Sword Master Ling Tian

deep sea.

Above the sea area three thousand miles away from the stronghold of Jiuxiao Yunhai Pavilion, the turbid waves here are empty, the sky is gloomy, and the smell of evil and blood is everywhere. The dark water makes people look at it and feel extremely uncomfortable.

Xiaoqing walked through the sky, Ling Tian stood on his head with his hands under his hands, his spiritual thoughts spread across the sea, but his brows became more frowning.

Here, he has sensed the breath of dozens of human warriors, and they are not weak!

Among them, there is an existence that resembles Xiao Ari's breath.

The inner strengths and mental methods cultivated by the Nine Heavens Cloud Sea Pavilion are roughly the same, so the breath that comes out is easy to identify.

But at this time, these auras were all mixed together, and there was even a tyrannical aura comparable to Sanxian.

Obviously it was a group of people in the Valley of the Evil.

Sure enough, the disciples of Qige were still surrounded.

"Found them."

Ling Tian let out a cold snort, and his feet shook, Xiao Qing understood it, pressed the cloud head, dived into the sea, and shot towards the breath.

Behind him, although Zhang Ming and others were surprised, they still followed from a distance.

The distance is enough for them to flee when the situation is bad.

...

Bang!

Above a piece of sea, Di Guang, the big brother of Qi Pavilion, holds the quasi-xian soldier mysterious golden sword in his hand, and protects the four Qi Pavilion disciples behind him. Opposite him, a sharp burst of light bursts out from below the sea surface. Sword Jianqi stopped, but because of the fierceness of the sword, blood was sprayed violently and fell from a high altitude.

"Master!"

Behind him, the four Qige disciples who were already covered with scars suddenly exclaimed, but apart from their blood-red eyes, they had nothing to fight back.

At this time, all around them were grinning pirates in the Valley of the Evil, and they were all powerful martial emperors with profound cultivation.

"You protect yourself!"

However, not far from the Qige disciple, a warrior with a spear in his hand stopped a leader of the highest cultivation base in the island of the Evilman Valley.

The golden spear in his hand was like a dragon, and between the rivers and the seas, he stopped the powerhouse of Tier 4 Martial Emperor Peak.

And this person's cultivation is no more than the peak of the soul, and he has not yet advanced to the emperor.

"Huh, the little **** in Wushuang City, just want to do bad things about Lao Tzu by himself?"

"Today, you don't want to save these disciples of the Nine Heavens Cloud Sea Pavilion!"

"Lost Soul Clock, shake me!"

However, the Wuhuang pinnacle expert on the opposite side shook the man's spear with a single knife, and a **** clock suddenly rose from behind him.

"Top Lingbao Falling Soul Clock?!"

The warrior holding the golden gun saw the black bell rise, and was shocked, but it was too late at this time. The blue and black clock suddenly buzzed, and the sound wave set off a monstrous wolf swept over it, causing the golden gun warrior. Yihai was in a trance for a moment.

puff!

At this time, a blade of light also cut down the golden spear warrior immediately afterwards.

Although the latter had a golden gun in front of him, he still clicked, the gun body burst, and his figure was also shaken into the sky.

A mouthful of blood spewed out, and this warrior was seriously injured in an instant.

"Hehe, ignorant boy, fight with my grandfather from the Valley of the Evil, you are still a bit too tender."

The Emperor Wu who succeeded with the sword put away the blue and black clock and dropped it from the sky with a long sword.

"Hmph, it's just the benefit of Lingbao. If it weren't for this, I won't lose!"

The golden gun warrior will get up from the sea.

Although the chest was bloody, his eyes were very firm.

"Hehe, I am not afraid of you at all when I use Lingbao, but I just want to solve your group of little dolls earlier!"

"Otherwise, Boss Shen will blame it, and we don't want to be punished."

The Emperor Wu walked down step by step, and the long sword in his hand was already raised.

"So now, you child of Wushuang City and that disciple of Jiuxiao Yunhai Pavilion are going to die. I heard that you are still the most talented disciple among the younger generations of Wushuang City. Killing you, I am afraid I will make a great achievement, haha !"

When the words fell, the Emperor Wu smiled grimly, and cut it down with a single knife.

The earth-shaking sword qi tore open the sea, and the warrior holding the golden gun directly underneath slowly closed his eyes, and could only wait to die.

"Hehe, move my disciple, wait for the damn!"

