Sword Master Ling Tian

The aftermath of the horrible airflow, chaotically hung on everyone's faces.

In the deep pit, no one could feel Ling Tian's breath anymore.

"Is this the strength of the Golden Bloodline? Too strong, three tricks, completely crush Ling Tian!"

"Ling Tian's ability to survive two moves is very abnormal. However, Ling Tian's sword intent is still strong, but it is less hot than it was three days ago, how can it not be as dazzling as it was at the peak!"

"There is some truth to what he said. Is this Ling Tian deliberately hiding his strength?"

"Not necessarily, this is a battle of life and death, unless Ling Tian is crazy and takes his own life to play it."

"It should be Ling Tian's consumption during the battle against Scarlet Blood so much that he could not exert all his combat power. But in any case, even if Ling Tian competed against him, do you think he can beat Ao Jie?"

Ao Jieqiang?

Strong!

And it's ridiculously strong.

Strong and terrible.

Even with the power of Ling Tian's prosperity, it is definitely not Aojie's opponent.

But Ling Tian was silent, a Tier 1 sword slave, defeating the great Tianjiao all the way, beheading powerful enemies, standing on the top of Tianhe Mountain, and commanding this Lingnan sect, which is enough to prove his strength and talent.

Ling Tian is definitely not a weak one.

It's a pity that he is too young. It has only been a few months since his rise to the present. If Ling Tian were given more time to grow up, he might not be able to fight Aojie.

Many people sighed and regretted.

Three days ago, Ling Tian descended on the Tianhe Mountains and Rocks, and it was so graceful and spectacular.

Today, kill the scarlet blood. His talent is already deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

Although at this moment, Ling Tian died at the hands of Aojie, although the defeat was glorious.

But at this time, after the shock and regret, they were more afraid!

On the side of the Lingnan Zongmeng, a group of powerful men was worried. No matter what, Ling Tian was now defeated, so they had already lost the battle of Tianhe Mountain.

Even, it is very likely to be killed.

"A mere introduction of a spring, dare to stop my barbarian army! It's a mangoing arm to block a car, I don't know how to die!"

A faint sneer appeared on Aojie's face, carrying the halberd, ignoring the thousands of Lingnan sect warriors under Tianhe Mountain, and slowly flying towards the deep pit.

He would step on Ling Tian's corpse under his feet, shattering it into pieces!

"Elder Ji, now your cultivation base is the highest here. Let's make a decision, whether we fight or retreat!" An elder Ning Po frowned.

Thousands of martial artists under Tianhe Mountain, life and death are at a moment.

"If we retreat now, it might be too late!" Qing Mu Zong Lin Sen also said anxiously.

He was not optimistic about Ling Tian at the beginning, and now he regrets it even more. His Green Wood Sect's background is no better than Ziyun Sect, Flame Pavilion and Fallen Flower Sect. If these disciples are wiped out, the loss will be too great.

"Ling Tian, ​​are you really defeated..."

Ji Tie was bitter in his heart, although he knew it would be so, but when this happened, he still didn't want to believe it.

After retreating, Lingnan City was exposed under the iron hoof of the barbarians.

No retreat, a dead end.

Tianhe Mountain is still lost.

There is no one here, it is Aojie's opponent.

There is no suspense, and there will be no miracles.

After today, Lingnan City will be trampled by the barbarians.

Unless the Golden Master takes the initiative, the barbarian king will also come, burning the sky, boiling the sea and the sky, and it will hurt the Lingnan foundation.

"Ling Tian...no, you won't die! Did you just abandon me and Yan Yan like this!"

In the crowd, Qin Mingyue gritted her teeth, her heart cut like a knife. Had it not been for Qin Shaoyang's desperate pull, Qin Mingyue would have rushed forward.

She would rather die with Ling Tian.

On Tianhe Mountain, Lin Yanyan stood in front of the Juling Tent, the medicine bowl in his hand fell on the rock and broke to the ground.

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"Haha, Ling Tian's child is still dead! The disciple of the Demon Sect followed the order and rushed to me, Tu Guang Lingnan, the authentic sect!"

Li Wuxin touched the top of Guangliang's head, waved his big hand, and brought thousands of demon sect martial artists to press on it.

