Sword Master Ling Tian

"I don't know how to live or die, I just used 70% of my combat power just now!"

Wan Yanlun looked gloomy and indifferent. The blow just made her face completely lost and almost capsized in the gutter. He made up his mind, not to have reservations, to make a quick fight, otherwise, even if he killed this Lingtian, he wouldn't even want to raise his head in front of other tribe kings in the future.

"Wait and watch what you are doing, kill all the people below for me!"

Wan Yan Lie shouted angrily.

Those Hungarian fighters who were shocked by Ling Tian immediately came to their senses, and two million troops were overwhelmed. Although the forward corps led by Pei Tianqing and others were tyrannical, they couldn't stop them all.

For a time, the Hungarian army, which stretched for dozens of miles, quickly charged to the line of defense set up by Cui Zhan.

"Haha, brethren, it's time for us to show the limelight and stand up to them for me!"

Suddenly, Cui Zhan shouted loudly, and rays of light rose up on the defense line, building a front line with gaps.

The two armies shook each other like a mountain. Countless Hungarians were stopped, and some of the Hungarians rushed in from the gap, and some troops from the rear took over and started fighting.

All of a sudden, the Hungarian and Chinese armies really began to fight for their lives.

"Hehe, human race, despair, you and your army will be buried here today, and I will let you blood flow into a river!"

Wan Yan Lun Yin smiled again and again, and didn't want to delay going with Ling Tian at all.

His hands hidden in his sleeves fell completely, and a strange purple flame lingered between his palms, and in an instant, the extremely hot pressure suddenly diffused.

call out!

The moment the flame pressure reached its peak, Wan Yanlun shot directly, and his figure disappeared again, but in the void, the pressure was just like a substance, evolving into a huge wave of flames, and finally turned into a giant palm, swept over it. Ling Tian was completely obliterated.

Rumble!

The waves rolled, one after the other, and a terrifying momentum erupted in the mutual impact. Ling Tian was like an ant under the monstrous purple palm of fire.

After seeing Wan Yan Lun doing his best, Cui Zhan and others' faces became serious. Wan Yan Lun's combat power was indeed terrifying.

But the fighting kings in the Hungarian army sneered again and again. They hadn't seen King Qiang Jie make such a move for a long time, and Ling Tian was bound to be bombarded to death alive.

"Little human race, there is more than one hundred and eight thousand miles away from the upper clan like me, and soon you people will know where the gap is."

The Dou Kings looked grim and mocking flashed in their eyes.

One by one was determined, but the scene where Wan Yanlun was shaken out just now was completely non-existent.

However, facing the giant palm that Wan Yanlun had fallen, Ling Tian didn't panic, clenched his five fingers, swung the thunder sword away from the fire, and directly greeted him.

Bang!

The sword energy collided with the palm light, and in an instant there was a loud noise violently, and waves of terrifying aftermath spread out wildly.

Flames flew, electric lights swept across, sword light crisscrossed.

Everyone's hearts suddenly throbbed, and they were all shaken by the loud noise, as if they were being knocked hard.

Many people with poor strength snorted and quickly stepped back several hundred feet.

Huh!

This time, Ling Tian's figure finally moved. He took three steps back in one breath, and the blood in his body was madly digesting the huge fighting energy energy he had taken with each step back.

Wan Yanlun's palm is very impressive.

"It's kind of a doorway, it took me only three steps to take a palm of my hand!"

Wan Yanlun succeeded in a blow, her expression sullen, and her true essence became more agitated. The flame waves agitated by it in the air rippled like an ocean, and the impact force seemed to squeeze the space and deform it a little.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

In the blink of an eye, the two played against each other several ways, and every blow made the battlefield tremble slightly.

A different color flashed in Ling Tian's eyes. Wan Yan Lun was indeed a bit powerful, far beyond King Xianbei's ability.

Moreover, the Qiangjie King's purple flame fighting spirit is very strange, the energy is pure, and the physical body is not bad. He has injured his body several times, but has not been able to severely damage it.

Ling Tian encountered such an opponent for the first time.

Moreover, Ling Tian understood that the eight tribes had unique battles in hand. When he was beheading King Xianbei before, he had seen the opponents use the Xianbei battles. Under the skyrocketing combat power, Ling Tian used thunder Lihuo Sword used the Sanyang True Fire Slash before beheading it.

Now, this Wan Yanlun has not yet used the battle.

"puff!"

The two were antagonistic attacks, and finally Ling Tian once again slashed on the same wound where the previous sword fell. After Yan Lun's blood was gushing, Ling Tian's sword was torn apart from behind.

"hateful!"

Wan Yanlun was so embarrassed and angry at this time that he couldn't help Ling Tian even with even killer moves.

Moreover, on the battlefield at this time, his two million army did not even sweep the human race.

The battlefield of that human race completely restricted his army.

Even his fighting kings, without the third-order fighting king, were killed by those masters of the human race one after another.

If this continues, even if the Hungarians can win, they are doomed to suffer heavy losses.

This kind of victory will only make other tribes laugh!

Now, only if the Ling Tian in front of him is killed strongly, he can directly suppress all the human masters and sweep the human army!

"This is what you forced me!"

"I have been for hundreds of years, and I have never performed a Qiang Jie battle in front of the human race!"

"Today, you can die under the battle of Qiang Jie, you are proud enough!"

Wan Yanlun's complexion was extremely hideous, and the next moment, he put his hands on his chest and muttered words in his mouth.

Immediately, the wings on his back flapped suddenly, and the purple flames in his body violently violently turned into a fierce beast, enveloping his entire body.

And Wan Yanlun's body has become full of bone spurs, becoming more ugly and evil.

But his aura and coercion, at this moment, skyrocketed to an extremely terrifying level!

"Ling Tian, ​​accept my trial by King Qiangjie, die!"

Suddenly, King Qiangjie screamed, his hand stretched forward suddenly, and on his palm, there was a purple and black weapon blade that looked like a sharp claw, and a fierce beast's soul was wrapped on it, and it grew up to one hundred and seventy meters. , Extremely powerful!

The weapon soul in this weapon is already even more powerful than Lao Hou.

Although not a kingly weapon.

But it is definitely the top heavenly weapon under the king's sword!

Following the sharp claws he photographed, he directly smashed the void and squashed the sky towards Ling Tian. The fierce power immediately enveloped Ling Tian.

At the moment when Wanyanlun started the battle, the entire battlefield was enveloped by this powerful pressure. The human army, at this moment, was completely suppressed. The Hungarian army roared one after another, fighting kings and fighting generals. , They all started their own battles and pushed back the masters in the human army.

Stimulated by this battle, the Hungarian army has finally risen!