Sword Master Ling Tian

"Ling Tian, ​​you dare to kill my tens of thousands of dark demons!"

"Wait, wait for my true body to leave, no matter how you are reborn, I will make you pay!"

Above the sky, the resentful voice of the profound demon rang out, and then, the huge and incomparably extinguished Falun tore through the void and disappeared in front of the Yutian Pass.

"Hehe, the clone is dead, you ran very fast."

"However, if you want to threaten me, you can't!"

Ling Tian snorted coldly, and his figure disappeared directly in front of the Yutian Pass.

Today's Ling Tian clone is not yet Emperor Wu.

But because Ling Tian comprehended all the ways and mastered the laws, he was comparable to Emperor Wu.

Crossing the void, the speed is extremely fast.

However, in one day, Ling Tian's clone traveled a million miles, before the first Nine-Ding Imperial Sky Formation.

At this time, dozens of male gates of the Dark Demon Race still stand.

On top of it, there are also warriors of the Dark Demon clan guarding.

They still don't know that at this time the tens of thousands of Dark Demon tribe's army has all been destroyed in front of Luoyang City.

Ling Tian stepped out of the void in one step, tens of thousands of feet, manifesting between heaven and earth.

Those dark demons above Xiongguan were dumbfounded when they watched Ling Tian's figure suddenly manifested.

Many of them are juniors, and I don't know who this figure is.

But the coercion seen by this ten thousand-foot figure made it difficult for them to breathe.

"Wu, Emperor Wu? Emperor Wu of the Human Race?"

Ling Tian's current breath is too much like Emperor Wu, and he is not an ordinary Emperor Wu strong.

The warriors of these dark demon races couldn't believe why such a powerful human race appeared on the territory already controlled by the dark demon race.

Ling Tian hovered above the sky, looking down at the male gates below.

The line of sight, gradually looked towards the depths of that Hua Xia Xianzhou.

His gaze seems to be able to cross millions of miles and land directly in the Profound Demon Emperor's Palace.

The Yunxing Sword was held high, and the sword intent of the mysterious sword began to condense.

"Xuanmo, this sword is the last battle book for you!"

"Next time, I don't need you to come to my Dahanxian Dynasty. My Dahan people will personally break the barrier and recover the Hua-Xia mountains and rivers that my people have lost!"

Ling Tian's figure fell, and the sword that poured into the world, swept out.

Sword Qi is unmatched, billowing like a tide.

Sword Qi swept along the ground, constantly skyrocketing.

Wherever he went, those Xiongguans collapsed one by one, and everything above them turned into dusty powder.

However, after more than a dozen breaths, Ling Tian's mysterious sword turned into a sword energy, and it fell to the giant of a thousand miles.

Moreover, it is still rising continuously, and its power is undiminished, sweeping toward the front.

On this day, the dark demons who were stationed above these male gates all discovered the billowing peak of Qilang Mountain, and when the peak of Qilang Mountain arrived in front of them, they discovered that this is not a mountain, but a sword. gas.

A sword energy with no end, like a sword cut by a god, there is no escape, it can only perish.

Dahan Capital City, Luoyang.

When Ling Tian returned, he didn't disturb the others.

Within the palace, there were only Ling Xiao'er and Qin Mingyue and other close people.

"Brother, what do you mean is that you actually have truly fallen?"

Ling Xiao'er knew what happened in Huangquan, and couldn't believe her ears.

"Yes, now, my breath is no longer under this heavenly path, it can be regarded as being reborn in another way."

"However, you can rest assured that with me, Human Race will still regain Hua Xia Xianzhou. No one wants to bully us."

"My sword at the border of the Dark Demon Race should keep the Dark Demon honest for a long time, but I smelled the breath of the Demon Venerable. There must be a connection between the Dark Demon Race and the Demon Venerable, and the Hao of the Celestial Race thousands of years ago. Emperor Tianwu killed Taiyi and wanted to get the origin of heaven and earth. Now that he knows that I am back, he will never stand by."

"Today I am still refining and refining the fire to break through the realm of Emperor Wu."

"When I become Emperor Wu, there will be no fear of me Ling Tian in this Haotian Realm."

"My clone will not leave Luoyang easily during this period. Everything outside depends on you."

"Xiao'er, your talent is the most terrifying among all the races I have ever seen. I hope that you can prove to become Emperor Wu before me."

"Dayan Tianxuan is good, I can help you melt and use it to prove Dao."

All the women heard that they were all slightly discolored. Unexpectedly, Ling Tian's evaluation of Ling Xiao'er was so high.

"I try my best."

Ling Xiaoer nodded.

"Well, don’t be surprised. This time I return to the Haotian Realm in this body. I can feel that the luck under these heavens has changed. Within ten years, many new martial emperors will appear in the seven states. , You all have a chance, and you must not slack off and underestimate it."

Standing in front of the imperial palace, Ling Tian looked at the Pagoda of Ten Thousand Ways outside Luoyang City, "Recovering Hua Xia may be just the beginning. Even if I unify the Haotian Realm, what we will face is the battle between the heavens and the thousand realms."

"The God Realm has been shattered for 30,000 years, and it should be rebuilt!"

Ling Tian bowed his head and suddenly took a deep breath.

Indeed, as Zhou Ehuang said before, becoming Emperor Wu is the beginning of Juntian's plan.

The God Realm must be rebuilt, the Demon Lord must be killed, and the identity of the owner of Mysterious Sword must be investigated.

Where are Jun Tian and others now, Ling Tian will also look for it.

All of this, the bottom line is Emperor Wu!

If he doesn't become Emperor Wu, he won't be able to leave the customs!

The warriors of the entire seven prefectures also learned about Ling Tian's sword at the border of 50 cities after a month of decisive battle at Yutian Pass.

It is said that that sword swept through seven days and seven nights.

The millions of miles deep in the hinterland of the Dark Demon Race gradually disappeared.

And on the ground that this sword swept across, all the Dark Demon Clan's cities and passes were all shattered, and even the mountains were wiped out.

Really razed to the ground.

The tyranny of this sword, unprecedented, completely shocked the warriors of all ethnic groups in the seven states.

There was a rumor that Ling Tian from the seven states had fallen.

But Ling Tian returned when the Great Han Dynasty was about to collapse, and with a powerful sword, he swept the Dark Demon Race millions of miles.

Countless dark demons died at the hands of Ling Tian.

Even Emperor Xuanmowu couldn't resist Ling Tian while holding the artifact.

This shocked the existence of the seven states decades ago, and is still continuing to write the legend.

However, after the Great Han Immortal Dynasty was rebuilt, the Terran Ling Tian did not show up.

In a blink of an eye, another decade has passed.

The Great Han Dynasty not only regained all the previously lost territory, but also advanced into the Hua-Xia Xianzhou where the Dark Demon Race is located.

Regained the mountains and rivers that the human race had lost thousands of years ago.

However, these are not the most talked about.

The major event that really happened in these ten years was the descendants of Tianjiao who succeeded in proving the Dao and became Emperor Wu.

Among them, the first Wudi of the human race in thousands of years is the most amazing.

Because this Emperor Wu is not Ling Tian, ​​who is famous in the world, nor is it Qin Mingyue, nor is it Ji Jiuyou who is carrying flowers on the other side, nor is it the goddess Jiuge.

It's Ling Xiao'er, the current Great Han Supervisor.

In the seventh year of Ling Tian's return, she used the Profound Sky Emperor Sword to prove the way, drawing the thunder of the nine thousand miles of emperor's calamity.

A sword is like an emperor's presence, squeezing thousands of miles, casting the emperor's golden body.