Sword Master Ling Tian

In this jade slip, the records are all the little supernatural martial arts they need, and these techniques can only be possessed by those who resemble Thunder Mountain Villa and the tianjiao who turned into a sword gate. ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​ −

It is the symbol of the top fifty on the Qingyun list.

Now, Ling Tian gave it to himself...

"Accept it, and practice more in the future. Two years later, there may not be no chance."

Ling Tian put aside his gaze and rolled his sleeves, and put all the jade slips around in the ring. Although the ranks of these techniques are only high-grade magical powers, they are nothing to them, but to the ordinary warriors outside, It is a rare treasure and an important part of the martial arts system of a sect.

Ling Tian always felt faintly that he would use this kind of sect's background things one day.

However, Ling Tian suddenly changed his expression and called Chen Zhong and others behind him.

Immediately, outside the hall, there was a sound of breaking through the sky.

The next moment, a figure walked in first.

The sashimi is sturdy in shape, dressed in dark red armor, holding a scimitar at his waist, his face is filled with evil spirits, and his eyes are gloomy.

"Blood-changing knife gate, Lu Bei!"

Chen Zhong whispered behind him.

Finally, they finally ran into it, but they were from the blood-smelling knife door.

Not only that, there were four people behind Lu Bei, all of them powerful.

Lu Bei himself has a higher ranking than Jing Cang, which is difficult to deal with.

"Hehe, you guys really have the courage to break the ground on my Lubei head, don't you really shoot to death?"

Lu Bei's face was savage, and said lightly.

Although there is no expression, it makes people feel cold.

This Lu Bei has always been a killer who never blinks.

While speaking, Lu Bei and the three people behind him all pulled out the scimitars from their waists.

Among them, the one in Lu Bei's hand was blood-red with a blade, named Blood Drinking Blade. It was among the best king's swords and ranked high. Now it is even more powerful after being tattooed.

Although it is far inferior to the quasi-immortal soldier, it is also much more powerful than the patterned weapon of an ordinary warrior.

Being treated like this by Lu Bei, Ling Tian naturally hadn't waited to speak. The Zhen Moran behind him could no longer wait. He stepped forward and said with a delicate chin, "Hey, Lu Bei, you breathe like this. It's not small."

"Hehe, what, Zhen Moran, do you think you have the ability to compete with me? Or, relying on the trash behind you?"

Lu Bei sneered, his body covered in blood mist, which had already begun to rise.

"Hehe, I am enough."

The short blade in Zhen Mo Ran's hand rotated a few times in his hand, and then held it firmly. The vitality in Qihai was shaking, and the momentum began to rise.

Killing Mo Yu of Thunder Mountain Villa with a single stab was not enough. What she wanted to challenge was always Jing Cang and Lu Bei.

Now, the opportunity has finally come!

As soon as Zhen Moran's words fell, Lu Bei's expression was completely gloomy, and he whispered, "It seems that you are really determined to fight against me, it's okay...Since you want to die so, then I will fulfill you! "

The blood-drinking blade in his hand burst into violent blood in an instant, and at the same time, the wind whistling, like a ghost crying, resounded loudly in this hall, very terrifying.

Worthy of being the disciple in charge of the Blood-Blooding Sword Sect, Lu Bei was able to arouse such a momentum in an instant, and even this sword intent was not far from the half-step realm.

Not only that, when Lu Bei released the sword intent, the blood-drinking blade in his hand burst into a thick blood-colored snake soul, which was poured into Lu Bei's true essence, and it trembled frantically. .

At the same time, Lu Bei's shoulders shook, and a seven-headed blood snake martial spirit was aroused behind him. This martial spirit was ranked among the ninth ranks, which was rare and powerful.

"Zhen Moran, no matter what happens to you, but I will let you understand the gap between you and me!"

Lu Bei, who was almost up to the top, gave a grinning grin and burst into the air. At the moment when a person is in mid-air, ten thousand Dao in his hand is offering a serpentine sword air, which winds like a blood snake twisting, and then is full of strength, with a snap, shattering the void, towards Zhen Moran Cut it down.

This knife is not only fierce, but also changes in its trajectory, like a spirit snake flying around, but people can't judge it at all.

Such a terrifying knife doesn't even need to hit the opponent, it's just the impact of a knife.

Can easily crush Xu Xuan Moyu and his like.

"The gap? It doesn't seem to matter."

Zhen Mo was not surprised. Facing Lu Bei who possessed such superb weaponry and martial skills, she was not panicked. Her pretty face was cold, but it aroused the anger in her heart. The next moment, she was shocked, and she immediately collapsed. It turned into a cloud of smoke, and disappeared in place at the moment that the **** sword light was cut down.

Huh huh!

But that Lu Bei's **** sword glow, as if it didn't stop hitting it, still whirled in the hall, while Zhen Moran had to disperse into smoke and leave the place in an emergency to avoid it every time he appeared.

"Haha, Dao Mang is slow!"

After finally evading more than a dozen times, Zhen Moran manifested from the air, with the short blade in his hand trembling with purple light, directly slashing the sky, and regretting the past.

Bang!

With a blast, two sword lights, one green and one red, shook in the air, and then shook.

However, Zhen Moran, who was shocked and withdrew, only took a few steps back, but behind him, the giant spirit tree martial spirit manifested and stopped steadily.

This move that Lu Bei originally had to kill was taken by Zhen Mo Ran.

Ling Tian watched from the edge of the hall, but his brows were frowning, because he saw that there were already a few scars on Zhen Moran's beautiful back. Her body style could not make her really avoid Lu Bei's killing. trick.

"Huh?! What martial soul are you?"

Lu Bei's complexion changed slightly, which was a bit unexpected.

Moreover, he retracted the blood-drinking blade, and he could even feel the insidious aura spreading along the sword aura.

Hum!

The blade shook suddenly, and the blood-light protective body isolated everything around it.

However, although Lu Bei could isolate this breath, the three disciples of the Blood-Swordsmen behind him changed drastically in an instant, as if suffering from some pain. After a while, they vomited blood and died.

"hateful!"

Zhen Mo Ran's poison was simply impossible to guard against, which made Lu Beiqi feel itchy at all, wishing to smash him into pieces.

"Hehe, it's me!"

A cold light flashed in Zhen Mo Ran's eyes, and he did not retreat, but his figure flickered. He suddenly appeared behind Lu Bei, above the short blade in his hand. The cyan flame burst out with a burst of sword air, like a cyan fire Phoenix, cut Swept out.

This cut is Zhen Mo Ran's magical power secret method.

Facing Zhen Moran's weird move, Lu Bei frowned slightly, stepped back, and then coldly shouted, "I'm afraid you won't make it?"

Immediately, the blood-drinking blade in his hand was raised horizontally, directly cutting out a sharp edge. The sharp edge was like a blood-colored dragon in the air, and the roar shattered Zhen Moran's blade.

Then the aftermath shocked and swallowed towards Zhen Mo Ran.

"what?!"

Zhen Moran cursed secretly, but he could only mobilize the weapon to block him.

clang!

With a loud explosion, Zhen Mo Ran was directly cut and flew out.

puff!

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and Zhen Mo Ran's face instantly paled, and even a crack appeared in the sword in his hand.

There is no way, no matter in the cultivation base martial arts or the weapon, there is still a gap between Zhen Mo Ran and Lu Bei.