However, at this moment, a scream of anger, like the sound of a nine-day sword, came from tearing the sky. Before the emperor Wu was astonished, a roar suddenly emerged from the bottom of the sea, covering the sky and the sun. Above, a white figure swept down from the air, and a stick figure flew from the sky, covering the Emperor Wu.

what! ?

Feeling the terrifying coercion above the stick shadow, the Emperor Wu in the Valley of the Evil was shocked, and when he retracted his long sword, he slashed the sky!

clang!

The knives and sticks shook each other, and the space burst in the sound of explosion.

The huge impact caused a tsunami in the entire sea area.

And that Emperor Wu snorted and was directly retreated.

"Who!!"

The Emperor Wu rushed out of the water mist, but saw that the huge black shadow was a terrifying behemoth, and before the behemoth, a figure was suspended in front of the Wushuangcheng disciple.

From behind him, several figures swept down together, repulsing the Emperor Wu who surrounded the disciples of the Qi Pavilion.

"Master!"

Little Ari rushed to Di Guang, and looked at the miserable appearance of the brother and sister, tears bursting into her eyes.

"Ari!"

When Di Guang was rescued, he was surprised and delighted when he saw that the people who came were Ling Xi, Huang Xiao and others.

Jiuxiao Yunhai Pavilion unexpectedly came to help at this time!

"Jiuxiaoyunhai, Qige Lingtian!"

Ling Tian Qing Cang floated into the sky, looking at the tens of warriors in the Valley of the Evil Man in front of him, awe-inspiring.

His whole body, looking at the golden gun warrior behind him, a smile was raised at the corner of his mouth, "The young man is Wushuangye Gucheng!?"

"Exactly, Ling Tian, ​​the top of the list, did not expect that you and I would meet here."

The golden gun general stood on the surface of the sea, looking as if he knew Ling Tian.

"Hehe, when I saw you today, Ye Gucheng really deserves a reputation. Today you rescued my disciple of the Qige, out of righteousness, I have inherited this love and righteousness from Ling Tian!"

Ling Tian smiled happily.

Unexpectedly, Ye Gucheng, who had never appeared in the final battle of the Hundred Sects Grand Competition, would come to this deep sea.

"I was going to kill the people in the Valley of the Evil, it's not a kindness."

That Ye Gucheng temples were scattered and chaotic, already shaky.

"You will heal your wounds for the time being. After I kill these wicked people, you and I will talk in detail."

Ling Tian said, throwing down a bottle of pill.

"Damn it, don't the younger generations put my villain in their eyes?"

At this time, the Emperor Wu who was holding a long knife suddenly roared, almost bursting with anger.

Ling Tian and Ye Gucheng talked like no one, where did they put him?

"Are you Shentu Jue?!"

Ling Tian turned around and looked at the Emperor Wu with a sharp eye like a sword.

"Hehe, dealing with your group of little babies, it's not worthy of my boss Shen to do it, and come here in the Valley of the Evil Man!"

The Emperor Wu smiled angrily.

"I haven't heard, since you are not Shen Tujue, then all die!"

Ling Tian shook his head, but after putting away the stick in his hand, a big hand suddenly raised, and three golden dragons suddenly appeared, and the next moment, the sky fell down like the sky.

"Damn, what are you!"

The Emperor Wu suddenly became furious, and when he raised his long sword, he drew a blade of light to meet him.

But when Ling Tian's condensed palm prints of the three dragons formed and fell, Wu Huang's expression changed drastically.

"No! It's Shenlong Eighteen Palms!"

"Run, run away!"

The Emperor Wu exclaimed, but at this time it was too late to escape. Shenlong’s eighteen palms were so tyrannical. Even if the fighting power of the Emperor Wu was comparable to a half-step Sanxian, he was still pressed by Ling Tian’s palm. Above the sea.

The dozens of wicked Gu warriors around it also failed to escape, and were all drowned under the giant palm.

boom!

The palm prints into the sea, and the dragon roars on the bottom of the sea again and again.

After a dozen or so breaths, it calmed down.

However, as Ling Tian raised his hand, only a cloud of scarlet blood remained on the surface of the sea, spreading along the waves.

Shenlong eighteen palms out, all the valley of the wicked is dead!

"Okay, so strong!"

From the back, Chi Huanhuan of Tianyin Pavilion couldn't help but see this scene.