Sword Master Ling Tian

Only a few days later, Ling Tian, ​​under the blessing of the best spirit spring, made further efforts again!

Although Ling Tian was angry, he would not act rashly. He never makes unprepared revenge.

Qian Qinhai, the master of Mu Yunfeng, broke through the late stage of Ningpao and led nearly a thousand disciples of Ziyunzong to participate in the battle. Although his cultivation base is not to say that there is no one under the golden body, but among the strong Ningpao, the battle is definitely ranked Forefront.

In addition, the wood cloud bee technique is extremely strong in defense and recovery, but he still escaped from a serious injury. It can be seen from this, how terrifying the strength of the three people of the barbarian and the magic way.

Guan Shi had also instructed that the three of them, each of them, were powerful in the late stage of the soul, killing people like hemp, and having a fierce reputation.

Vengeance must be avenged, and people must be killed, but even if Ling Tian has a trump card like the Phantom Stinger Bee, he is not sure that he will be one enemy three.

And his original strength is far from being able to kill the powerhouse in the late Ningpao stage.

Now, in spite of the damage to the air and sea, Ling Tian forcibly swallows the remaining top-grade spiritual spring, making his cultivation one step closer.

Fortunately, he succeeded.

At this time, Ling Tian was even more convinced that his martial arts soul would definitely not lose to Liu Yiyi's You Tian Yunhuang, because after he started to open the spring.

He has never encountered obstacles!

Feeling the surging vitality in his body, Ling Tian's confidence doubled.

At least, he faces the late stage of Ning Po, even if there is no Phantom Stinger Bee, he still has the power to fight!

Looking at the regret cloud stick and the purple sword placed in front of him, Ling Tian twitched the corners of his mouth.

"Red Blood, Situ Fan, Li Wuxin!"

"I Ling Tian, ​​I'm coming soon!"

"quickly..."

/R}@

The cold voice echoed in the quiet room, there was no joy, anger, no hate, only endless coldness and determination.

......

Tianhe Mountain.

Located at the junction of Shiwan Mang Mountain and Lingnan City, it is a battleground for military strategists. Every time a barbarian invades, this place will become a battlefield.

If Tianhe Mountain falls, the barbarians can drive straight in like a flood, radiating Lingnan and Ziyunzong.

For thousands of years, countless heroes of Tianjiao have shown their prominence in this land, and countless geniuses have broken down and turned into dust.

That is, at the foot of Tianhe Mountain, the disciples of Ziyun Sect were besieged by the barbarians and demons.

At this time, before dawn, a meteor-like light flashed in the sky, and an eight-wing cloud ship descended.

Mu Tiezhu was carrying the Xuangang hammer, standing with Ling Yun and others on the bow, looking down, full of shock.

At this time, the battlefield under the Tianhe Mountain had ended the day's fighting, but in the mountains and rivers, there were still loud and loud sounds, and the air was full of violent air currents and a strong smell of blood.

Below Tianhe Mountain, there is almost no complete land and vegetation. There are charred rocks and corpses everywhere, and the smoke is filled, like a purgatory on earth.

And along the way, this kind of scene spreads across the border of the Southern Tang Dynasty.

Even some towns have been slaughtered, mortals were killed and wounded countless, and the blood flowed into them.

At this moment, they realized how cruel war is.

In the quiet room, Ling Tian suddenly opened his eyes.

Silently picked up the regret cloud stick behind his back, lifted the purple sword and pushed out the door.

"You wait to return to the sect first."

Ling Tian's cold voice fell, his arms were bathed in purple fire, and a pair of purple feathers bloomed.

In the thunder of the sky, the dazzling purple Ting fire light flashed from the cloud ship and flew to the distant mountains.

Tianheguan!

......

"Help!"

Below Tianhe Mountain, a roar sounded from a distance, followed by a desperate cry for help.

When the sound came out, several figures shot out and ran towards Tianhe Mountain in panic.

Among the few people, there are disciples dressed in Ziyunzong, Tianshuimen, and Yanjian Pavilion costumes, and there are also descendants of aristocracy. But no matter what their status is, at this moment they are like a flat boat in a sea of ​​anger, which may capsize at any time.

Because behind them, there are dozens of demon martial artists in black robes!

The few people were terrified. Their cultivation level was not in the early stage of Piquan. They just wanted to take advantage of the truce to search for the pockets of some fallen warriors, but they inadvertently went deep into the battlefield and were discovered by the magical warriors and chased them.

They fled frantically, and the direction of their fleeing was the two peaks in front of Tianhe Mountain, because there was the place where the sects and aristocratic families of Lingnan were stationed. If they could escape there, they would naturally survive.

However, before he could run far away, dozens of martial arts burst out, engulfing a Tianshuimen disciple at the end.

In an instant, the disciple died on the spot.

Seeing this, the remaining few people were even more frightened, desperately squeezing the vitality in the dantian, hoping to get a little faster and escape to heaven.

Faintly, the sects and martial artists stationed on Tianhe Mountain also heard the call for help. Qi Qi stood up and looked towards the battlefield.

But it was just a glance, and no one flew down to rescue.

Because of this situation, in the past few days, it has been staged countless times. They have long been used to it, and there is not even the slightest emotional fluctuation. Besides, at this time, the few people are far away from Tianhe Mountain, even if they rushed to the rescue immediately. That's too late.

On the resident sites on both sides of Tianhe Mountain, various powers are scattered and scattered, and there are several people on each side standing in front of everyone, faintly headed.

If Ling Tian is present, he should be able to recognize a few of these people.

Xin Ziang and Xiao Chuchen of Ziyun School, Ji Lie of Yanjian Pavilion, Ye Baoer of Baihua School, and Du Jinming of Du Family. On their side, there are also many strange faces standing side by side with them, and they are obviously talented disciples of various strengths.

But these people mostly watched the few people who were calling for help dying and struggling with cold eyes, one by one, their faces were cold and unmoved.

These people are just cannon fodder. In the past few days, I don't know how many people have died. Where is it worth their arrogant action?

Among the crowd, only Ji Lie, watching the tragic death of the Yanjian Pavilion disciple, couldn't bear to make a move.

But just as he drew out his weapon, he paused and suddenly raised his eyes to look south.

The Tianjiao who stood in front of the major strength stations almost looked at the past by coincidence.

In that southern sky.

A group of purple awns suddenly appeared!

Like thunder shining, it immediately illuminates the sky and competes with the stars and the moon!