Sword Master Ling Tian

"This palm is called the Thunder Tribulation Handprint. It is my comprehension from the seven thunders of the wind. Miss Luo Yan's palmprint is also very extraordinary. I understand a lot!"

Feng Jixing easily defeated Luo Yan, nodded slightly, and retired from the platform.

However, although he said that the clouds were light and windy, his last gaze was towards Ling Tian.

Obviously, he was provoking Ling Tian.

Although he did not choose to let Ling Tian come out to discuss the Tao, this time on Xiyue Peak, except for Ling Tian, ​​four of his team members had already been abused and defeated.

It is conceivable that this will have a great impact on morale.

Luo Yan stepped back from the platform, his face also not very good.

She never thought that Feng Jixing was still at this time, breaking through the cultivation base.

Otherwise, he wouldn't lose so quickly.

After the Lei Department, it was finally the turn of the final Penal Department.

And the master of the criminal ministry and the old man who had thought about it were not there, but Zhao Min and Luo Yan had already appeared on stage one after another, and the last remaining person was Ling Tian.

"Criminal Department disciple, come forward!"

Above the pavilion, Master Luo said lightly.

When he came this time, he actually wanted to see how many catties this guy who made Luo Yan never hesitate to break with his family.

An immortal country-level craftsman, who killed countless demon clan armies, was second in battle. Although Ling Tian had not yet reached the capital, his reputation had already spread.

But before Taishi Luo's voice fell, Yuan Fang and Song Yin who were opposite the Xing Department had already stood up.

Want to be on stage.

"My brother Yuan Qing is a holy land immortal monarch. Although he did not come, let me speak for the criminal ministry on his behalf!"

Yuan Fang said, he was about to take the stage.

However, the Ling Tian light and shadow before the Xing Department flashed, and he had already stepped onto the platform first.

"Get down."

Ling Tian's eyes narrowed slightly, the cold light was cold.

He is the real disciple of the Criminal Department, and even if Yuan Qing comes in person, he is not qualified to compete with him.

What's more, this Yuan Fang, what a thing! ?

"Ling Tian, ​​what do you mean!?"

But Yuan Fang still stood on the platform.

"My brother Yuan Qing is the Holy Land Immortal Lord of the Criminal Ministry. Now that the master of the Criminal Ministry is not there, everything should be done by my brother!"

"It's you who should roll off!"

"Moreover, you don't have to worry, someone will come to you to discuss the truth!"

Yuan Fang looked at Song Yin behind him.

The latter, groping for the guqin on his lap, slowly got up.

Ready to debut.

"Are you really a monkey! I've already said that your brother wants the position of the Holy Land Immortal Lord, let him come personally!"

"He is not qualified to fight for the Criminal Ministry, even more so for you!"

Ling Tian sneered.

"You are still provoking my brother's majesty and telling you that he will be back soon. When that happens, you are afraid that you don't even know how to die."

Yuan Fang was embarrassed, and a layer of steel-like aura was rolling on the black body like an iron tower, the coercion dissipated, and even the space was exploded.

Obviously, Yuan Fang is also a cultivating body, which is extremely rare in the Holy Land.

"Hehe, it's okay. Since you don't want to go down, then you don't have to go down. If you are a disciple of the Tubu, then I will talk to you."

"what can you do!?"

Ling Tian changed his mind. Since Yuan Fang is looking for abuse, he should be operated on first.

"I Yuan Fang's pair of iron fists is famous for Dawei, this time I also came to the Holy Land Immortal Monarch! You are not worthy of my brother's action, I can call you a man today!"

As the voice fell, Yuan Fang slammed his chest with both fists, humming like a giant ape.

Then, behind it, a huge figure stood upright.

That is a terrifying will of the Immortal Venerable!

Not only that, the dark iron light wafting from Yuan Fang's body has reached the peak, and his steel-like body has instantly doubled, making Yuan Fang look like a person from a distance, but he knows an ancient person. Great ape.

This is a beast!

"Horror, it turns out that Yuan Fang has grown to this point in the past three years!"

"Yes, many Tianjiao retreat in the holy land in principle, while the Yuan family brothers are practicing outside. The martial arts level of Wei is a level higher than that of Chu. This Yuan Fang can come back alive and indeed has a holy land that can challenge the Tube. The qualifications of Xianjun!"

Everyone looked at the Holy Land Immortal Monarch in the Tube together.

The latter was a bald monk, he just glanced at Yuan Fang faintly, then shook his head, and ignored it.

Tubu has always had no dispute with people, if anyone wants this holy land fairy king, just defeat him.

"Haha, Ling Tian, ​​you still have time to roll down now!"

Yuan Fang clenched his fists tightly and sneered.

"It's just a mere beast, fist, then see if you can block this punch!"

Ling Tian sneered, the scales of the blue dragon suddenly manifested, and then the blood of the blue dragon burst into the body. Under the blessing of the will of the **** of war in the sea of ​​Qi, Ling Tian punched straight and burst out directly.

Hum!

When Ling Tiansheng fell, the front of the fist was instantly condensed. Accompanied by the desolate voice of the dragon's roar, everyone saw a huge pale fist with a diameter of a thousand feet appearing in front of Ling Tian.

Moreover, at a terrifying speed, he rushed towards him.

Regretful **** fist!

Although the rank of this boxing technique is not as good as the Prajna palm, Ling Tian's immortal origin and bloodline power have been tempered to the extreme, and the Kantian God Fist that has been cultivated to the fullest, naturally has the power of regret!

With a punch, the sky is torn apart and everyone is shocked!

"what!?"

That Yuan Fang was even more shocked by the terrifying dragon clan's coercion in Ling Tian's body.

Ten percent of the original strength in the body can't even be displayed.

In desperation, he could only do his best, the giant ape-like phantom roared uncomfortably behind him, and a steel-like fist finally blasted out.

At this time, Ling Tian's Shentian Fist had arrived.

clang!

With a blast, sound waves accompanied by air waves cracked the precious and tough stone bricks on the platform.

Many Tianjiao disciples around, even unable to resist the air wave and storm, retreated again and again.

puff!

Bang!

After a few breaths, everyone seemed to hear a golden iron-like muffled sound in the storm, and a figure flew out of Xiyue Peak.

When the storm dissipated, everyone looked back on the platform, only to find that Ling Tian was still dressed in blue, calm and relaxed.

As if never moved.

And the breath of the blue dragon that had emerged at once had also disappeared.

Yuan Fang also disappeared together.

A punch, an instant.

Yuan Fang, who was like a fierce beast, was sent down to Xiyue Peak in this way! ?

Under the platform, Song Yin frowned slightly.

He knew Yuan Fang's physical strength.

Even in Dawei, it is of first-rate level.

But the blue dragon aura that Ling Tian had just picked up was extremely rare.

It seems that this person's hole cards are really quite a lot!