Sword Master Ling Tian

"Who!"

Hearing this voice, Xue Qing and others were shocked.

Their spiritual thoughts had long since dispersed, but they didn't notice the existence of any breath at all.

This voice is really abrupt.

Xue Qing suddenly drew out a four-sided blood blade, his eyes swept around, "Who is there, don't pretend to be fools, come out for me!"

"Lao Tzu is Xue Qing from Xuanming Ghost Valley!"

However, before his voice fell, a figure appeared in the wind and snow before the snow boat.

The white clothes agitated, floating like an immortal.

"You...who are you!"

Seeing Ling Tian appearing, the people in Xuanming Ghost Valley were startled. They didn't even know this person. What's more terrifying was that they didn't even sense any aura of this person.

It's as if this person and this world merge into one.

"Hehe, who am I!? Seven days ago, didn't we meet in Wangxuelou there?"

Ling Tian was independent, and smiled calmly.

"Seven days ago? You...you are the pitiful Emperor Wu!"

Xue Qing was startled, full of unbelief, "No, how is this possible!? Could it be that you have changed your face!?"

"No! Brother, look at this person's face, how come it looks like Ling Tian who has withdrawn from the Nine Heavens Cloud Sea Pavilion?!"

However, someone from Xuanming Ghost Valley immediately recognized Ling Tian.

"What? Ling Tian!"

Xue Qing condensed his eyes, and then his pupils shrank suddenly, his face was full of horror, "Well, did you Ling Tian come to the Northern Territory?"

"No, run away!"

However, Xue Qing had already felt the murderous intent gradually rising from Ling Tian. He knew the horror of Ling Tian. In Xuanming Ghost Valley, perhaps only the two Tianjiao who possessed the ancient martial arts spirit of the beginning could contend with him. If his brother Xue You is not there, he can only run!

When the voice fell, Xue Qing grabbed the two Guigu disciples beside him and threw them at Ling Tian. Then, the blood mist raged all over his body, and he used the bleeding escape method and suddenly disappeared on the snow boat.

But the other Guigu disciples didn't even have the intention to kill, and fled in all directions with a bang.

"Haha, escape? Did you escape?"

With a bang, the two disciples thrown by Xue Qing broke apart, and then Ling Tian's figure flashed, and he appeared thousands of feet away.

Huh!

A large hand with vitality condensed into it suddenly stretched out, tearing the wind and snow, crushing the void, and then grabbing a screaming blood-colored figure in the hand.

"what!!!"

"Let go of me, Ling Tian! I am a disciple of Guigu, a **** of blood and soul, if you move me, not only will my brother not spare you, my ancestor of the Xue family will certainly not let you go!"

"If you let me go now, I promise to let the past go and I will never trouble you!"

Being tightly restrained by Ling Tian's big hands, Xue Qing couldn't get rid of with all his strength. Only then did he understand how terrifying this legendary Tianjiao was.

"Really? But Ling Tian has never liked threats. No matter how deep your background is, it has nothing to do with Ling Tian!"

"You have already started a murderous intention on me, so today, you can't escape death by waiting!"

Ling Tian remained unmoved, his vitality condensed into a big hand, still squeezing crazily.

Xue Qing's face was already flushed to the extreme at this time, and his whole body was about to burst, and the Emperor Wu rose up, even under the blessing of the early Wuhun, he was helpless and wailed frantically.

"Ling Tian! You are looking for death by yourself!"

"Even if I die, I will be waiting for you on Huangquan Road to see how you are killed by my mysterious ghost valley!"

"Let's wait and see!"

Bang!

However, as soon as Xue Qing's voice fell, it was directly squeezed and exploded by Ling Tian's big hands. The blood was stained with the wind and snow, and even the whole body was not left behind.

Reaching out to put Xue Qing's primordial martial arts spirit and storage ring away, Ling Tian flashed back to Xiao Qing's back.

In fact, the Phantom Sting Bee had long told Ling Tian Xue Qing's trail, but Ling Tian chose to do it at this time because it was already extremely deep into the ice field, and it was far away from the people, killing him Xue Qing without knowing it.

Other disciples of Xuanming Ghost Valley could not escape the crazy strangulation of the Magic Stinger Bee.

When Ling Tian returned to Xiao Qing's back, Leng Xuanye and the others were already dumbfounded, looking at Ling Tian like a monster.

"Hey, Brother Ling Tian, ​​you are really tyrannical. I still don't believe in the previous legend. Now it seems that among these younger generations, there are few who can compare to you!"

"That's right, the second disciple who can squeeze the blood and spiritual veins of Guigu with one hand is simply not a human being!"

After a long while, Yin Zheng and Xiao Tian, ​​who had been slowed down, were speechless.

But Ling Tian took out the Primordial Martial Spirit in Xue Qing's body and handed it to Leng Xuanye, "Brother Leng, you don't have the Primal Martial Spirit yet? This poisonous soul is not bad."

"This... Wuhun from the beginning, do you want to give it to our son?"

Leng Xuanye was startled and did not speak, but Yin Zheng and the two were shocked.

It's amazing, is Ling Tian so lavish enough that he can even give it away to people from the beginning of the Martial Spirit?

"No, Brother Ling, you have a great kindness to me. I can't ask you to be in the beginning. Although I don't have a spirit in the beginning, Leng Xuanye doesn't mean that there won't be any in the future."

However, Leng Xuanye shook his head and didn't ask for it.

"Yes, Brother Leng Tianzong's posture, this ancient-level primordial martial arts soul is not enough."

Ling Tian thought about it, but also felt that this Taichu didn't match Leng Xuanye, so he put it away again.

Leng Xuanye was very anxious. Ling Tian looked in his eyes and touched Xiaoqing. The latter gave a loud roar. The speed was driven to the extreme, and he disappeared in the wind and snow.

...

However, Ling Tian didn't know that when Xue Qing was squeezed and exploded by him, in the blood spirit cave of Xuanming Ghost Valley, a figure sitting in the blood pond suddenly opened his eyes!

This blood spirit cave is a top-secret place in Xuanming Ghost Valley. All previous ghost masters have come from the blood spirit line. The big reason is the existence of this blood spirit pool.

At this time, within this blood pool, it looked like an endless sea of ​​blood, with dark red blood surging, and even within it, there were blood spirits resembling various fierce beasts such as wandering dragons and unicorns, howling in pain.

In the middle of the blood sea, a figure suddenly stood up, and the snow-white body formed an extremely strong contrast with the dark red of the blood pool.

This man is extremely fit, with dark red hair dangling, and strong muscles all over.

"Xue Qing is dead..."

With a whisper, the person suddenly shot out from the blood pond, and walked out of the blood spirit cave in the blink of an eye.

At this time, this person had already put on a dark red blood robe, holding a jade bib in his hand, with a light spot on it, moving quickly to the north.

"Whoever you are, kill my brother Xue Qing in the Northern Territory, even if you fly into the sky, you can never escape!"

...

All the way, when Ling Tian and the three of them went deep into the Northern Cold Wasteland for 150,000 miles, the wind and snow had evolved into a raging Northern Underworld storm. The extreme cold and wind made Xiaoqing already struggling.

On Xiaoqing's back, the three of Leng Xuanye were covered by a fiery red bead above their heads, which was still able to withstand the biting storm.

But the ice-loving butterfly can no longer go out to find the keel-bone ice flower.