Sword Master Ling Tian

Along with Ling Tian's scream, the terrifying power of Tianyuan condensed into the prisoner's dragon hand, already stretched out.

"Do not!"

Liang Han didn't think that Ling Tian would dare to attack him so violently.

Could it be that this guy is really not afraid of him doing the Heavenly Battle Hall?

But Ling Tian's big hand had already been grasped, Liang Han could only sacrifice a flying knife and strangle out, trying to smash Ling Tian's offensive.

However, Ling Tian's face was gloomy and his hands were solid, and his divine light was exquisite. Under a grasp, even the quasi-immortal soldiers were directly crushed.

With a big hand swept, he brazenly grabbed that Liang Han in his hand.

Even the aftermath of the prisoner dragon's hand is to fly all the martial artists around, and can't afford to seriously injure them.

Ling Tian today is far more tyrannical than he was in Fenglei City half a year ago!

"Ling, Ling Tian!"

"What do you want to do? Is it possible that you dare to kill me Liang Han?"

"Tell you, my grandfather is the deputy head of the Qiantian Battle Hall. He is now outside Jiucang Mountain. If you dare to move me, I promise that Jiu Cang Mountain is your burial place!"

Liang Han was scared.

Now that he was caught by Ling Tian, ​​even the top spirit treasure had no effect!

Even under the confinement of Ling Tian's big hand, the light of Lingbao had already shattered every inch.

What terrifying energy is this?

"Hehe, I Ling Tian is never afraid of threats."

"If you want to kill me Ling Tian, ​​then Qiantian Battle Hall is not worthy!"

"You can die!"

Ling Tian didn't pay any attention at all, and slowly clenched his big hand tightly, seeing Liangshan's Lingbao mask shattered.

"Ling Tian, ​​I advise you not to try to irritate me."

On Jiucang Mountain, Jiang Hao's voice sounded again.

"What are you?"

Ling Tianyao looked at the stalwart figure standing on the Jiucang Mountain, his big hand suddenly clenched, and with a puff, Jiang Hao, along with the top-level Lingbao mask, collapsed together!

Ling Tian squeezed Liang Han with one hand after he killed Zhang Heng in the Heavenly Battle Hall!

So far, Jiang Hao was the only one of the three great arrogances in the Qiantian Battle Hall.

"Damn it, Ling Tian in this wild state is damned!"

Outside the Jiucang Mountain, on the high mountain occupied by the Qiantian Battle Hall, the palace owner Jiang Heng and the others all turned red. If it hadn't been for the Hundred Sects Competition, they would have directly killed Lingtian.

When was he insulted like this when he went to Heaven Battle Hall?

On Jiucang Mountain, Jiang Hao trembled even more with anger.

Ling Tian actually dared to kill his two juniors in front of him.

Besides, what do you think you are?

Why is he so rampant?

But Jiang Hao was unable to take revenge on Ling Tian from the Jiucang Mountain because of his face.

However, after Ling Tian wiped out Liang Han, he didn't even look at the corpse. He slammed into his body and turned around to kill the black and white ghost envoy of the Thousand Corpse Sect in the Northern Territory.

Wherever he went, everything that stood in front of him was shocked to death by vitality and might.

It's terrifying.

The black-and-white ghost envoy who suppressed Liu Min Ranmin and the others also noticed Ling Tian's breath, and immediately grinned, one left and one right, and came towards Ling Tian.

"I didn't intend to touch you Thousand Corpse Sect, but you guys really don't want your face!"

Ling Tian sneered, even though the black and white ghosts combined, the combat power was even more terrifying than Liang Han.

However, he was still not in his eyes.

The Duer stick manifested in the hand, and the golden wings of light suddenly bloomed behind it. The next moment, the Duer danced, one left and the other right, and two stick shadows were directly rounded out!

"Suppress evil!"

"Exorcism!"

"Dare you wait for something shameful to be ashamed and conspicuous in front of my Ling Tian?"

"Die!"

Clang clang!

The sound fell, and the two stick shadows waved away, and the black and white ghost envoy was shocked when Ling Tianji sent out the sword.

Medium grade quasi fairy soldier!

The rank of this weapon in Ling Tian's hand is so high!

However, they wanted to escape, but it was too late.

With two muffled noises, the black and white ghosts directly shattered the quasi-celestial soldiers in their hands, and the two of them were swept out by clubs and fell to the ground.

The black and white ghost envoy under the Thousand Corpse Sect You Qiandan, a well-known genius in the Northern Territory, is now the same as that of Liang Han, and when he meets him, he is directly bombarded and killed by Ling Tian.

Completely, as if slaughtering pigs and dogs.

The shadow of the stick fell, and hundreds of warriors from the Southern Territory were directly killed.

Ling Tian's horror had already shocked everyone.

There were more than 10,000 warriors in Jiucang Mountain, all of them withdrew from the battlefield, and they didn't dare to take a step closer.

Outside the Jiucang Mountain, on the mountain peak where the Thousand Corpse Sect was located, the powerhouses including the Sect Master of the Thousand Corpse Sect also stood up together.

The black and white ghost envoy is a rare arrogant in the sect, and now he was killed without even being ranked.

"Haha, Lingtian in the Great Wilderness Prefecture, very good."

"I am very obscure, remember you."

In front of the throne of Thousand Corpse Sect, a woman who looked like You Qianshan sneered sneer.

It looks like a ferocious spirit smiling slyly.

On the golden platform of the Ten Thousand Buddha Sect, in the eyes of Master Jiansi Yiming, there is divine light gleaming.

"Interesting, I didn't expect that in addition to Wukong, there are people who surprise the poor monks. This Lingtian stick technique is my Buddhism heritage!"

Below him, a group of young monks also looked over, with fiery eyes.

Under the Jiucang Mountain, the battlefield is very clear.

On one side, there were less than four thousand warriors in the northwestern regions, and they were all injured.

On the other side, there are more than 10,000 Southern Territory warriors, but these warriors have a look of fear on their faces, and they keep backing away.

In the sky above the two sides, there is a figure hanging in the sky, with its back leaning on the sky and sky.

No one dares to take it lightly.

Today, in the North and South regions, except for the four Tianjiao who possessed the Martial Spirit of the Beginning, the other leaders on the total list were all killed by Ling Tian alone.

At this time, Na Mo Gu gave up attacking Qin Mingzhu, took the four puppets back, and protected him around him.

Ling Tian also crossed over, holding Qin Mingzhu in his arms.

"Fool, what do you hold on? Wuhun from the beginning, why not?"

Ling Tian frowned.

At this time, Qin Mingzhu had blood stains on his body. Although it was only a minor injury, it still made Ling Tian distressed.

Since he found Qin Mingyue in this realm, she has not suffered any harm.

"To deal with him, you still don't need Taichu Wuhun, and it's not the time when Taichu was born."

Qin Mingyue lifted the sword and broke free from Ling Tian's embrace, after all, so many people were watching.

"Well, leave it to me here."

Ling Tian squeezed Qin Mingyue's small face, then turned around, gradually focusing on Mo Gu's body.

"Night character Wuhun doesn't belong to you."

"Your life, I want it!"

There are only two sentences, but it seems to be a trial of Mo Gu.

"Hehe, it's ridiculous, you really thought that if you killed a few rubbish, the world would be invincible?"

"Ling Tian, ​​I'm Mo Gu waiting for you!"

Mo Gu controlled the four puppets, his eyes narrowed slightly.

"Ha ha……"

However, Ling Tian cast aside his gaze and looked at Wu Kong in the distance.

"Goku, you step back."

"The top ten of the overall list, whoever I let to be in can be!"