Sword Master Ling Tian

Rumble!

The explosion was deafening, and every sound was a blow to the heart.

The shock wave generated by the hedge set off a sky full of rubble, and no matter how thick or thin the trees passed, all the trees were broken by the roots.

The warrior with a lower cultivation base had a pale face, and he passed out with blood from his mouth.

Even the tyrannical barbarian warriors who were close by were all flying out of the mountain and rolling down the mountain.

Chaha, who rushed with his gun, was vulnerable to a single blow in front of the terrifying power of the three punches, and was severely injured in a flash.

In the continuous loud noise, there seemed to be a cracking sound.

When everyone was shocked, they heard a cold snort from the air.

In the turbid smoke and dust, a vague figure gradually emerged.

The cloak suddenly unfolded, and the vitality vibrated, suddenly like the autumn wind sweeping the fallen leaves, destroying and decayed, sweeping away the raised rubble and dust debris.

On the empty halfway up the mountainside, Ling Tian stood proudly, his arms no longer bleed, his armor still surging, and his black hair flying freely with the mountain breeze.

And Chaha, who had already fallen into the gorge on the opposite side, exploded into a huge deep pit, his body covered in blood-colored scales flew over, and huge wings resurfaced, but they were already in tatters.

Interest, nothing!

"Chaha, dead?"

"The three-patterned barbaric general, the barbaric gold body burned the barbaric gold bloodline, and was finally beaten to death by Ling Tian with his fist!"

"Is this still a barbarian? Is this Ling Tian still a human?!"

Below the Zi Cang Mountain, the martial artists of the sects were full of shock, and they couldn't believe it.

Ling Tian's fist suddenly displayed was incredibly powerful...

At that last moment, many people felt that Ling Tian would definitely die.

Who would have thought that not only did he not die.

He also used physical fist to counter-kill Chaha.

No opportunity was given to the other party.

A moment later, when Ling Tian slowly drew out the bright spear behind his back and looked down the mountain, the barbarian army suddenly seemed to explode the pot, roaring again and again, full of panic.

Some generals even screamed directly and turned around and ran away.

The barbarian army of hundreds of thousands collapsed across the board in an instant.

"Run? Can you run away, slaughter the barbarians, blood stained with purple blue, Yunzhou sect is a fellow, come with me, kill!"

Ling Tian Yangtian made a long scream, flew past, and after collecting that Chaha's blood soul into the merit token, he directly slammed into the back of the barbarian army.

"Keep a prairie fire!"

Ling Tian held a long spear like magma, and the huge glow of the spear swept away, and the barbarians were slaughtered wherever he went.

A series of blood souls were torn by Ling Tian into the martial arts card. From a distance, Ling Tian was a huge moving blood bubble, but there were fewer and fewer standing barbarians...

Rao was a barbarian who was unable to form an army, but in this battle of hundreds of thousands of troops, it was still killed in darkness. This kill was a whole day and night, and this kill was **** for thousands of miles!

Until Qin Hai stood on the city wall and looked at the golden armor figure standing proudly on top of a mountain that had reached the bottom of Lingnan City, he couldn't help but look shocked.

The Lingnan Tribulation, which had never been encountered in a century, was solved by Ling Tian....

In the west of Lingnan City, Brojun Mountain.

At that time, the young first generation of Yunhou once slaughtered 300,000 troops of the Golden Rongyi tribe, the first power of the barbarian tribe, and this mountain was named after it.

But today, Pojun Mountain remains the same, but Yunhou is gone.

However, Ling Tian was wearing a golden armor, holding a rainbow spear, standing in the blood.

Below the mountain, more than 200,000 sect warriors suddenly stopped, like a sculpture.

Under their feet is the land infested by the blood of the barbarians.

A sense of war, a general trend, mixed with blood, spread wantonly.

Zhang Kaifeng, Qin Shaoyang and the others' messy and violent fighting spirit outside, at this moment, as if they were attracted by some kind, they quickly gathered towards the top of the mountain Ling Tian.

Gradually merged with Ling Tian’s own fighting spirit. Although the fusion was slow, an unprecedented feeling suddenly appeared in everyone’s hearts. They looked at the top of the mountain, but that road seemed to be able to support the entire sky. Awe comes from the heart instantly.

Ling Tian was also immersed in an unprecedented mood at this time. Through the fusion of war intent, he could clearly feel the heartbeat of the warriors surrounding Pojun Mountain at the foot of the mountain. That kind of fanaticism and worship, it seems that all the power is Leave it to him to control it.

This feeling is so cool!

This kind of feeling is incomprehensible in the sect.

This surging fighting spirit was slowly condensed above the army, with Ling Tian’s Pojun Mountain as the tip, Qiu Xianji, Liang Lu, Liao Kong, Anle and other masters of the late golden body Dacheng and above. More than a hundred thousand warriors were shots, and the fighting spirit was condensed into a long spear, straight into the sky!

This spear-like warfare intent was gaze horizontally and horizontally, and it was irresistible where it pointed, and any shackles seemed to be destroyed in an instant.

At this moment when the intent to fight was formed, not only in Lingnan City, but also on the mountain army battleship that had just arrived in the west of Guizhou, and even in the Chinese army camps of the major legions on the border tens of thousands of miles away, the army commanders were all there. He opened his eyes together, and a divine light burst out in his eyes.

Showing the sense of shock, suddenly got up and flew out of the camp, looking at the sky!

War-inspired type!

When the fighting spirit is huge to the extreme, it can transform into a qualitative form.

Either a fierce beast, or a tough mountain.

The four major corps in Yunzhou were named after the form transformed by the fighting spirit.

However, with the exception of Yunwei, the other four corps had not allowed that fighting spirit to reappear on the battlefield since the establishment of Nantang.

War-inspired type.

Only after experiencing countless battles, can there be a strange state between the generals and the subordinates. After entering this situation, it is equivalent to taking the generals as the main, integrating all the soldiers under the command into oneself, and then making the combat power. Soaring exponentially.

In this state, the overall combat power displayed can skyrocket. The legion with the blessing of war intent is an enemy that no one wants to face on the battlefield!

The generals who seduce the warfare intent are the existence that all the commanders of the army dream of becoming.

But at this time, the battle of the frontier of Yunzhou had just begun, and someone spurred the army to transform it into war?

This is not a great battle!

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"What's going on? Could it be that Huo Huaihuan of the Stormtroopers turned into a warfare intent?"

Standing at the bow of the ship, Cheng Sanjin muttered to himself, feeling the faint warfare coming from afar in the air.

The Thriller Army is the most powerful corps besides Yunwei.

Huo Huaihuan is also the most respected fierce general of Yunhou. Because of this, even though he holds the command of the Qingyan Mountain and the two armies, he was still overwhelmed by Huo Huaihuan during the war.

Therefore, the first thing he thought of was Huo Huaihuan.

However, if he knows that this scheming warfare intent is transformed, he has seen Ling Tian seven days ago, it is estimated that he will be depressed to death...