Sword Master Ling Tian

"Who are you?"

The scarlet blood eyes of Tier 4 Dou Wang suddenly shrank, looking at Ling Tian, ​​and said viciously.

The human race that appeared suddenly could shatter his coercion with a wave of his hand. This level of cultivation was already quite impressive.

However, this human race screamed in a silver-green gown, and it seemed that he was only twenty years old. Although he had silver hair, his face was red and white, he was clearly a descendant of the human race with a prosperous life.

At this age, is the strength so strong! ?

"General!"

"General, why are you here?!"

However, the Tsing Yi human race had not yet answered, and then Ouyang Ke and Nalanjun exclaimed in exclamation from behind.

"What! You are the general of the human race Anbei Ling Tian!?"

Tier 4 Douwang exclaimed, and the color of his hideous face finally changed!

Ling Tian's name is now a thundering among the Hungarians, and even has become a fierce and evil character.

One person led a million human races and killed all the eight million armies of the four tribes, which is unprecedented.

Although the other four tribes were angry, they were also quite afraid of Ling Tian's combat power.

And everyone in the Lin family sat slumped and looked at the young man standing with hands on top of their heads. For a while, they were all dumbfounded.

This...Is this the immortal Ling Tian?

This is the general Ling Tian who rescued Jizhou warriors from fire and water?

Looks like this is too young, right?

Is he really that powerful?

Among the crowd, Lin Miaoyin looked at Ling Tian, ​​his eyes full of admiration and determination.

She clenched her fist tightly, her heart secretly firmed down.

"The youngest of the Lin family, thank the general for his life-saving grace!"

Knowing the identity of Ling Tian, ​​a group of Lin family martial artists fell to their knees, repeatedly kowtow.

Now they have gone through the front line of life and death, and walked around the gate of the ghost. This feeling of aftermath made them tremble.

Ling Tian ignored the astonishment of the Tier 4 Fighting King, and then his hands were emptied, and the kneeling Ling family was lifted up, faintly said: "You will leave here immediately and go inside the city. Don't worry, you don't have to flee your home. When I fly to the sky for one day, I definitely won't let the people be displaced by the war again."

"I, protect you from worries forever!"

"I will obey the general's orders, and the general will take care!" The Lin family warriors were grateful and left toward the city of Shu Bei.

"You also go back."

Ling Tian looked at Ouyang Ke and Na Lanjun again.

The latter glanced at each other, without any hesitation, also retreated to Shu Beicheng.

They all felt a different strength from Ling Tian's body.

The current Ling Tian is unfathomable, making it impossible for them to see through.

In five days, Ling Tian seemed to have become extremely powerful again!

"Human Lingtian, do you look down on me?"

"I am Bolt, general of the Khitan tribe of the upper four tribes of the Hungarian!"

Seeing that Ling Tian didn't put him in his eyes at all, the fourth-order Dou Wang was immediately furious!

He is a dignified fourth-order fighting king, and he is highly respected in the clan.

"Bolt?"

"Yes!"

"Oh, it's really the same black, are you running fast?"

"what?!"

Bolt said shyly: "Human! What do you mean? I run? Why should I run!?"

"Do you think that if you can kill that Wan Yanlun, you dare to challenge me? He is just a **** in my eyes!"

Ling Tian shook his head, his patience was finally exhausted.

"It's nothing, it doesn't matter what your name is."

"Anyway, it's all about to die."

When the voice fell, Ling Tian stretched out his hand lightly, and directly grabbed it towards Bolt and the Dou Wang Dou Jiang behind him.

The seemingly unremarkable shots, and even the vitality of the surrounding space, did not experience any fluctuations.

This scene made Bolt want to laugh a little funny.

But the next moment, his face changed drastically in an instant.

Because he suddenly felt that after Ling Tian stretched out his hand, the space around him instantly rioted, and an extremely hot breath rose, and the next moment, a big hand that covered the sky and the sun appeared out of thin air!

This big hand appeared too suddenly.

Moreover, it is too huge and terrifying, and even the space seems to be imprisoned. They are all locked in an instant. If you want to escape, you can't!

This is really terrible.

He Bolt, never experienced such a fearful thing.

"Second prince, save me!"

Bolt saw that big hand was held, but no matter how hard he struggled, it was useless, and immediately he could only scream in surprise.

However, it was too late.

Ling Tian's big hand made with true essence was too fast. With a sudden squeeze, Bolt and a group of fighting kings and generals were all in the palm of my hand. The next moment the booming sound turned into a road The blood mist disappeared between heaven and earth.

In the air, the form of the great hand of Zhen Yuan gradually disappeared, but that piece of space has already become pitch black, and even the space has been crushed and can only be slowly repaired.

As soon as everyone in the Lin family entered the city, they turned around and saw this scene, and they were immediately stunned.

This immortal big man really has a fairy-like combat power!

Squeeze the Tier 4 Fighting King casually?

This, this is too scary.

"Hehe, the cold-blooded Huns are really beyond my expectation. If a Tier 4 Fighting King dies in front of my eyes, you can be so calm..."

"Why, hiding there, still wanting to sneak attack on me, can't you?"

However, just withdrawing his hand, Ling Tian, ​​who was behind his back, suddenly looked in the other direction of the sky and said with a faint smile.

In the city, Ouyang Nalan and the others were all watching from a distance, this time, and even more surprised.

Who is Ling Tian talking to?

Is it possible that there are still Hungarians here?

However, after Ling Tian's voice fell, the direction he was looking at, the space fluctuated, and the next moment, a black, but covered with golden lines, the Hungarian slowly emerged.

The Hungarians seem to be different from the previous Hungarians.

Except for the appearance of a stronger head, its wings are larger, and the entire wings are golden.

The golden light is brilliant, just like gold casting.

His face is still hideous like a ghost, but on his forehead, there is a group of golden totem, like a fierce beast, and there are only three lines around the totem.

This, impressively has six lines!

This turned out to be a Tier 6 Fighting King!

Whole, two orders higher than Nabolt!

In the Hungarians, the standard judgment of lines is combat power.

This is unique.

The more lines there are, the stronger the combat power.

This sixth-order pattern proves that its combat power is already comparable to the power of the human race primordial spirit in the late stage!

Even more powerful than the normal late stage soul!