Sword Master Ling Tian

The voice of the other party fell, and the warriors of the Western Regions in the inner courtyard all looked at Ling Tian in the middle of the crowd.

Now, the other party has already named the surname and is looking for Ling Tian.

"Ling Tian, ​​this group of **** things killed all our brothers in the outer courtyard. This time it was damaged, almost a thousand people!"

Liu Min flew over from a distance, his eyes flushed red, and he was about to run away in anger.

"What? Broke more than a thousand of our brothers! Are they impatient to live!"

Ran Min was furious, with a pair of tiger eyes staring like copper bells. If Ning Cai'er and the others hadn't been dragging them desperately, Ran Min would have killed him with a long knife.

"Big Brother Ran, Brother Ling Tian hasn't spoken yet, what are you anxious about!" Ning Cai'er's face flushed.

"Ling Tian, ​​the one with purple armor is the disciple of Nanhua's head teacher, Xin Youzhi!"

Zhang Jing's face was tense, holding the long Qiong quasi immortal blade firmly in his hand, and whispered behind Ling Tian.

"Ok."

Ling Tian nodded, and could not see any expression on his face.

"This time, do you want to make a move?"

Ling Tian asked suddenly.

"I... I want to try."

Zhang Jing glanced at Chang Qiong in his hand, and pressed his mouth tightly.

"Row."

Ling Tian flew down directly from the square.

Suspended between the warriors of both sides.

Xin Youzhi brought three thousand people.

Although they are not as good as the warriors of the Western Regions in terms of numbers, their cultivation and combat power levels are much stronger than those of the warriors of the Western Regions.

Xin Youzhi fixed his gaze on the flying out Ling Tian, ​​and suddenly smiled lightly: "I thought you wouldn't dare to come out..."

"But don't worry, I won't do it myself."

"You don't have to look like you are facing an enemy, anyway, you can't escape death."

Xin Youzhi's tone was frivolous, sounding like he was joking.

But it made everyone feel the cold arrogance and killing intent in their words.

It seems that he is confident that he can kill all the warriors of the Western Regions.

However, Xin Youzhi had been waiting for Ling Tian to answer, but he never heard Ling Tian answer.

"Ok?"

Xin Youzhi frowned and anger gradually rose on his face. In his opinion, Ling Tian's hypocritical manner was nothing more than making a lie.

However, Ling Tian leapt directly over Xin Youzhi's people, and then stretched out his hand to press on the formations of the inner and outer courtyards behind him.

Hum!

A light curtain surged from above the formation, covering the entire inner courtyard, just like an upside-down bowl, directly sealing the inner courtyard.

"What the hell?"

"What is he doing?"

"Is it crazy?"

"I think this kid must not dare to face us, he was frightened stupid!"

The Southern Territory warrior looked dumbfounded, and had no idea why Ling Tian made this move.

"Are you Ling Tian!? What are you going to do? Think that Xin Youzhi has the patience and you can't spend it here?"

Xin Youzhi pointed the long knife in his hand to Ling Tian who flew back to the middle of the two warriors, and said angrily.

However, Ling Tian still ignored Xin Youzhi, he couldn't draw his sword, his aura had never dispersed, and he didn't mean to make a move.

He turned around and looked at Zhang Jing and others, "The inner courtyard has been sealed by me, and no one can get out."

"More than a thousand of our brothers cannot be folded here like this."

"Blood debt, when blood is paid."

After Ling Tian said it, Zhang Jing was the first to fly down, holding Changqiong, and narrowing his eyes, "Hehe, that's natural, today, these three thousand Southern Territory warriors, don't even want to leave!"

what?

When Zhang Jing descended from the square, the three thousand warriors of the Southern Territory looked at each other, their faces gradually rising in surprise.

That's right, just surprised, without any fear.

What they were surprised was that Ling Tian was so arrogant that he dared to seal up the inner courtyard and demand them to pay for it.

They couldn't help but laugh at Zhang Jing's words.

"Hahaha, that's a real laugh? Don't let us go? Why, I still want to kill us!"

"Yes, it's really ridiculous, just rely on you? Sealing this place is tantamount to cocooning yourself!"

"This is also just right, we will have to hunt down one by one in a while in the province."

"Also, isn't this person any jade-faced swordsman from the Western Regions? He once came to our sect and wants to learn from the big brother!"

"Yes, it is this person, but what kind of thing is he, even if he was a slave to the big brother, he was not qualified!"

The disciples of the South China Sword Sect laughed.

"Zhang Jing?"

Xin Youzhi also looked at Zhang Jing and said, "Unexpectedly, it was really you."

"You and I can be regarded as acquaintances. Today, I can let you go, but I still have that condition. You want to be my slave to the sword."

"The dying person doesn't need a knife slave."

Zhang Jing held Changqiong in the scabbard and said coldly.

The sound of a knife slave sounded like a thorn in Zhang Jing's heart.

If he doesn't pull it out, he won't be better in this life.

