Sword Master Ling Tian

"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.

"Want to press me, wishful thinking, let me drive!"

Ling Tian shouted loudly, covering his body with the fire-colored light and shadow of the Dragon Race, and let Ling Tian see from a distance, as if he was a dragon warlord who had come out of the Dragon Region.

And its powerful divine consciousness also exploded at this moment. Although its divine power was just comparable to the mid-stage of the dollar god, the condensed God of Splitting Sword directly rivals Zhao Wuliang.

The God Splitting Sword didn't stab Zhao Wuliang this time, but directly cut it down in the air, directly smashing the divine consciousness coercion above everyone's head.

The divine consciousness imprisonment disappeared, Yi Zhongtian and the others ran away frantically, while Ling Tian sneered, holding the sky with his hands, directly condensed into two cloud-like hands, and rose into the sky!

Each of Ling Tian's two palms was a thousand feet in size, and in terms of the concentration of vitality, it was not much weaker than that of Henghe palm.

Suddenly, Pingyao City looked at the three giant palms of water and fire above the head, and they shook together.

In an instant, the sky fell apart!

The mid-level martial arts of the three primordial spirits were paired together, causing the entire sky to temporarily appear a vacuum.

Inside, even the air has completely evaporated clean.

Even that piece of space became extremely dark, the space was torn apart, and space storms rolled and flowed in it, like a huge black mouth that cannibalize people.

After a short dead silence, after a few breaths, the deafening buzzing sound rang in everyone's ears.

In an instant, the sound of the sonic boom, accompanied by the violent wind, swept the entire city of Pingyao. The 200,000 army, almost unable to safely fight, each had enough vitality to resist the crazy impact.

When the aftermath blew in, they looked at the core area of ​​the pair of shocks, but they suddenly discovered that under the sky, Ling Tian's figure had been shaken back.

However, it seems safe and sound!

Even, the breath is still extremely powerful!

The silver hair was flying, and the flaming dragon phantom surrounded him, but it did not dissipate!

Ling Tian was actually able to carry it down under the blow of such tyrannical power as Zhao Wuliang!

This made them couldn't believe their eyes!

Who is Wuliang Zhao?

This is an existence that makes Jizhouhou helpless.

It is the overlord of the entire southern Hebei!

It is precisely because of the existence of Zhao Wuliang that the Zhao family has prospered for thousands of years!

But now, a mere junior who has just won the leader of Longmen, can he stand up to him?

At this moment, not only the warriors inside and outside Pingyao City were astonished, but even Zhao Wuliang himself, who flew over Pingyao City, glanced at his hands in a daze.

He even felt that it was his own palm, except for what's the problem.

When he thought about it, this palm was enough to kill Ling Tian in an instant.

"Damn it, you junior, really **** it!"

Wuliang Zhao was ashamed and angry.

Failure to kill Ling Tian with a palm made his old face blush.

Immediately, he let his eyes look down at Ling Tian, ​​his pupils shrank slightly, from Ling Tian's body, he actually felt a deep sense of jealousy.

This young man is indeed terrible.

No wonder, this is the descendant of Ling Guogong!

Falling from the sky, Zhao Wuliang lifted the body of Zhao Wenzhuo from the pit.

Seeing his nephew's miserable death, he couldn't help shaking.

His elder brother has not been out of retreat so far. If he knew that Zhao Wenzhuo was dead, he would not know how to explain it.

And all this was done by this Ling Tian.

The only thing he can do is to kill this Ling Tian in front of everyone!

To calm the hatred in my heart.

"Zhao Wuliang? It seems that you are nothing but this, a lot of age, do you live on a dog?"

Ling Tian looked at Zhao Wuliang, who was hovering in the distant horizon, and couldn't help but sneer.

"Insult me? Then you go to die now!"

Seeing Ling Tian, ​​Zhao Wuliang dared to laugh at him like this, and immediately he couldn't bear it. He cursed and didn't give Ling Tian too much time to reflect. He raised his hand and punched him again.

boom!

With a punch, the vast multi-element energy has condensed into a roaring cyan lion this time, and the sky has been reflected in cyan for a long time.

The roaring sound oscillated in the sky.

boom!

The power of Zhao Wuliang’s punch has undergone earth-shaking changes. Although it is not as considerate as the palm of the hand, the bursting vitality of this punch is so strong that he is horrifying. Swallow.

Not only that, but with this blow, the world was discolored, and the martial artists evaded for dozens of miles around.

Zhao Wuliang's fierce shot was powerful and shocking.

"Ling Tian, ​​I want to kill you into dregs to comfort my nephew in the sky!" Looking at the war intent in Ling Tian's eyes, Zhao Wuliang who fell in the air couldn't help but sneer again and again, his expression extremely hideous.

"Haha, is it a fighter? However, this little lion is too weak in my eyes!"

Ling Tian snorted, facing this unprecedented powerful killer move, the flames all over his body surged, the dragon shadow hissed, the blood in his body instantly condensed on his arm, and next, a fiery red dragon turned into了morphology.

You Longquan, You Long World!

The flames boiled, entwining the Yanlong on Ling Tian's arm, and roared out at the moment when Ling Tian's fist blasted out. The Yanlong's figure, fused with powerful physical strength and vitality energy, was condensed, fundamentally Not bad that Zhao Wuliang!

With a punch, the coercion brought by Zhao Wuliang's punch was imprisoned, all torn to shreds.

Bang!

The punch that Zhao Wuliang dropped, carrying the boundless blue light and Ling Tian's dragon fist, shook each other, and immediately made a loud noise.

The mad world shattered, the wind dissipated, and the flame dragon roared.

boom!

Ling Tian was agitated all over his clothes, filled with crackling terrifying fire, and his long hair was hunting.

With a terrifying fist, Zhao Wuliang hummed and withdrew. On the other hand, Ling Tian was blessed by both physical strength and vitality energy, and the terrifying true essence inside his body was tumbling, making him retreat out of time, without being bombarded by Zhao Wuliang's punch!

Although it seemed that Ling Tian was still in a weak position.

However, it can also be seen as evenly matched.

But this scene surprised everyone including Zhao Wuliang again.

The latter's mortal blow was once again lost.

Ling Tian, ​​standing proudly in the sky at this time, was like an undefeated warrior, making people helpless.