Sword Master Ling Tian

At the Ziyunzong resident, Xin Ziang frowned. He did not expect that Ling Tian would come back at this time, and he did not expect that the flying flame cloak he had once asked Bai Feiyun for was actually worn by Ling Tian!

Moreover, today's Ling weather situation is even more powerful than before!

"Bai Feiyun, Ling Tian!"

Xin Ziang's fists in his sleeves clenched, and his eyes were full of resentment.

Tianhe Mountain.

At the focus of everyone’s eyes, Ling Tian dropped a palm, grabbed the corpses of a dozen people, and flew to the resident of the Demon Dao Sect on the opposite side of Tianhe Mountain. With a wave of his hand, the dozen corpses fell on them. On the ground.

As if doing a trivial thing, Ling Tian stood there, facing the entire Demon Dao resident, without fear.

Looking ahead, the vitality envelops the sound, and he raises his sword and yells.

"Barbarian Crimson Blood, Thousand Demon Sect Situ Fan, Tian Shamen Li Wuxin, come out and die!"

The word ‘death’ fell, and the sound reverberated between the mountains and rivers, instantly covering the entire Tianhe Mountain battlefield. Whether it was the sect family on Tianhe Mountain or the demon camp on the opposite side, Ling Tian’s roar was clearly heard.

Immediately, they were all shocked.

"It's really arrogant."

When Xi Ruoxue heard the words, the figure flying by was also stagnant.

On Tianhe Mountain, everyone did not expect that Ling Tian not only did not stop, but instead called out before the Demon Dao camp!

And when he opened his mouth, he wanted to kill the enemy's three powerful late leaders!

Obviously, he didn't put the opposite side in his eyes at all.

"Where is a madman, who speaks madly, even if you dare to yell at me?!"

At this time, the magic road camp flew out a gloomy light and appeared not far from Ling Tian. It was a short figure and a withered old man in a large black robe. The whole person seemed to melt into the night, with only one pair of eyes exposed. , Shimmering slightly.

However, when he saw the numerous corpses on the ground, his face suddenly showed anger, glaring at Ling Tian.

"You killed my Thousand Demon Sect son?!"

The dozens of dead spring martial artists all came from the seven demon sects of the thousand demon sects, and they were all younger generations. They were the backbone of the thousand demon sects who had finally cultivated. They performed extremely well in the few days of battle, but Unexpectedly, they did not die on the battlefield.

But at this time, he was tortured and killed!

How could he not be angry.

Ling Tian scanned it coldly and found that the old man of the Thousand Demon Sect had only the initial cultivation base of Ning Po. Although it was not bad, he was not Situ Fan of the Thousand Demon Sect, and he was too lazy to talk nonsense with him.

"Let Situ Fan come out to die!"

The old man suddenly became furious, "Don't you know who I am? Little Piquan, dare to be presumptuous!"

But before he finished speaking, there was a flower in front of his eyes, a bright thunder light flashed, a crystal finger appeared out of thin air, lasing!

"Junior, dare you!"

Unexpectedly, Ling Tian shot so brazenly, and this martial art is so powerful!

When the old man was frightened, the black robe was also agitated, and his palms formed a demon shield in front of him.

The old man is extremely confident in this martial skill. The Thousand Demon Shield is the most powerful defensive martial skill of the Thousand Demon Sect, and few people at the same level can break it.

Even if the opponent's breath is weird, how can it be broken?

Hmph, when you run out of this trick, it is your death date!

It is indeed a great shame to be forced out of the Thousand Devil Shield by a junior!

However, as soon as this idea flashed, the old man suddenly noticed the abnormality!

For a while, the primordial qi in the entire space seemed to be sucked dry, showing a vacuum, and even breathing became extremely difficult.

And behind that finger, a whirlpool was generated, and the aura was madly inhaled, but the power of the finger itself skyrocketed!

The vitality condensed by the Thousand Demon Shield in front of him was torn over.

"What martial skill is this?"

Such a powerful aura is the mid-stage of the soul, but that's all!

Ling Tian's pure yang finger had already become **** close together at this time, and it was the second level of pure yang finger.

Not only the Zi Ting Fire was absorbed, but the surrounding aura was absorbed by it!

"Snapped!"

The sound exploded, extremely crisp, like a cracked silk, the thousand magic shield in front of the old man was directly cracked by the pure Yang finger, and the bright finger, as if it had not been affected at all, still clicked.

"How can it be?!"

The old man was terrified, and his heart was full of horror and regret.

If I knew that, what else would he pick up?

Instinctively turned around and fled, but the speed of Chun Yang Finger was so fast that it instantly swallowed the old man.

Even so, the Pure Yang Finger did not stop in the slightest, and the point fell before the Demon Dao camp and exploded suddenly, setting off the earth and rocks in the sky.

In the exclamation of everyone, the smoke and dust dispersed.

The powerful soul of the Thousand Demon Sect had disappeared out of thin air, leaving behind a huge crater as wide as several tens of meters in front of the Demon Dao camp, rising with scorched air.

"Who are you, I don't want to know!"

Thunder strikes to kill the strong soul, Ling Tian's tone is extremely domineering.

He is still not in the eyes of the strong in the early stage of Ning Po.

He just wanted to kill the three people who killed Lin Shan with his hands. The others were just air.

"Situ Fan, Thousand Demon Sect, if you don't come out again, I will kill all of your Thousand Demon Sect disciples and see when you shrink!?"

Ling Tian's voice was still billowing like thunder as he walked away mightily, the disdain and the will to kill in it were undoubtedly revealed that he was already hitting the face of Thousand Demon Sect.

In front of Tianhe Mountain, the barbarian army is no longer here, only the Thousand Demon Sect and the Tiansha Sect of the Demon Dao lead dozens of Demon Dao sects to fight here.

Situ Fan and Li Wuxin suddenly opened their eyes inside a huge tent in the center of the magic road camp.

They already knew when Ling Tian made a provocation for the first time, but who were they?

In the late stage of Ningpao, in Lingnan, they were all the people who called for the wind and the rain. This time they led the Demon Sect to battle, commanding thousands of people.

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How could it be easy to fight because a junior called the formation?

However, after Ling Tian used pure Yang to instantaneously kill the elder of the Thousand Demon Sect, Situ Fan also screamed in surprise.

That momentum is enough to make him face it!

And when Ling Tian called out for the second time in front of all the Lingnan Zhengmos, he, who had the late stage of the soul, couldn't help but get angry in his heart, suddenly got up, broke through the tent, and went straight to the sky.

Li Wuxin of Tianshamen was short in stature, dressed in a gray-white long-distance running, and his bright head was covered with snake shadow totems, which was very frightening.

At this moment, his little eyes rolled and flew up.

Several streamers rose from the ascent of the magic road camp and shot over.

The brilliance dissipated, and the five figures stood above the sky, facing Ling Tian away.

Three of them have the same costumes as the old men who died before, but their cultivation bases are below the middle stage of Ningpao, and only the two headed are vigorous and vigorous, and their momentum has reached the late stage of Ningpao!

One of them was dressed in a dark red robe, and a black and red tiger phantom behind him screamed up to the sky.

He didn't look middle-aged, his face was yellowish, his expression was gloomy, and he held a big sword rising from wildfire in his hand.

This person is Situ Fan of the Thousand Demon Sect!