Fantasy: The Path Of The Villain

"Hmph, a brat who doesn't know the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth." Huang Yisheng snorted coldly, waved his hand like a palm slap, and said, "Xuantian Palm!"

The rune flickered, and as he stretched out his right hand, a huge palm quickly emerged, pressing towards Lin Tian.

hum!

In the void, there was a muffled sound.

The runes intertwined and turned into huge Gold palms, just like the giant hands of the sky.

As the most powerful descendant disciple among the crowd, only a few of his peers can stand up to him.

And Lin Tian is just the inner disciple of Initiation.

Although there is an excellent Talent, there is a big Realm difference in strength between the two.

It is clear at a glance which is strong and which is weak.

On the playing field, a flash of light emerged, and the runes all over the sky were intertwined and messy.

For the competition between the two, Wuling Saint Lord and some Elders who have not shown their faces all year round.

Everyone is looking forward to it, but also a little regretful.

After all, if there are no major problems at this station, it is almost a certainty.

In the face of it, it is definitely strength, not skill and wisdom, which can be easily resisted.

"Well done!"

Lin Tian looked at the big hand like the sky, not a trace of fear, but a little excited.

Swinging the sword head-on, he didn't care whether he could or not, and took it safe and sound.

"Brother Lin Tian is only in the Spiritual God Realm, so it is impossible to compete with Senior Brother Huang. After all, Senior Brother Huang has the Godly Physique of War Madness..."

"This stop must be... what... what!"

Disciples who watched the battle from the sidelines shook their heads and lamented Lin Tian's courage.

Suddenly, a jaw-dropping scene appeared on the field.

The next moment, the light of the blue blue, pierced through with a sword, holding the giant palm of the sky.

Thousands of blades of light, in the virtual space, quickly tore up the remaining rune imprint.

Huang Yisheng's body trembled, even though he was carrying a powerful physical body, he felt a little numb.

On the other hand, Lin Tian, ​​holding a seven-foot sword in his hand and wearing a light black Tsing Yi, looks like a God of War, pointing his sword at the enemy, standing still.

The look on his face was confident and powerful.

"How can it be?!"

"Lin Tian, ​​to be so strong..."

Many young men and women showed strange expressions.

There is admiration, shock, surprise and disbelief.

Lin Tian's strength was somewhat beyond their expectations, even the Elders sitting on the stage.

There was also a flash of surprise in the calm eyes.

With one palm and one sword, the two are evenly divided, regardless of the outcome.

But no matter how you look at it, Huang Yisheng was a little bit behind.

"Lin Tian's strength is only the Cultivation Base of the Spirit God Realm, but he can actually block Huang Yisheng of the Soul Sea Realm?"

Facing the current situation, Bai Elder, who is the Lin Tian Master, frowned, "Maybe Lin Tian is hiding his own strength..."

"Good boy, come again. Let's see how long you can last." Huang Yisheng tightened his palms to relieve himself, his eyes froze, as if he was about to spew out anger.

In an instant, a treasured sword appeared in his hand, and thousands of people flew towards Lin Tian through the cold light through the blade.

"Blue Sword Dance~"

"Hehehe, useless Senior Brother Huang."

Looking at Senior Brother Huang who was already angry, Lin Tian's eyes flashed a trace of joking and chuckling.

Waving the sword in his hand again, he went head-on.

As if he didn't care, Huang Yisheng, who had gone all out, was not afraid to show his powerful soul sea realm.

Sword Ray dissipated in less than ten moves.

There was only one standing figure left on the field.

Lin Tian, ​​who was dressed in green, had only a few hem parts of his body, except for slight damage, the other parts were intact.

On the other hand, Huang Yisheng, who possessed the strength of the Soul Sea Realm, was lying on the ground with sword marks all over his body.

"Win, Lin Tian actually won against Brother Huang, who is at the peak Soul Sea Realm!"

"Junior brother Lin Tian's strength is too powerful!!"

The rest of the disciples outside the arena were amazed after they came back to their senses.

Being able to confront and defeat Senior Brother Huang with a Cultivation Base that is a big Realm lower, this strength and Talent are not easy~

At this time, from the Elder's seat, a man who was not angry and proud came out. He was Wu Yunling, the Lord of the Holy Land.

A super master whose strength has reached the peak Power state.

As soon as he came out, all the disciples and the Elder fell silent.

"Very good. Everyone must have seen the performance of the two successor disciples. As for the final candidate for the position of Holy Son, then I won't say much."

"I declare that the position of Holy Son of Wuling Holy Land is given by Lin Tian..."

Just as he was about to announce the position of the Holy Son, a voice suddenly came.

"That Martial Saint Lord, Su has something to say~"

After hearing the voice behind him and knowing who it was, Wu Yunling turned around with some doubts and looked at that person.

"Master Su, what do you want to say?"

In his tone, he didn't take his own status seriously, but asked him with an equal attitude.

Even flattering.

For the rest of the Elders, when they heard it was Su Yi's voice, those who knew it looked sideways at each other, and those who didn't know it whispered to their colleagues on the side.

I would like to know, what is the identity of the boy sitting next to the Saint Lord and sitting side by side with the saint.

Su Yi stood up, glanced casually at the two people who were still on the stage and said, "That's right, what I want to say is that there may be some problems with the ranking of the Holy Son."

As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar in both the Elder seat and the disciple audience seats below.

What! Is there a problem with the Holy Son's competition? This is impossible, right?

And that boy is... a few days ago, the distinguished guest who came to the Holy Land, the mysterious boy who was entertained by the Saint Lord? !

Although in the impression of these disciples, they have only met once or twice, and some have never met at all.

But if you can't stand your own teacher or master, please remind me one or two, don't provoke others.

"What's the problem? Mr. Su."

Hearing what Su Yi said, Wu Yunling, who is the Lord of the Holy Land, couldn't help frowning slightly and began to think.

Among the powerhouses present, except for a few Elders who entered the Closed Door Training, almost all the powerhouses in the Holy Land came to the scene.

If something is really wrong, it is impossible not to be discovered.

At the same time, Lin Tian who was standing below felt his heart tense when he heard what Su Yi said.

Obviously, he himself knew whether there was a problem with this game.

However, he still had a sense of luck in his heart, the strength of his Master, but the existence of Shattered Void, it should be impossible to be exposed in the Holy Land without the Saint Realm.

That's right, it's a bit embarrassing that there are no Cultivation Base people from the Saint realm in such a large Holy Land religion.

And all this is also the information obtained by Lin Tian's Master, through the power of own soul.

"Hehehe, the problem is that in the match just now, there was a huge difference in the strength of one side."

"This disciple named Lin Tian may not have any problems with his Cultivation Base performance just now. But in terms of the soul power in his body, there is a different scene, as if someone participated in the battle for him."

Looking at Lin Tian who was still pretending to be calm and puzzled on the stage, Su Yi chuckled and pointed out the secret in his heart.

After listening to Su Yi's words, whether it was the Saint Lord, the Elder, or the disciples off the field, they all stared at each other with wide eyes.