It turned out that he had never forgotten this matter.

"Presumptuous, even something that is not worthy of a knife slave, dare to talk to the big brother like this? I come to Nanhua disciple Xiang Liu, and I will kill you!"

With a shout of anger, a Nanhua disciple was carrying the best king soldiers, and then he was killed.

The long sword carried a blue light, and this Xiang Liu ranked fifth among this group of warriors in the Southern Territory. Although he might have an immortal soldier in his hand, the sword in his hand was among the swords of the king, ranking extremely high.

The power of Xiang Liu's domain is also very good.

If it were Zhang Jing's original combat power, perhaps he would have to make a few more moves.

But now, Zhang Jing is no longer the same!

"Back then, Nanhua insulted me, I will return them one by one!"

"Cut me with one knife, are you worthy too?"

Zhang Jing snorted, and suddenly pulled out the long Qiong quasi fairy blade in his hand, swept it down, tearing the sky, like a thunder in a clear sky, and an electric switch arrived.

Quasi fairy soldiers!

Na Xiang Liu was taken aback in his heart, and his whole body was cold, but he didn't have time to move, so he was cut in two directly by the knife light.

Zhang Jing's knife was too fast, almost in the blink of an eye, it shattered all Xiang Liu's resistance.

Now Zhang Jing's domain power is advancing by leaps and bounds, and he is not far away from the domain.

With the quasi-celestial soldier in hand, how could this Xiang Liu be comparable?

Killing Xiang Liu with a single blow, Zhang Jing held Changqiong in his hand and pointed directly at Xin Youzhi, "We should also forget the account three years ago."

"Huh, relying on you, are you qualified to challenge the big brother?"

The Nanhuazong disciple was still going to fight, but he was stopped by Xin Youzhi.

"Fine, since he wants me to take action so much, then I am satisfied with him. Anyway, it is the dying man."

Xin Youzhi flew out of the crowd, facing Zhang Jing away.

"Hehe, it seems that you are really good in this outer secret store. Now, even the quasi-immortal soldiers are there. If you want to come, your combat power should be ranked fourth in the Western Regions, right?"

Xin Youzhi glanced at Zhang Jing's hand, Chang Qiong, and said suddenly.

"Hehe, Zhang Jing is just an unknown person. Behind me, there are many masters. To be honest, many of them can destroy you."

Zhang Jing sneered.

Hearing that, in the square, Ran Min Qin Shaoyang and others held their shoulders and sneered and shook their heads.

What Zhang Jing said was true. Perhaps in Xin Youzhi's eyes, their group had three or four quasi-celestial soldiers, which was pretty good.

But the other party would never expect that there are as many as eight people who have quasi-celestial soldiers, including Lingtian, and there are five people who have both quasi-celestial soldiers and top-level spirit treasures at the same time.

"what did you say?"

Xin Youzhi frowned. He was indeed evaluating Zhang Jing and the others' combat power. Now he knew that Hou Li was dead, so to count, this group of people should have three top spirit treasures and four quasi-celestial soldiers.

After all, his own person is so strong that he has swept through the ruins of two Tiangang star positions and obtained a quasi-immortal soldier and a top-level spirit treasure.

"Believe it or not, my Chang Qiong is enough to fight you!"

Zhang Jing did not want to say more.

"Haha, Zhang Jing, don't think that you can be unscrupulous if you have a quasi-immortal soldier. The gap between you and me is far beyond your imagination!"

Having said that, Xin Youzhi suddenly pulled out the quasi-celestial blade in his hand, and purple light wings bloomed behind him, and the force of the majestic domain spread out and swept all directions.

"Hey, you deserve to be the top arrogant of the Southern Territory, this guy's domain power has far surpassed the junior level!"

"Yes, the power of these fields is much more powerful than Kuuma."

"It's not even close to the elementary consummation."

Feeling the violent power of the field like a wind blade cutting his face, the warriors of the Western Regions all exclaimed again and again.

This Xin has ambitions, and indeed has arrogant capital.

"At the beginning, I gave you the opportunity of three tricks, but now, I only pay two dollars!"

The corners of Xin Youzhi's mouth were raised, and the quasi-immortal soldiers were covered with both hands. Above the purple blade, the light suddenly appeared, controlling the true essence within the domain, forming a sharp blade of light that was like a substance, and cut it down from mid-air.

Before he completely fell, Zhang Jing was oppressed and shuddered. The mountains, rocks, and trees under him were all shattered!

"My jade face swordsman Zhang Jing, I would rather die than be humiliated!"

The steel teeth squeaked, and in the trembling, Zhang Jing, holding the Long Qiong war blade, suddenly roared up to the sky. There were blood on his face, and his black hair was stained with blood. At this moment, he was like a war **** with a sword.

The pair of light wings behind also suddenly bloomed.

Although the power of the domain is far less than Xin Youzhi, he still directly condenses a white jade sword light, soaring out!