Painting of the Nine Immortals

In the cave, the blood of the mouth of the strong man was bleeding, and he looked at Ling Xian complicatedly.

There are shock, bitterness, and fear.

Just **** broke his magic gun. What a powerful force?

"It was another move to defeat. How strong is this person?"

"What a terrible power is definitely pushing the existence of the same level!"

"No wonder he said that this time the Xianfuzong will not be at the bottom again. Such a terrible power is even possible to impact the top three!"

The crowd was shocked, and there was no contempt for Ling Xian's eyes.

Too powerful. One stroke defeated the monks in the early days of the Holy Land. Such a terrible power, even the monks in the middle of the Holy Land, dare not belittle it!

"Who is the fifth person?" Ling Xian's expression was calm, as if she had done a trivial thing, rather than suppressing a strong man in the early stage of entering the holy realm.

"You are strong, but I want to try."

A middle-aged woman stood up, the golden excalibur emerged, and her intentions were clear and sharp.

"Come on." Ling Xian smiled slightly, still not getting up.

The middle-aged woman is a little stronger than the strong man, but it is just an ordinary monk in the ninth state and has no qualification to get him up.

"Watch out." The middle-aged woman looked dignified and the golden excalibur glowed brightly.

In the next moment, the sword of Wanzhang emerged, and the edge shone brightly and violently.

"Nice magical power, but unfortunately, it can't hurt me." Ling Xian smiled at the corner of her mouth, swiping her fingers, and the power of the sky swept out, shaking the sword.

Click!

The magic sword cracked, and the middle-aged woman coughed for blood, and her face paled.

This scene made the audience more shocked. I did not expect that even the fifth-ranked middle-aged woman could not do anything in Lingxian's hands.

"Who is the fourth person?"

Ling Xian faintly opened his mouth, so that everyone was refreshed, and Qi Qi turned his eyes to a man in Tsing Yi.

Facing everyone's expectation, the man in Tsing Yi rose up and stared at Ling Xiandao: "I am a monk in the middle of entering the Holy Land. Are you sure you want to fight beyond the ranks?"

"There are two purposes here, one is to win a good ranking for Xian Fuzong, and the other is to move the bones."

Ling Xian smiled lightly, and the monks in the early stage of the holy realm were not his one enemy.

Only the strong man in the middle of entering the sacred realm can let him recognize something.

"It's a moving bone."

The man in Tsing Yi took a deep look at Ling Xian and said, "Since you are determined to fight, then I will complete you and lose, but don't blame me for not giving you face."

Having said that, he spooked behind Ling Xian ghostly, falling with one palm, and cracking the sky.

"Good speed." Ling Xian looked calm, punched out, and Di Wei swept through.

boom!

The aftermath swept through the void, but failed to smash the mahogany chair.

Not because the mahogany seat was indestructible, but because Ling Xian was sitting on it.

He stood as tall as a mountain, let alone a **** corner of his mouth, without even a trace of movement.

"Why can't even the strong man in the middle of the holy realm?"

"This is too strong. Is he really human? How do I think he is a pure blood true dragon?"

"What a terrible strength, I regret that the strong man did not fall in the middle of the Holy Land. He is stronger than we think!"

The crowd was shocked. I did not expect that it would be rare to see a leapfrog, and they would come to life.

"No wonder you are so arrogant."

The man in Tsing Yi sneered, and between the knots and seals, nine magical lights emerged. Although there was no great momentum, everyone was shocked.

Too powerful, just the momentum, let the monks in the early days of the ninth realm twitch.

"Nice magical power." Ling Xian's eyes were deep, his hands invincible fist marks, the magical light was rushing into the sky, and the world was fiercely shocking.

Suddenly, the whole cave sky shook violently, and it was difficult to bear the strength that he took seriously.

The next moment, Emperor's fist turned empty, regretting the nine magical lights.

boom!

The loud noise shook the sky, and the aftermath swept away. Except for the gray-clad old man and the red-haired old man, the rest had **** mouth corners, and they receded.

It is too powerful. Fortunately, they are not in the center of the explosion, otherwise they will die.

puff!

A spurt of blood spurted and the man in Tsing Yi retreated a hundred feet before he could barely stabilize his figure.

The face was pale and filled with shock and fear.

The same is true of everyone present, even the most powerful red-haired old man has set off a huge wave in his heart.

Because Lingxian had nothing at all, let alone vomiting blood, he didn't even stand up.

This is really incredible. Even Meng Changhe, who knew he was strong, had never thought of it.

You know, the man in Tsing Yi was a strong man in the middle of the sacred realm, and he would suppress it. It was unbelievable that he would not even suffer a little injury!

"Is it dazzling? How could he be safe?"

"It's so abnormal, it's a monster!"

"It's unbelievable that if he was a monk in the middle of the sacred state, then that's it, but he's just the beginning of the sacred state!"

Everyone was horrified. With the power of the early days of the Holy Land, to suppress the strong in the middle of the Holy Land, and still without any harm, how powerful is this?

"Sure enough, he is the pride of heaven." The red-haired old man took a deep look at Ling Xian, blinking with fear.

"Lost in your hands, not wrong." The man in Tsing Yi smiled bitterly, realizing the gap between himself and Lingxian.

Although he is higher than Lingxian, his foundation is too inferior enough to bridge the gap in the realm!

"Who is the third person?" Ling Xian said lightly, with a low volume, but as shocking as Huang Zhonglu.

Because whenever he said this sentence, it meant a shock, and it seemed that it had become a difficult spell to break.

Everyone wanted to know who could suppress Ling Xian and break the spell.

"No need to compare, I confess."

An old man in white sighed softly and said, "My strength is almost the same as him. You can suppress him without injury, and you can naturally defeat me."

Hearing the words, everyone sighed, and took the accident for granted.

As the old man in white said, Ling Xian could suppress the man in Tsing Yi without any harm, and naturally he could also suppress him.

Looking at the audience, only the strong in the late stage of the holy realm can qualify for a battle with him.

At the moment, everyone is turning their eyes to the gray-clad old man, because this person is the second being in the last sorting battle.

In other words, he is the next Lingxian to challenge.

"No wonder Meng Changhe is so energetic, you are really strong, but there is only a dead end to me." The gray-clad old man looked somber and did not conceal his intention to kill.

If there were no Lingxian, Meng Changhe would surely be at the bottom. By then, the resources of Xianfuzong would be divided up among the eight gates.

More importantly, he can push a force close to himself to replace Xian Fuzong.

At this moment, everything has come to naught. Even if Ling Xian loses to him, Xian Fuzong can be ranked third!

In this way, can the gray-clad old man not hate?

"I don't think you have the ability to suppress me." Ling Xian said lightly, and to this day, he has joined the eight extreme realms, and has broken the four realms.

Such a deep foundation is enough for him to bridge the gap between the two small realms!

"Arrogance!"

The old man in sneer sneered and said, "Boy, I will let you taste the regrets."