Painting of the Nine Immortals

Below the city of Ge, the old man in black was extinct, and the dead couldn't die anymore.

This shocked everyone at the scene, stunned.

For one thing, it was unexpected that Ling Xian could kill three monks who were at the top of the extraordinary world. For another thing, he did not expect that he would dare to kill the elders of the Holy Sect under the eyes of everyone.

You know, Halloween is the giant of the city of Ge. It has the supreme seat. Even the transcendental forces dare not easily kill the elders of Halloween.

However, there are as many as four elders who died in Lingxian's hands. This is undoubtedly a **** feud with the Holy Spirit.

"This person's courage is too great, but that is the Holy Sect who dominated the city of Zhige!"

"Yes, let alone kill the four elders. Even ordinary disciples will welcome the revenge of the Holy Sect!"

"Unfortunately, he had a bright future at first, but he will definitely die if he offends the Holy Sect."

Everyone talked and regretted it.

Fools can see that Ling Xian is a world-beating arrogant, even if it is placed in the city of Zhige, it is also a top-level existence.

It is no exaggeration to say that he will become the ninth realm in the worst in the future, and even become the supreme who swept the world!

But all this is based on the fact that he can survive.

In the eyes of everyone, Lingxian, who offended Halloween, would have a hard time living.

"Are you sure to die ..."

Listening to the voices of everyone, Ling Xian's expression was calm, light and light.

Halloween is indeed a huge threat. Taking his current practice as a counter to Halloween, it is undoubtedly struck by stones, but he is not stupid enough to fight against Halloween.

As long as he returns to Chaos Academy, with the strength of the dean's closeness, who dares to commit it?

"Killed three more ..." The old man in gray clothing smiled bitterly. "My son, you go quickly, and if you don't leave, I'm afraid it's too late."

Hearing the words, Ling Xian smiled, and the Jiutian Divine Wing emerged, cutting through the sky.

Thinking with my toes, I also know that someone has sent a message to Halloween. After all, with so many people present, someone must be close to Halloween.

Therefore, Lingxian Shenyi opened the sky and turned away.

"It's too late."

A icy word suddenly sounded, and then, his hands turned empty, covering the sky.

This greatly changed the face of the audience, and some who were weaker could not help shaking.

Ling Xian was also moved.

It is too strong, it is absolutely ninth realm!

At the moment, Ling Xian's expression calmed down, urging Jiutian Shenyi to the extreme, and the feathers burned.

Suddenly, he turned into a streamer, avoiding the cover of the sky, but was still shaken by Yu Bo's shock.

There is no way. The ninth realm is too powerful. It is different from the extraordinary realm.

"Ahem, it's worth the power of the ninth realm."

Ling Xian coughed up blood, nine days of God wing burned, flew thousands of miles instantly.

He knew that he could not be the opponent of the ninth-level powerhouse, and even if he was only a short time away, he might lose his life. Therefore, he increased the speed to the extreme, like Kun Peng, flapping his wings 100,000 miles.

"Leave me!"

The icy words shook the sky, and a proud figure appeared in the stars, like an immortal emperor, and he came across eight wastelands.

This is a heroic man, like a **** of war.

"The Lord of the Battlefield! He surprised him!"

"The five halls of the Sacred Sect are the strongest masters of the battle hall. I didn't expect it to be his own shot!"

"Destined, if you change to another ninth-level power, with his amazingness, it is possible to escape the birth, but the Lord of the Battle will take the shot himself, and he will have no life!"

Everyone agreed that Ling Xian was dead, and even Lin Lin, who knew how strong he was, didn't think he could escape.

The Lord of the Hall of Fame is too prestigious. Looking at the power of the ninth realm in the entire city of Gego, he can rank among the top three!

In other words, it is the Supreme, he is enough to dominate the city of Zhige!

Faced with such a strong man, how could a Lingxian monk escape the birth?

"Kill me the four elders of the Sacred Sect, you are not too brave, but unfortunately, too weak."

The Lord of the Warriors walked along with the Royal Sword, as fast as a meteor, and at the same time, swordsmanship illuminate Xinghe, making everyone feel shocked.

It is too powerful. It is not an exaggeration to say that even just a swordmang is enough to kill the monk of the transcendent realm!

This makes Lingxian feel pressure, which is tricky.

However, he did not panic, even the invincible sacred ancestors dared to face him, and the ninth state of power was so powerful that he would not be confused.

"How dare you fight with me?"

Ling Xian spoke indifferently. The Lord of the Battle Hall could easily kill him, but if he fights in the same level, he is not afraid even if he is the most amazing person in the Halloween.

"Do I have to fight with you?"

The main character of the battle hall shook the sky, and swallowed the mountains and rivers.

The swordsmanship raged in all directions, but could not hurt Lingxian.

With his current strength, he can't really compete with the Lord of the Battlefield, but when it comes to speed, he is not inferior.

After all, the Jiutian Divine Wing is comparable to the highest speed of Kun Peng, especially for long-distance flight, and the advantage is even more magnified.

Therefore, Jianmang couldn't add up, and the Lord of the Battlefield could not catch up with Lingxian.

"It's too fast, I really doubt, is he a pure-blooded Kunpeng in human skin?"

"Inconceivable, the Lord of the Battlefield is the ninth realm of the strongest of the Sect of the Holy Sect, and he can't catch up with a monk in an extraordinary realm. It's fantastic."

"I must be dazzled, it must be!"

Everyone exclaimed, shaking.

This made the Lord of the Battle Hall angry, and felt that every word of the crowd seemed to hit his face.

The mighty ninth realm can't catch up with a monk in an extraordinary realm, which is a shame in itself. The words of everyone are no doubt spreading salt on his wound.

At present, the main hand of the battle hall pinches the magic seal, the magic sword shines, and the speed soars.

Suddenly, monstrous might came, even if they were far apart, Ling Ling's blood was twitching and his breathing was not smooth.

The Lord of the Battlefield is not an ordinary power of the ninth realm. Fortunately, the distance is far enough, otherwise, it will not be as simple as breathing.

"Difficult."

Ling Xian's eyebrows wrinkled, and I knew that only by burning the ancient blood of Tianzun can we completely shake off the Lord of the Battle Hall.

At the moment, he burned a drop of Tianzun true blood, and the white **** wing turned completely red.

brush!

Like a meteor, like a fairy light, Lingxian was so incredible that he disappeared in an instant.

This made everyone far behind stunned, and even the Lord of the Battle Hall was dazed for a while.

It's too fast. It's like a pure-blooded Kunpeng, flapping its wings for 100,000 miles, and spreading its wings for nine days!

"Damn!"

The Lord of the War Hall furiously rushed to the crown, only to feel that his face was sweeping away.

Because of his strength and position, it is very shameful to take a shot at a junior. If the other ninth-level power of the Sect of the Holy Sect is not in the sect, he would not have shot it himself.

Originally, he thought he had arrived, but at this moment, he couldn't even see Ling Xian's shadow, no doubt his face was lost.

"Junior, I remember you, I won't kill you if I don't kill you!"

The main power of the battle hall ravaged the world, and the words resounded through the galaxy. Anyone could hear it, his killing and determination in his tone.