"It's a disciple of the Ziyun Sect, rush up with me to avenge Elder Ling Tian, ​​kill one is one!"

Mu Tiezhu and Mu Tiedan roared, carrying thousands of Ziyunzong disciples with their weapons and rushed out of the camp first.

Looking at the surging army of wild demons, the muscles on Ji Tie's face twitched and his arms slowly raised.

"I stay, you go!"

This is the only thing he can do.

Li Wuxin laughed wildly, flying down from the sky like a bald eagle.

"Haha, old man Ji Tie, don't even think about leaving any of you, let me go..."

Li Wuxin hadn't finished speaking, but suddenly, his face changed.

The sneer on Aojie, who had already fallen on the huge pit in the center of the battlefield, also stopped abruptly.

"boom!"

There was a loud bang, the sky and the earth changed. Under the gaze of countless north and south gazes, in the huge pit in the center of the battlefield, there were flying sand and rocks, and whirlwinds overflowed.

A burst of vitality also suddenly rose.

"How can it be?"

Feeling the familiar breath, Li Wuxin stopped in the air, dumbfounded.

That breath, with infinite fighting intent and endless sword intent, was clearly the one that made him jealous, Ling Tian!

Ling Tian, ​​he's not dead yet!

As the sand fell, the whirlwind remained.

But in the center of the whirlpool, a figure stood up proudly.

Although the clothes were broken, blood stained.

But, the spine is not bent, and the fighting spirit is not scattered!

In his hand, a dim talisman seal slowly fell, turned into powder, and drifted away with the wind...

"I am not defeated yet. Who is it, who gave you the courage, who moved me?"

An indifferent voice sounded from the wind.

With a penetrating chill, Li Wuxin couldn't help but retreat.

Aojie was not afraid, but he was afraid.

This junior who could almost compete with Aojie was enough to destroy him.

Above the huge pit, Aojie looked at everything below coldly, and clenched the blood-gold halberd fiercely.

This time, he suddenly felt a feeling that he hadn't felt in a long time.

Facing Yunyang, that unfathomable feeling.

This feeling disgusted him and made him crazy.

"Brother Tian is not dead! I said, the light just now is so familiar, it must be the spiritual shield talisman that Dad gave him, and saved Brother Tian!"

Qin Shaoyang let go of Qin Mingyue, surprised.

With tears in Qin Mingyue's eyes, her body was already crying weak, and she knelt to the ground.

But a pair of cut water eyes still looked at the distance for a moment, that a little embarrassed back.

Ling Tian never fell down.

"Ao Jie, the three tricks have passed, it's time for a real battle..."

Ling Tian's figure slowly sounded again, but he did not raise his eyes to look over his head.

The light flashed in his hand, and an amber pill appeared on the palm of his hand, hot and shining.

Shao Xiang Dan.

Obtained from Jun Tianxing Palace.

Four products on the pill.

After swallowing, squeeze the potential, sacrifice half a lifetime, gain the power of the elephant, below the golden body, forcibly raise the realm of the first level of cultivation.

The medicine is violent, and although the hidden danger is great, it is still extremely rare, and its value is second only to the golden pill.

Without any hesitation, Ling Tian swallowed Sha Xiang Dan in one bite.

"Roar!"

In an instant, the roar of the dragon's elephant roar sounded from Ling Tian's body.

A tyrannical force of terror, centered on Ling Tian, ​​burst out suddenly.

It's like a spring, rising steadily.

At the same time, a bright light suddenly shot from the bottom of the pit to the sky.

The light seemed to soar into the sky like ten thousand swords, terrifying and fierce, causing Aojie to retreat involuntarily to avoid his sharp edge.

A steady stream of vitality burst out of Ling Tian's body, which was shocking!

Yizhang!

Two feet!

Five feet!

Qizhang!

The light illuminates the battlefield of Tianhe Mountain, but above the huge pit, there is a light that is as white as gold, which is dazzling to the extreme and breathtaking.

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And before this Qizhang ray of light, a figure stood up to the sky and roared!

"The spirit of martial arts is condensed, manifesting and hiding!"

"Qizhang Soul Light, Wuhun... Seven-Rank!"

"Ling Tian, ​​it's condensed!"