Sword Master Ling Tian

"Hey, sure enough, although Ling Tian's cultivation base is far less than Yu Sen, the grade of the palm he displayed is far better than Yu Sen. It seems that it should be a martial skill of the quasi-xianshu level!"

"You guy is really terrifying, what's your background, you have quasi-celestial skills?"

"I heard that it is the top one in this year's Hundred Sects Competition, coming out of the Secret Store of Heaven."

"That's no wonder, maybe it's a technique from a secret store in the outer world."

Everyone talked a lot, and they were all shocked by Ling Tian's palm.

But at this time, in a palace on the top of Holy Sword Mountain, a figure shrouded in densely radiant sword shadows suddenly opened its eyes.

"Eighteen palms of the Shenlong? Senior Qitian's practice..."

After a whisper, the figure was hidden in the sword shadow again.

On the top of the mountain arena, Ling Tian also watched the fading golden dragon in his hand, and couldn't help but secretly praise.

With the Eighteen Palms of the Shenlong, he had just cultivated the first level of cultivation to the first glimpse of the door, but it was so tyrannical.

At this level of tyranny, it was enough to match the second seal of the Five Seals of Burning Heaven.

The old beggar really treats himself well!

"Ahem, Ling Tian, ​​don't be smug too early!"

"I, Yu Sen, haven't lost yet!"

On the edge of the ring, Yu Sen wiped off the blood that overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

Although he was shaken back, he didn't actually suffer much injury.

"From the beginning of the wood character soul, get up!"

Yu Sen re-suspended in the air, and this time a wooden character soul suddenly rose up behind him.

Although Yu Sen was not very powerful, the ancient martial soul of the primordial primacy, but it was very compatible with his attributes. After sacrificing the primordial moment, the aura of Yu Sen's whole person changed drastically in an instant.

The coercion of the cultivation base is almost terrifying, and it has skyrocketed steadily, making Yu Sen originally the imposing state of the Wuhuang realm, becoming even more terrifying.

"It's over, I only need a sword!"

"Ling Tian, ​​even if this sword killed you, don't blame me Yu Sen for being ruthless!"

At this moment, Yu Sen's face became abruptly grim, the long sword in his hand was shaking at speed, and the wood character soul evolved the might of thunder, and the blessed blade made the air crackle.

"Blue Sky Mu Lei Slash!"

"Break it for me!"

Yu Sen in mid-air condensed his aura to the pinnacle, and the long sword was also filled with vitality. The primary pinnacle sword domain was blessed on the sword's edge, and it was slashed towards Ling Tian with a single sword!

The strength of this sword light hung over the barrier of the ring, causing cracks to appear on it, showing how tyrannical this sword was blessed with all the strength in the beginning.

"Too early, then I am as you wish!"

Naturally, Ling Tian wouldn't underestimate the opponent. Yu Sen was originally a top arrogant. In terms of talent, he was definitely not under Jiang Hao. He is now at the Wuhuang realm cultivation base. This sword was cut with all his strength, which really shocked his heart.

However, Ling Tian didn't intend to hide his clumsiness anymore. At the beginning, the Qi Sea shook, and a golden war character behind him disappeared. Although it was only a short-lived, it was still blessing Ling Tian's momentum, and it suddenly skyrocketed.

On top of the Du'er stick blessed by the power of the domain, to deal with Yu Sen, there is no such thing as a magic weapon like the Longyuan Sword.

"Vajra has no phase, Yu!"

Ling Tian shouted in a low voice, facing the sword light falling from the sky in his hand, and swiped it.

clang!

At the place where everyone's eyes were focused, the sword light slashed heavily on the stick shadow, and the two primordial energies shook crazily, and the entire Holy Sword Mountain trembled.

"This is the strongest move in Yu Sen's swordsmanship, really scary!"

"However, Ling Tian's stick seems not bad, is he a stick repairer?"

"Although Ling Tian's primordial martial soul is disabled, the increase in combat power that burst out in an instant is still too strong!"

Everyone was in an uproar looking at the sword light and cudgel shadow stalemate above the ring.

The two killer moves unexpectedly began to stand in a stalemate, and no one can do anything about it.

"However, Ling Tian should not be Yu Sen's opponent, after all, Yu Sen's sword domain has reached the primary peak and will soon be the ultimate!"

Seeing that Jianguang and Gunying showed some signs of cracking, the disciples of Jiange still had confidence in Yu Sen.

"Is it over?"

Looking at this scene, many people thought like this in their hearts, but they didn't mean to laugh at it. As a newcomer, it was quite difficult for Ling Tian to force Yu Sen to display the Martial Spirit of the Beginning.

Yu Sen also looked at the shadow of the club that was about to collapse, and finally a smile appeared on his face. Although he could not directly defeat Ling Tian with a single sword, there was still a chance. However, he didn't wait for the smile to expand. The pupil shrank suddenly.

boom!

Above the shattering stick shadow, a dark red light suddenly burst out, and then a terrifying beast broke free from the stick shadow, and roared to the sky, the violent stick pressure directly attacked Yu Sen. The sword light collapsed.

"Hehe, your sword is too weak!"

Ling Tian raised his head slightly, smiled at Yu Sen whose complexion changed drastically, and immediately pressed the stick in his hand, Lao Hou blessed with surging power, and from an extreme distance, it spewed out like a tide.

Bang!

Although Yu Sen danced his arms and sacrificed energy to resist forcibly, the vajra was as thick as a mountain, and it was futile to allow Yu Sen to resist.

boom!

The weapon blade flew away, and the engulfing glow that swept down directly flew Yu Sen Zhenfei out and hit the ground fiercely.

puff!

A mouthful of blood mist couldn't help anymore, and Yu Sen squirted it out. At this moment, everyone looked at the figure falling among the gravel in amazement, and couldn't help taking a breath.

Today, Yu Sen's clothes are shattered, like a blood gourd, and the scars all over his body are cracked. It is conceivable that if he were not for the strong vitality of Emperor Wu, I am afraid that he would have been directly shattered by a stick!

This Yu Sen was completely defeated.

"Ma De, Ling Tian, ​​you **** really dare to hurt me, against my Yu Sen, you will undoubtedly die, and I will never let go of your brothers!"

"You wait for me!"

Yu Sen got up with difficulty from the ground, but the pain all over his body was far inferior to the ridicule of the sword-like light of all the martial artists around, making him like a thorn on his back, and his anger overwhelmed him.

"court death!"

Above the ring, a hideous color flashed across Ling Tian's face, and he leaped down, chasing directly in front of Yu Sen, his fist raised and he was about to fall.

At this moment, Yu Sen had no strength to fight back. Ling Tian's fist fell, even if he was immortal, he was probably going to be annihilated.

"Ling Tian stop!"

Right between the electric light and flint, a figure suddenly rushed out of the crowd and stopped in front of Yu Sen.

This person is dressed in a long qingshui gown, his big hand stretched out, and a palm was raised.