Sword Venerable Ling Tian

This line of sight, there is no fluctuation, maybe just a casual touch of the other party.

However, from this to the gaze, Ling Tian felt the indifference and coldness, a condescending look down, filled with terrifying power, with no difficulty locked himself in this line of sight Below, Ling Tian felt the unprecedented pressure, and the cold sweat instantly shed.

What a strong imposing manner!

Ling Tian was instantly suppressed by the opponent's imposing manner. Above Dantian Qi Sea, the thousands of scattered sword shadows shook violently, and the surge of sword intent directly broke through the oppression, condensed eyes, looked towards that line of The owner of sight.

It was a man in a silver-patterned white gown, sitting cross-legged among all the Inner Sect children, with a white jade sword on his knee.

The man’s face is like a crown of jade, his eyes are like stars, and his temperament is extraordinary. Under the shining of the sky, he seems to exude a faint aura, extraordinary and extraordinary. Compared with the outer sect leader Li Xiao, I don’t know how strong it is. How many times did it go!

And then, that man put aside his gaze, one action, but Ling Tian immediately flew a touch of ruthless coldness in his eyes.

I saw the man stretch out his hand to signal to Liu Yiyi, the latter hesitated for a moment, and finally sat on a seat next to the man.

At this moment, a jar in Ling Tian's heart has been overturned!

"98 arena, the last match, Ling Tian vs. Xin Tiger!"

Without waiting for Ling Tian to think about it, the game is about to begin.

Xin Menghu laughed heartily, and there was a sudden shock at his feet. The stone slab was cracked, but the others had already flown into the ring.

Suddenly landed, like a tiger, imposing manner.

"Ling Tian, ​​you are today, that's it!"

Outer Sect Disciple under the stage, I saw Xin Menghu on stage, and they were all turn pale with fright. Many dísciples who were watching the battle in other arenas gathered around, discussing spiritedly.

"Here is a good show. Xin Menghu defeated Senior Brother Zhang of Wind Cloud List tenth in the challenge three months ago. The imposing manner is like a rainbow!"

" I heard that Xin Menghu’s Qingyan fist has reached the Great Accomplishment Realm world, and the fist smashes the boulder!"

The buzzing is constant, but most of them are optimistic about Xin Menghu.

On the stage, when Xin Menghu saw Ling Tian stay silent, thinking that he was shocked by his imposing manner, he grinned and said in a low voice: "To tell you the truth, the arrangement of this grand competition, It was all arranged by Wang Ning, just to make you die! Despise Xin Family Young Master, you and your family must atone for it, and enjoy the next pain, I will smash your miserable wretch one by one ..."

Wang Ning is also showing one's ferocious appearance in the audience at this time, "Xin Menghu, kill him for me, I will kill him!"

" Just rely on you?"

"Move my family, everyone will die!"

Longyou reverse scale, touch it will certainly become angry.

The family is the reverse scale of Ling Tian.

Ling Tian's voice fell, and suddenly accelerated, moved towards Xin Menghu rushed over.

"courting death!"

Xin Menghu was loudly roared, his pupils were blood red, his hands shook, the cyclone condensed, and he also swung his fist to greet him.

The horrible thing is that Xin Tiger’s two fist cyclones are azure, with rock-like edges and corners, which look like a pair of rock-carved fists!

"The middle grade Qingyan boxing is so powerful that it has infinitely approached Great Accomplishment!"

"Fisting stone, Xin Menghu's realm, has reached the 8th layer of pure body It’s so powerful!"

There were even a lot of Elders from outer sect coming over to watch the game, and they were shocked by Xin Bengthu’s cultivation base. You must know the Wind Cloud List three months ago. , Cuiti 8th layer can already enter the top five list!

When Lin Shan heard this, he was also a little worried. Looking at the stage, worry flashed in his eyes.

"Uncle Lin, will there be anything wrong with my big brother?" Ling Qiu'er asked worriedly.

