battlefield have not had time to completely spread the look of horror on their faces, and the energy fluctuations have already spread from their bodies. Through.

Silently, the body of the martial artist of Wu Moguo for tens of thousands of days was directly torn to shreds, and even the soul was not able to escape even the slightest, completely dead.

The prestige of the Lingtian Sacred Dragon's Seven Luminaries is terrifying!

And that Terran! ?

The ten ancestors collapsed, and the princes of the ten directions were hit hard, so even the strong human race would inevitably be hit hard by the force of the counter shock.

The Heavenly Wu Demon Kingdom's army looked at the center of the storm, thinking like that.

However, before the storm was over, they saw a figure in the storm, holding a large scorpion, and rushed out.

This Terran Ling Tian looks all right!

This……

The warriors of the Demon Kingdom of Heaven were suddenly terrified.

Why can't even the princes of the ten directions conquer the sky?

"Leave it to me, the Lord of the Wu Devil Kingdom, and you will solve the rest!"

Ling Tian, ​​who rushed out of the storm, yelled loudly, carrying a big scorpion, and stab the Lord of the Heavenly Wu Demon Kingdom.

"Hehe, don't worry!"

Upon hearing this, the ancestor Ling Xiao and other powerful men also killed the fallen ten princes.

At this time, these princes had been hit hard, even Long Xuan Qin Mingyue and others could take it.

Not to mention, the tribal armies have an absolute advantage in terms of numbers.

However, watching the tribe army rise, Ling Tian came with the sword, Tian Wu Demon Lord was naturally furious.

This Ling Tian first severely injured his son, but now he wants to shoot himself!

How can this be tolerated?

He is the supreme master of the first demon kingdom of the Demon Witch Clan, and his combat power is overwhelming, and he is the ultimate in the world!

"Ling Tian, ​​you are looking for death by yourself!"

The Demon Lord Tianwu was furious, seemingly unintentional, but he blasted out a punch without warning, and the golden robe on his body stirred. Although the body of the demon witch was not manifested, the punch was still extremely terrifying!

Facing Ling Tian, ​​he had the intention of killing!

With one punch, the void collapsed, the earth shattered, and violent energy erupted from the hands of the demon Lord Tianwu, and the magic was unparalleled.

Under the shadow of a giant fist of thousands of feet, the sky and the sun are obscured.

A shot far surpassing Sanxian's peak combat power, powerful and powerful, far surpassing the imagination limit of ordinary warriors.

The hearts of countless warriors from the demon witch tribe around him fiercely jumped, and then their faces became pale, thinking of the scene where the human race Ling Tian had smashed the ten powerful princes and the supernatural power Yu Bosheng obliterated tens of thousands of warriors. Nowadays, Devil Wu is stronger. , Who dared to step forward and backed away in a hurry.

Ling Tian felt the huge power coming toward him, his calm complexion not only showed no sense of fear, but became more calm and indifferent, with dazzling divine light exuding in the dark eyes.

This day, Demon Lord Wu hasn't used his weapons even to this day.

Then he naturally didn't bother to use it.

"Candle Dragon Overlord Body!"

During the low drink, Long Yin revived in Ling Tian's body, and the blood was rioted and turned into a wave of energy, surging back and forth!

Ling Tian's candle dragon domineering body, at this time, once again climbed to its peak.

In terms of cultivation base, Ling Tian is completely incomparable with Demon Lord Tianwu.

But with the blessing of the God-level Candle Dragon Overlord Body, Ling Tian's potential is boundless.

The fire-red candle dragon breath riots in the sky, raging crazily, rolling endlessly and condensing into energy tides, tumbling mountains and seas, unparalleled in power, ups and downs, straight to the gathering of Lingtian, showing a crimson color, with endless dragon breath erupting from it.

The overlord body is condensed, the might of the candle dragon is strong and strong, and on Ling Tian's unicorn arm, there are also dragon shadows manifesting one by one, three, six, and nine!

Even, there are more than nine dragon shadows, and they are still being generated!

Before that, Ling Tian had given the old beggar to his Shenlong Eighteen Palms to the last level of enlightenment.

This last layer is the real power of fairy magic!

Today's Ling Tian is like a sacred dragon, straddling the heavens and the earth, although silent, but only a little breath is enough to completely shock the entire space. The dragon shadow formed by this overlord body has already surpassed three thousand feet, and its aura is even more terrifying than the clouded Heavenly Demon battle soul.

At the same time, the dragon shadow on Ling Tian Qilin's arm also skyrocketed to sixteen, blessed by Ling Tian Zhulong's breath, and the power of the superimposed eruption once again skyrocketed.

Facing the fierce punch of Demon Lord Wu that day, the momentum was regrettable, and he didn't let the wind down at all!

Suddenly raised his head, facing the blasting fist, watching it exuding power, Ling Tian sneered in his heart, without any fear, on the unicorn arm, when the shadow of the eighteenth dragon was condensed, Ling Tian directly lifted it. The hand, the eighteen palms of the dragon, carrying the power of destroying the sky and destroying the earth, slammed down.

Today, no one can stop him!

Facing Ling Tian's eighteen palms of the Shenlong, Demon Lord Tianwu was slightly startled, and then sneered again and again. The phantom of the eighteen palms of the Shenlong was powerful and incomparable, but his boxing skills were not bad!

Moreover, he saw that Ling Tian's ability to stimulate combat power like this was already at the limit, he didn't believe it, Ling Tian could still use it a few times!

Demon Lord Tian Wu was extremely confident, so he wanted to see how long this Human Race Ling Tian could hold on with one punch or two punches, but he would definitely not surpass three punches. At that time, he may suffer a little injury, but Ling Tian will definitely end up with no more power to fight back, and he will be the only one to kill.

Therefore, although the eruption of Shenlong's eighteen palms shocked him, he did not frighten him, and he still had full confidence in his heart.

With a punch, now facing the eighteen dragon shadows, instead of retreating, he exuded a breath and became more and more tyrannical, moving forward!

Countless warriors of the witch clan retreated thousands of miles away, their eyes fixed on the field, and they didn't want to miss a bit.