Sword Master Ling Tian

Ling Tian turned his head, his gaze swept across Bai Feiyun and Leng Bingxin, and finally he bowed his hand to Na Tengchong and Shen Luo.

"Two of you, Ling Tian will remember such kindness in my heart, and I will not forget it in this life."

Tengchong Harmoniously glanced at each other, and they were all a little dazed, "Ling Tian, ​​you...this is out of the ordinary, these are all things we should do."

Now, Ling Tian's strength is far beyond their reach, so in terms of tone, he has also become awed.

Ling Tian nodded, "Thank you very much."

Turning his head, before opening his mouth, the fragrant wind blew his face, and the two bodies rushed over, tears falling down his golden armor.

"brother!"

"Big Brother Ling Tian!"

Two soft shouts, with a trembling tone.

This is the affection of blood thicker than water.

Ling Tian opened his arms, hugged the two girls and smiled lightly, "You two, what can you cry about? This is just a small trouble. In the future, you will have to solve it by yourself!"

"Well, Qiu'er is not because of this, Qiu'er is because I miss my brother!"

"me too!"

Ling Qiu'er had been lying in Ling Tian's arms, but Ling Xiao'er had a blushing face and went out of Ling Tian's arms.

With purple hair, Ling Xiao'er really changed too much in Ling Tian's eyes.

Ling Tian patted Qiu'er's little fragrant shoulder, and said, "Okay, go and take care of your mother, and let the elder brother get rid of these barbarians first."

Ling Qiu'er said slightly, stepping back, to the eldest brother. She was obedient in her heart.

Now that her elder brother has returned, she is not afraid of anything. All enemies will be defeated by her elder brother.

Ling Tian suddenly turned around at this moment, his expression turned indifferent, his eyes flickered slightly, and he looked towards the dark sky in the east.

Sneer slightly.

"Is it finally here?"

As his voice fell, everyone followed his gaze and found a large swath of breath roaring from the sky far away, extremely fast, but after a dozen breaths, it had already crossed the sky and appeared above the Zi Cang Mountain. .

With the arrival of this breath, the entire sky became darker and darker.

This is a fleet composed of a group of warships. Around the warships, there are countless barbarians with wings, the number is 100,000!

On the battleship, when Du Wutian, the ancestor of the Du family, saw the scene of the battle on Zi Cang Mountain, he was also stunned.

He had never thought that so many human martial arts sects would rush to help a small Ziyun sect!

Du Wutiansheng’s face was gloomy, looking at everything in front of him, but he bowed to look at a barbarian general beside him: "General Chaha, here is the Ziyun Sect. General Heihe should have died of these people. hand."

"We retreat, they are a hundred golden bodies, too strong!"

"A hundred golden bodies? What can I do? Let my barbarian army retreat and dream!"

"My barbarian warrior takes one as ten, and the weak human race, what is there to be afraid of, a hundred golden bodies, let me kill them all at once!"

The figure of General Na Chaha is extremely strong, his whole body is already bright red, a pair of blood-colored wings on his back, and even a faint golden light radiates, and on the top of his head, three golden patterns are surging!

Three-patterned generals.

This is the highest level among the generals!

Relying on blood madness, the combat power is enough to match the peak of the late golden body!

Moreover, the physical body is tyrannical, and the combat power is doubled.

At this moment, his eyes were cold, with a proud expression on his face. As one of the two three-patterned generals of the ridiculous tribe, he never paid attention to human warriors.

In his eyes, the human warrior is like a weak little chicken, who can be pinched to death at will.

"Barbarian warriors, from now on outflank, kill these stupid human warriors!".

At the next moment, Chaha's bloodline power maddened, and his whole body was covered with blood, his wings vibrated, and he directly led a hundred thousand barbarians to kill.

"idiot!"

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Du Wutian shouted in a low voice and looked at the hundreds of Du family martial artists behind him, "The Du family disciples also go up. There is no turning back arrow after the bow. This time, we can only kill to the end!"

However, Du Wutian took the Du family disciples and killed them from the battleship, only to see Ling Tian standing in the air, standing in the air, looking at him with a sneer, even with disdain in his eyes.

Du Wutian's face was instantly filled with sorrow, and then turned into endless resentment.

"Little bastard, I didn't expect you to come back!" The voice was low and murderous.

If Ling Tian hadn't ruined all the plans of his Du family, he wouldn't have been so easy, so he would take refuge in the barbarians and demons.

Moreover, the only hope of the Du family is that Du Jinming's life or death is unknown on the way to Zhongzhou.

Now it's more ugly than good.

And all of this was bestowed by defeating the sky.

Over the past few months, the various glory that Ling Tian obtained in Yunzhou has been passed back to Lingnan, like countless sharp swords, deeply pierced in his heart.

He is not reconciled, why can't the Du family rise like this?

That Ling Tian was nothing but a mere sword slave!

At this moment, even if Ling Tian comes back, what will happen? Aspiring to the top of the big list is just a junior, he is the master of the late golden body, and then he can be killed.

Ling Tian had no expression on his face, his eyes were cold, "The Du family has not been destroyed, I will naturally come back."

"Old Monster Du, I haven't seen you in a few months, but you still look like this."

"The previous grievances and grievances will be cut off today. From now on, there will be no Du family in Yunzhou!"

Du Wutian and the Du family behind him laughed in anger, "A arrogant kid, just a few months, the old man wants to see how far your cultivation level is now, how dare you be so rampant!" "

The voice hadn't fallen yet, Du Wutian shot instantly, and murderous intent broke out in his body.

With a radius of thousands of feet, golden light suddenly appeared, and the wind howled.

Ling Tian's eyes flashed sharply, and hatred erupted in his heart.

Back down the mountain, Niangqin and the younger sister risked being insulted by the Du family.

Du Fei made things difficult for the outer door.

Without returning to the valley, Du Jinming wanted to put him to death.

Today, the Mu family colluded with the Demon Sect and the barbarians, and even fell to Lingnan. Countless warriors were killed, and their mothers and sisters were almost killed.

Today, Ling Tian wants to take back all of this from Du's family!

Du Wutian's cultivation reached the late stage of the golden body, and he slapped it off with a shocking momentum.

However, Ling Tian suddenly shook his head, stretched out one arm, holding five fingers imaginarily.

This Du Wutian, in his view, is too weak!

In the air, vitality suddenly condensed, twisting and bending in an instant, Du Wutian's huge palm was directly shattered by the impact, and then a big hand grasped the latter tightly and pulled it high into the sky.

"Today, your Du's family is doomed to escape."

Ling Tian spoke indifferently, with a chilling voice, and saw that his vitality exploded crazily above his arm. This time the prisoner dragon hand was even stronger than the one at the mountain army camp five days ago!