Sword Master Ling Tian

"This Ling Tian, ​​won the game just now?"

"Uh, it looks like it is, but this is too magical, right? The four disciples of Jiange shot at the same time, isn't this Ling Tian's enemy?"

"Oh, from this point of view, there is a sign of Qige's rise."

"Couldn't Jiange escape the fate of being trampled on by Ling Tian?"

The surrounding disciples gradually clamored, making Yu Sen, who became the focus, flushed like a monkey butt.

"hateful!"

With a shock at his feet, Yu Sen flew directly to the ring.

This time he was entrusted by Lin Zhi to find his place.

If you don't clean up Ling Tian, ​​not only will Yu Sen have been planted this time, but he will be even more shameless in going to the Dan Pavilion in the future.

By then, he would be ridiculed in Jiange, and he would no longer be able to look up.

"Ling Tian, ​​you still have some strength, but I'm different from Yu Sen."

When the voice fell, Yu Sen's shoulders suddenly shook, behind the Wu Huang glow, a shadow of the martial soul floated out, and the pressure was soaring!

As the third senior of Jian Pavilion, Yu Sen not only possesses the martial soul of the primordial primacy, but also cultivates the techniques and supernatural powers of very high rank, so the foundation of his realm is not comparable to others.

At the very least, he was much stronger than Jiang Xian, who was above the Hundred Sects Competition.

"The last round, this time, if you lose, can you win?"

Ling Tian stood with a cudgel, far from the panic that the three disciples of Jiange should have.

"Wishful thinking, if I lose, I will give you the quasi-immortal soldier in my hand!"

"However, that won't happen."

"I want to see, you, the registered disciple of the sword pavilion, how can you be able to pretend to be in front of my sword pavilion disciple."

Yu Sen let out a cold snort, and his eyes were even more angry. If today even a disciple of Qige who is just getting started can't solve it, then his face will be ashamed!

"boom!"

Yu Sen shook his big hand, and the bright blue light burst out from his body, directly turning into a blue gold lion in his hand. Although the lion was just a phantom of vitality, it spread out with amazing fluctuations.

The rank of this supernatural power martial skill will never be lower.

"Swish!"

Yu Sen stepped out, clenched his fist, and blasted out suddenly. The shadow of the green lion instantly kneaded out, and the air was torn apart at this moment, and the sharp sound of breaking wind sounded harshly.

The howling beast roar shook under the Holy Sword Mountain, shocking all the disciples.

"Hey, is this Yu Sen's super-grade supernatural power boxing technique?"

"This boxing technique has been practised by Yu Sen to the realm of great success. It must not be underestimated!"

Yu Sen blasted out a punch, and the terrifying prestige caused a great uproar.

Facing Yu Sen's offensive, Ling Tian raised his brows slightly. If he had been before, these magical powers would still be a little troublesome for Ling Tian.

The super-level supernatural powers are already on the same level as his previous Dragon Fist, and coupled with the realm of Yusen Wuhuang, the power of a punch is absolutely broken.

But now, Ling Tian didn't take it seriously anymore.

Super super supernatural powers only!

Ling Tian also didn't choose to use the Du'er stick. In addition to improving his cultivation level this month, he had also practiced the old beggar's eighteen palms of the dragon. Immediately after holding it, the golden light burst from his palm, directly Turned into the shadow of a golden dragon.

Ling Tian danced with his hands, and the majestic dragon aura directly blended into the palm of his hand, immediately letting the dragon shadow on his hand open the dragon eye, and the golden dragon shadow instantly split into one of the three. many.

A vigorous force radiated away.

"What kind of hand is this?"

"It seems that the rank is higher than Yu Sen's Qingmu Huashiquan!"

When the three dragon shadows appeared on Ling Tian's palm, there was an exclamation around the ring, which was obviously shocked by Ling Tian's martial arts.

"Shenlong Eighteen Palms, go!"

Roar!

