Sword Master Ling Tian

"Why are you yelling at me!"

"I'm obviously not defeated, I can still fight!"

"I don't want you to protect..."

Ran Hongfu bit her red lips, even though he couldn't hold the Euphorbia in his hand, he just refused to retreat.

"Have you enough trouble!"

"Now is the critical moment of life and death, you still want your self-esteem and pride!?"

"Life is important!"

Looking at the red eyes of Ran Hong, most of the anger in Ling Tian's heart dissipated.

However, this scene fell in the eyes of the demons below, and it was a bit too untimely.

What are you doing! ?

Why does it seem to be flirting?

Hello, are there any mistakes?

Lingyu Village is now in disaster!

Na Hun Tun looked over the faces of Ling Tian and Ran Hongfu, and suddenly remembered that he was still fighting, and immediately raised his spear and pointed it at the two Ling Tian.

"Huh!"

"You two, what are you whispering about there?!"

Ling Tian and Ran Hongfu looked at them sideways almost at the same time.

"roll!"

Hunchly: "???"

"Don't grind, wait for you to heal, kill whoever you want!"

"But now, you save my life!"

"Go down!"

Ling Tian yelled angrily, and suddenly pushed hard with his hands, which pushed Na Ran Hongfu down.

"Smart, take the village master down to heal your wounds!"

Immediately, Ling Tian turned around and looked at the dumbfounded swallow who was still dumbfounded.

"Now, it's my turn to take care of you."

Compared with Hun Tun, Ling Tian looked extremely thin, dressed in coarse linen, and looked like a beggar from the monster race.

However, the only thing that can make Ling Tian look different is that crystal white hair that shimmers like silver light, and such a delicate and human face.

Of course, this does not play any role on the battlefield, on the contrary, it will draw inexplicable hatred.

"Damn, who the hell!"

"Sister Pao is soaking in front of our Heifengshan army!?"

"But let alone, this little lion looks really handsomer than our bull clan!"

"Fart, what's so good about Little White Face? Our Black Wind Mountain Barbarians have the bloodline of Lei Si. We rely on our strength!"

Behind him, the Demon Emperor was babbling, Huantun also suddenly ecstatic, pointed his big hand at Ling Tian, ​​and sneered: "Boy, although I don't know where you are, but this ability to pretend is not weak, but, With your bones, I am not afraid that Lao Tzu will tear you to pieces?"

At this point, the power of that majestic demon clan's blood erupted from its body like a mountain torrent, and that momentum far surpassed the top demon emperor, and was even more powerful than before.

This demon has half-footed into the realm of the demon clan's dispersing immortals!

"Today, no one can save this Lingyu Village! If you want a hero to save the United States, then go to **** together!"

When Tun Tun sneered down, he stepped out, and the blood flickered, and he appeared in front of Ling Tian in the sky. With the palm of his hand, there was a thunder light rolling faintly on the black gun.

"Hehe, the tone is not small."

Ling Tian looked at the surprisingly powerful Huantun, his palms were slowly closed, and the black spear from Hunyye's hand also emerged.

This black spear looked similar to Hun Tun's weapon, but it was a level worse, but there was no way. The worst weapon in Ling Tian's hand was far beyond the imagination of the monster race, and it was useless at all.

Inside and outside Lingyu Village, countless eyes focused on the two opposing figures in the sky. They really wanted to see if this seemingly weak monster race was really capable of saving the village.

In the demon domain, power is admired, no matter what kind of demon race, as long as you have the power, you can be respected by the demon race.

In that Zhaimen, Bai Ling, who was injured but still reluctant to come out, was also nervously looking at the confrontation in the sky, but her small face was full of worry and anxiety. Although she knew Ling Tian was powerful, the opposite was black wind. Master of Shanda!

"Hey...that's the patriarch of the Barbarian Bull tribe. It is said that that guy is almost at the immortal level." A demon girl whispered, her voice full of panic.

Demon Clan Sanxian, this realm is too strong in their eyes, thinking that the strongest village owner in their entire cottage has not yet reached this level.

Although they had vaguely heard some Ling Tian's not easy from the mouth of the Punjab, it was obvious that for a while, they would not be able to shake the fierce power that they had known for so many years.

"Don't worry, Jin San'er killed the muddy wild with three moves in the Leiyuan Mountains, and it seemed that at that time, he didn't waste much energy at all." Although Bai Ling was also a little worried in his heart, it was obviously at this time. It's impossible to show it, but he still bears the worry and smiles slightly.

"What!? Did you kill the muddy wild with three moves?"

The demon emperors in the village couldn’t help being a little dumbfounded. Although the wild wildness couldn’t be compared with his Laozi Huantun, they were also the demon emperors of the third-tier peak, but Bai Ling said, this looks so young. The Demon Emperor actually used three moves to kill the wild field.

Not only them, but also the village master Ran Hongfu, who was healed by everyone's hands and feet, also flashed a hint of surprise in his eyes.

She hadn't really asked the details of the previous battle.

This guy……

Ran Hongfu pursed her mouth, but couldn't help looking at the back figure in the sky.

Although a little thin, the silver hair is...really handsome...

Pooh!

Ran Hongfu, what are you thinking about!

Don't be ashamed!

"Hey, the village master, I look at you, and I'm not worried about Brother Jin San'er. This kid is a ghost. I'm not sure. He shouldn't be able to make a move. He is as clever as my monkey, and he is the most accurate to see the demon!"

Monkey Ji Ling also patted his chest and said.

"Hehe, maybe, it's a Meng Lang guy."

The blush on Ran Hongfu's face faded slightly, and then her beautiful eyes looked at the thin figure holding a black gun in the sky, and there was a hint of hope in her eyes.

Maybe... he can really save Lingyu Village, anyway, she has nothing to do.

In the sky, Ling Tian didn't pay attention to the surprised gaze over the mountains and plains. He just stared at the black gun in front of him safely, his mouth still raised the indifferent smile.

He really wanted to mix into the Demon Realm in a low-key manner, but his strength didn't allow it.

But as soon as Ling Tian took out the black spear, his pupils shrank suddenly, and the black demon spirit all over his body became restless.

"This black wind gun is my son's wild thing, how can it be in your hands!?"

Ling Tian held a spear with a black spear in his hand and sneered, "You stupid bull, can't you even guess this?"

"Then your **** son died in my hands, and I squeezed it with three tricks!"