"No, you have to believe your big brother, he is very strong..." Lin Shan is comfortable.

Wang Ning stepped out of the crowd, looking at Qin Yue'e and Ling Qiu'er, and said ferociously: "Qiang? When he is killed by Xin Menghu on stage, you will be the next one!"

The 8th layer of Cuitai is like a dividing line, which is not much different from the 7th layer. Being suppressed is inevitable.

The two on the stage have already collided with each other. What is surprising is that facing the extraordinary Qingyan fist of formidable power, Ling Tian still didn't use a sword, and it was also an ordinary punched out.

The dísciple under the stage is shaking his head, don't go too far, don't want to see the miserable situation Ling Tian will become.

Lin Shan and the others are tense, staring at him for a moment.

Wang Ning hehe smiled, his face was vindicated, his face turned hideously twisted, like a madman.

bang!

But at this moment, the fists intersected on the stage, and there was an explosion. Then, he saw Xin Menghu howling sternly, and the whole person flew out directly.

The blue rock illusory shadow of his fists was gone, and his palms shattered and broke into a terrifying look.

Xin Menghu hasn't landed yet, Ling Tian whirls all over his body, running like the wind bullying him up, five heavy punches in a row, blasting down on Xin Menghu's chest.

Peng sound hits the ground, and Xin Menghu is already soft and motionless like mud.

"What?! This, this impossible!" Wang Ning was stupid, his face dull and unbelievable.

Outer Sect Disciple surrounded him, only to find that Xin Menghu had no breath.

"Xin Menghu is dead!"

"The expert of the 8th layer of Cuitai was beaten to death by Ling Tian!"

Xin Menghu's chest All collapsed, and the internal organs were brittle and cracked into slag. His angry eyes widened, and he was shocked to death.

"His!"

For a while, there was a sound of gasp around the ring.

Everyone turned their eyes to the one on the stage, the imposing manner skyrocketing, the figure standing like a sword.

"Senior Brother Ling's boxing skills are... so strong?"

"Ling Tian puts out his energy, sending and receiving freely is already the 8th layer Peak, a punch It's not impossible to be a fierce tiger!"

An expert said immediately.

"The 8th layer of the essence! Or Peak..."

All dísciples are even more shocked. What kind of monster secretly thought Ling Tian is? It seems that his goal is not just Wind Cloud List, but the top of the list!

"Senior Brother, can you decide the result?" On the stage, Ling Tian said indifferently.

The prison dísciple was stunned, Ling Tian said, he cleared his throat, and announced loudly: "Sect Grand Competition, regardless of life or death, Ling Tian defeated Xin Menghu and entered the Wind Cloud List. !"

Ling Tian, ​​finally succeeded 1st Step!

Twenty-four consecutive victories!

It's as strong as Xin Tiger, but it still hasn't been able to hold Ling Tian's 2nd move, let alone let him draw the sword.

On the high platform in the distance, Xin Ziang, who was talking and laughing with a group of Inner Sects, condensed suddenly, looking down at the trivial ant and looking down at the Martial Practice Stage arena, indifferently asked: "Killed Who is my slave?"

"Senior Brother Xin, I heard that this kid is called Ling Tian. He has won 24 consecutive victories in the grand competition, very strong..." Behind him, An inner sect disciple leaned forward and whispered.

"Very strong?" Xin Ziang retracted his gaze and rubbed his fingers, indifferently said: "But I'm going to die..."

Casually, it seems to be sentenced to a cat and dog Life and death.

"Senior Brother Xin, this grand competition has no eye for life or death. There is no need to let you bear hatred, right?" Xin Zi leaned on his side and Liu Yiyi suddenly opened the mouth and said.

A suspicion flashed across Xin Ziang Junlang’s face, looking towards Liu Yiyi: "You...are you pleading for him?"

However, I haven’t waited for Liu Yiyi’s answer. , Xin Ziang has retracted his gaze and closed his eyes slightly, "He is not yet qualified to be worthy of my memory, but I don't want to see him..."