Sword Master Ling Tian

With just the power of a palm, Xing Feiyang and others were unable to take it.

It was just a few breaths. Of the six people, one was severely wounded and retreated, one was blown into the blood mist with a punch, and the remaining four were the bones that were slapped with a palm and turned into powder!

At this moment, under the city of Pingyao, there was deathly silence, and hundreds of thousands of troops and countless human warriors above the city were completely speechless.

The expressions on their faces were completely frozen, and they couldn't believe what they saw before them.

As for that Xin Wenli was equally shocked, he had seen Ling Tian's strength very much, but he didn't expect it to be just a few breaths. Ling Tian defeated all Tianjiao.

"It seems that you are a little overestimated. You can't hold it with a single move, waste."

Ling Tian returned the sword into its sheath, stood with his hand held, proudly facing the sky.

At this moment, Pingyao city is silent.

Many of them had already heard of Ling Tian's name, but now they were able to see Ling Tian's powerful combat power, all with awe-inspiring souls.

Is this the new Longmen leader?

No wonder, this guy has the courage to fight against Prince Rong's Mansion, and has the courage to resist orders and disregard.

With such combat power, even Zhao Wenzhuo was beaten without the strength to fight back.

Could it be that only the powerful mid-primary powers like Zhao Wuliang can suppress it?

However, just when everyone was thinking about it and was shocked in their hearts, Ling Tian's figure in the sky suddenly flickered.

The next moment, he appeared in front of Zhao Wenzhuo.

"Hehe, now, do you still want to kill me?"

"Want to fight crystal, want to plant and frame? You rubbish, also worthy?"

Ling Tian looked at Zhao Wenzhuo condescendingly and cursed.

"Hmph, Ling Tian, ​​you don't want to be mad! I, Zhao Wenzhuo, can't beat you, so what?"

"My uncle Wuliang Zhao will be here soon, trust me, you won't live long!"

"Hehehe, you can't escape death after all!"

Zhao Wenzhuo was covered in blood, lying on the ground, smiling grimly.

He lost in front of everyone in Pingyao City, and all the glory no longer exists.

Now, he only hopes Ling Tian will die.

Only in this way can he balance in his heart.

"If you want me to die, how old is Zhao Wuliang?"

"Now, what you should care about is whether you have a life or not. You have seen Zhao Wuliang!"

"Die, pay for your stupidity!"

Ling Tian sneered, volleyed, just about to drop a palm.

Xin Wenli was shocked and entangled in his heart, but in the end he said: "Ling Tian, ​​you have to be merciful, he Zhao Wenzhuo, after all, is General Wang Ting, if there is a mistake, you can't kill him!"

"Stop talking nonsense with me, if you want to be your general, don't interfere!"

Ling Tian gave a cold snort, but didn't listen at all, and patted it with a big hand, just to kill Zhao Wuliang.

In front of the army, blasting and killing the general, Ling Tian's behavior was really arrogant.

That Xin Wenli Bei Lingtian scolded so, but he didn't dare to get angry.

He understood that he himself was not Ling Tian's opponent.

Moreover, he was not a member of the Zhao family, and he was so angry that he did not dare to say anything about Zhao Wenzhuo's actions.

"Dare you little bastard! Kill my nephew, and I, Zhao Wuliang, will leave you with no place to bury you!"

However, at this time, a long roar suddenly sounded in the western sky, the loudness of which made people deaf and embarrassed.

At the same time, the dim western sky also shone with a large spot of light, which illuminates the entire sky, which is extremely shocking.

In the next moment, a streamer came toward Pingyao City like a meteor.

The sound is made by this streamer.

Don't think about it, this is the Pingyang army coach who came to help, Zhao Jia Zhao Wuliang!

"Humph!"

However, the distance of Zhao Wuliang was still too far away.

Although his speed was amazing, he still couldn't stop Ling Tian.

Without stopping, the big hand swallowed Zhao Wenzhuo suddenly.

Zhao Wenzhuo, who had already lost all resistance, was slapped to death by Ling Tian, ​​following in the footsteps of Xing Feiyang and others.

The dignified third in the previous battle, the first Tianjiao of the Zhao family, died in front of everyone in Pingyao City.

People are embarrassed.

"Damn it, bastard, you are looking for death!"

"Yokogawa palm, kill me!"

Witnessing Zhao Wenzhuo being brutally killed by Ling Tian, ​​the hurriedly coming Zhao Wuliang, his eyes were splitting, unbearable, and the horrible anger burned. The next moment, he directly sacrificed a palm far away. In an instant, a huge vitality palm, suddenly Emerging above the sky.

Under the giant palm, almost 3,000 zhang surrounding areas around Ling Tian were covered.

Waves of black floods surging in it, like endless floods, Zhao Wuliang condenses into a giant palm, pressed from the sky, with the aura of destroying everything.

The power of such a huge palm made the soldiers above the camp panic, and even this palm was able to cover all the 20,000 soldiers led by Yi Zhongtian and others.

The purpose is obvious, that is to kill Ling Tian and the 20,000 warriors on the spot!

Yi Zhongtian, Pei Tianqing and others were all shocked, looking at the giant palm that fell from the sky, trying to escape, but found that everyone was suppressed by a powerful divine mind and could not move at all.

Even mobilizing vitality is an extravagant hope!

Wuliang Zhao is too powerful, they are like ants.

"Hey, Zhao Wuliang took the shot himself. This Ling Tian is no more than a junior, no matter how powerful he is, he is not Zhao Wuliang's opponent at all?"

"Yeah, Zhao Wuliang is the most tyrannical existence in southern Hebei. Ling Tian killed Zhao Wenzhuo. Now he must pay for his life, otherwise Zhao Wuliang will never give up."

On the city wall of Pingyao, everyone talked about it. Zhao Wuliang had been in southern Hebei for too long. Now he appeared, naturally, he felt that Ling Tian would definitely die.

Ling Tian is no matter how strong, but how can he compare with such an old monster?

At this time, Ling Tian, ​​who was standing under Yokogawa's palm, also felt the terrifying pressure of Zhao Wuliang's divine consciousness and the tremendous pressure brought by the great palm of vitality.

This is much more tyrannical than all the opponents he has encountered before.

Worthy of being an old monster in the middle stage of the Yuanshen, although Zhao Wuliang's strength is not comparable to Chen Xuanling and Wu Lian, but he is definitely more powerful than Zao Wou-ki.

The coercion brought to Ling Tian was unprecedented.

"Hehe, just like that, want to press me too? Dreaming!"

However, Ling Tian in mid-air, with silver hair flying, shouted, behind a pair of huge red wings, surrounded by bright light, suddenly unfolded, and at the same moment, the Taichu Sutra and the Dragon Sovereign Art in his body were all together. start up.

The boundless sea of ​​air, and the fiery blood, at this moment, are boiling together.

And Ling Tian's aura, also at this moment, once again skyrocketed wildly.