Sword Master Ling Tian

"Fallen Abyss!?"

Yin Chong and the others chased after him, but found that Ling Tian had fallen into the abyss.

"How to do!?"

"The Depraved Abyss is a forbidden land. Even if my Zerg expert entered, I didn't come out alive."

"This Ling Tian must be dead."

Yin Chong frowned. If he had thought that Ling Tian had died before, but before Ling Tian had also been swallowed by the land of Cinder Destruction, he had come out alive.

Can this fallen abyss really kill Ling Tian?

But no matter what, he couldn't continue to hunt down.

No one has the courage to test the abyss of corruption.

What's more, now that the gate of rising immortals is about to open, the most important thing is to go to the seven immortal states.

But when Yin Chong turned around, he found the five immortal soldiers floating in front of the gate of ascending immortals, suddenly shaking.

The Long Yuan sword above its center suddenly manifested itself as a thunder dragon of thousands of feet, breaking free from the shackles of the gods of Fanjing, and then bursting to pieces amidst the roar.

The fragments of the sword's edge were like thunder, exploding everywhere.

Long Yuan Jian, blew himself up!

In the distance, the Yutiancheng warrior who watched this scene was shocked.

This sword once accompanied Ling Tian too much glory.

But now, is it disappearing in front of Shengxianmen like this?

However, as the Long Yuan Sword collapsed, Fan Jing, who tried to open the gate of ascending immortality, was furious.

Knowing why, the Longyuan Sword can clearly resonate with the immortal soldiers of the heavens, and the gate of ascending immortality is also loosening, but it has been unable to open it after a while.

Now, the Dragon Abyss Sword collapsed on its own.

Let his plan fall short.

"hateful!"

Fanjing's face was savage, as if there was endless anger in his heart, and there was nowhere to vent.

"Kill all the races for me!"

With a roar, Fanjing completely lost the indifferent color before.

"I am still late!"

But at this moment, from the other side's deep space, a voice suddenly sounded.

The voice was cold to the bone, but it was a bit familiar.

Not only that, everyone felt that a very cold temperature swept across, and even the emptiness where they passed was frozen.

"what!?"

Na Fanjing was furious, and looked in the direction of the sound, but found a frost spear, which suddenly pierced straight.

That big halberd was as big as tens of thousands of feet, crossing the void, bursting to the extreme.

The sharpness and supreme coercion carried on its Euphorbia is definitely not an ordinary Golden Immortal's shot.

But even though Fanjing's face was surprised, he never stepped back.

He folded his hands together, and the boundless light of the Buddha filled his back, and immediately in his hands, it condensed into a ‘swastika’ and was pushed out by him.

This palm print quickly soared to tens of thousands of feet, like a golden Buddhist mountain, smashed past.

Such a tyrannical immortal technique is far more tyrannical than that of Yin Chong.

Sure enough, this Brahma Jing hides the cultivation base.

Click!

But in spite of this, facing the Frost Euphorbia, the two magical powers shook each other, and the Buddhism mark was blown apart in an instant.

Not blocked!

"How can it be!?"

Fan Jing was embarrassed. He is now the cultivation base of the Golden Immortal. This seal is his strongest attack, which is enough to kill all the existence of the Golden Immortal in the early stage.

But was stabbed to pieces by this big halberd?

What an attack is this?

Could it be that it is a fairy king! ?

The top golden fairy can be the fairy king.

Although not as good as the immortal king, it will never be equal to the golden immortal.

But no matter how surprised Fanjing was, the big halberd came down with frost to the sky.

From afar, even on the Imperial City, you can see the terrifying spurge light.

Even more terrible than just a dozen golden immortals teamed up!

"How does this look like the halberd of Heaven's Sin!?"

On the imperial city, someone exclaimed.

Immediately, Murong Zining's expression also changed, and the voice just now really resembled his brother.

But can his brother perform such a terrifying attack?

Better than Ling Tian?

In the exclamation of everyone, the light of the ice halberd directly engulfed Fanjing.

The tyrannical energy surged, making him unable to control his body, and he was blasted down hundreds of miles away from the gate of ascending immortals.

Even the frosty air in that energy, even the Xian Yuan in his body, was freezing.

This is definitely comparable to Xianjun's combat power!

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and Fanjing roared, "Who is it!?"

"Human, Murong Ziyan!"

A silhouette of silver armor, bathed in the holy light of frost, descended in front of the gate of ascending immortals.

I saw this figure shrouded in light armor, frost swept across, the power of ice, frozen for thousands of miles.

Holding a big halberd in his hand, it is unparalleled in power, like an ancient fairy king.

"Human race!?"

Fanjing was frightened, what's the matter, why did this human race appear so many peerless evildoers one after another.

Moreover, even if it is a human race, it is absolutely impossible to have the combat power like a fairy prince!

"Hehe, the heavenly immortal soldiers of my human race can only be controlled by my human race!"

"When Ling Tian returns, all of this will be paid back by you!"

The Frost figure sneered, and immediately rolled his hand with four Celestial Immortal Soldiers and galloped away.

gone! ?

Fan Jing was even more puzzled at this time, this human race clearly possessed the power of the immortal monarch, and might even behead him.

But why, take the weapon and leave?

"Boy, you are really a person of great righteousness. If you absorb all the aura of the fairy that I left behind, it will make your cultivation level skyrocket again!"

"Now, it's gone, there are still some left, just enough to run away."

There was a voice in Murong Ziyan who was speeding.

"It doesn't matter, this is what I should do."

"Without Ling Tian, ​​there would be no me now. It's a pity that I'm still too late."

Murong Ziyan was as cold as frost, a trace of loss flashed across his face.

If it weren't for Ling Tian, ​​his heart would have died long ago.

Soon, Frost's figure descended on Yutian City.

"Flee at full speed and hide into the void!"

Murong Ziyan fell, and the divine light on his body was no longer.

The last scent of Emperor Han Yan Xianjun allowed Murong Ziyan to rush back to Yutian City in the shortest possible time.

Until Murong Ziyan came down for a while, everyone was still in shock.

The Murong Ziyan they once saw was so decadent and sloppy.

But now, this Murong Ziyan seems to have been reborn, a silver armor with white raging flames burning on it, and his cultivation level has reached the terrifying state of the fourth stage of the Heavenly Immortal Stage, not far from Ling Tian.

"Don't be stunned, Ling Tian won't die, he will definitely come back."

"During this period, we have to work hard to practice, otherwise, when we meet again, we can only look up to him."

Murong Ziyan scattered the Celestial Immortal Soldiers on the ground, then turned around and looked at the degenerate abyss glowing with purple light.

"Yes, he will definitely be back."

"quickly!"