Ling Tian's big hand suddenly pressed down, and Long Ying roared up to the sky, and immediately rushed out in anger. The terrifying force formed a huge concave arc in front of it, and the ground of the lower ring was cracked at this moment.

"Boom boom!"

That Yu Sen was filled with fierce punches, and when he came into contact with the pressure of Shenlong's eighteen palms, he exploded and exploded, unable to compete with Ling Tian's palm.

"This is so possible?"

Ling Tian's palm shadow grew bigger and bigger, and the three dragon shadows finally filled the ring and shattered all the boxing shadows, while Yu Sen was already in shock under the palm.

The punch he had just sacrificed, since he was promoted to Emperor Wu, has never been disadvantageous, even in the Yunhai Pavilion, it is a rare exercise.

You know, although Wuhuang Realm can practice quasi-xianshu above super-grade magical powers, how many quasi-xianshu in the entire sect?

What's more, the quasi-xianshu and other techniques are all in the Tibetan Martial Hall, and he is not strong enough to touch it at all.

But with Ling Tian's palm, he would be able to break his shadow to pieces so easily. Could this be a quasi-xian technique?

However, Yu Sen was too late to be astonished, and a light flashed in his hand, and a wood-colored long sword appeared in his hand.

Although this long sword is of wood color, it is covered with a faint light of thunder, and it is undoubtedly a quasi-immortal soldier!

And the quality is also good in the low-grade quasi-immortal soldiers.

"Ling Tian, ​​use a weapon than me, don't regret it!"

After all, Yu Sen's weapon suddenly cleaved, and at that moment, the air around him, a thunder light suddenly appeared out of thin air, condensed into a blue thunder light sword aura, and slashed towards Ling Tian's divine dragon palm print.

Yu Sen's sword seemed to be made in a hurry, but Ling Tian could feel the mystery of this sword technique.

It's worthy of the world's swordsmanship, but the swordsmanship that Yu Sen has cultivated is so tyrannical?

Even if its rank is not considered quasi-celestial art, it is almost the same.

"cut!"

Yu Sen stared coldly at the three-day dragon shadow that was rapidly enlarging in his pupils, and suddenly heard a low drink. Suddenly, the blade full of thunder light slashed on his palm.

clang!

A loud, crisp and piercing noise suddenly resounded above the sky, and immediately afterwards, an extremely violent energy shock also burst out from above the sky.

The energy shock swept away, and the figures of those who were close nearby hurriedly retreated, and golden lights flickered around the ring, resisting the eroding energy wind.

When resisting, everyone’s eyes locked in the air without blinking. The sword Yu Sen sacrificed was the seventh-ranked magical sword technique in the Wuhuang Realm of the Zangwu Temple. Under Quasi-Xianshu, practicing to the last sword-like state, it is enough to match Quasi-Xianshu!

Although Yu Sen has not yet reached that point in his training, he is still able to use his Wuhuang realm cultivation base to extinguish Ling Tian's remaining power.

After all, Ling Tian's palm is just Yu Wei.

Clang clang clang!

But the first weight of the eighteen palms of the Shenlong sacrificed by Ling Tian was the Quasi-Xianshu. The three shadows of the Shenlong were not fatigued, one after another, they hit the sword's edge.

When the last shadow of the dragon fell, the sword light presented by Yu Sen shattered directly, turning into a sky full of thunder and scattered.

puff!

With a muffled hum, Yu Sen was shocked back and forth again and again, and finally stopped at the edge of the ring!

One palm, just one palm!

Not only did it smash Yu Sen's punch like a ruin, but now it was the swordsmanship that he thought Ao could not resist!

This Ling Tian's palm is so terrifying?

"Haha, the third disciple of Jiange, but so."

Long shadow dispersed, above the ring, Ling Tian's figure was suspended there, a blue and white shirt was inconspicuous, but the flying white hair seemed to be covered with a layer of sacred light.