Sword Master Ling Tian

A wave of soaring pride and arrogance erupted from Ling Tian's body. Before the sea of ​​Qi, a hundred thousand sword shadows began to gradually converge towards the center under the urging of this fighting spirit.

On the edge of the pool, Qin Mingyue watched beautifully, his man's aspirations could overwhelm the world, and he was a real man.

Only with such a fearless and courageous belief can we go against the path of martial arts and reach the top.

Ling Tian sat cross-legged in the spirit spring, took a few deep breaths, and adjusted the high-spirited fighting spirit in his heart to the most extreme state.

Slowly opened his eyes, Ling Tian said softly.

"Great hidden in the world, Qianlong is in the abyss!"

In front of Ling Tian, ​​the purple sword was floating.

Whispering softly, Ling Tian stretched out his hand and brushed it on the blade of the purple sword.

"clank..."

The sword body trembled, as if responding to the fighting spirit in Ling Tian's body.

"Condition and soul, just today!"

With a low growl in his heart, Ling Tian released all his auras, and the vitality in his body suddenly turned crazily. The speed of the nine major vortices was getting faster and faster, and they were converging towards the largest vortex in the center, violently gushing endlessly.

Ling Tian didn't pay attention to this, just holding the purple sword, making his sword intent even higher.

Buzzing!

The purple sword in his hand trembled more and more violently, Ling Tian's body, the vitality tumbling, between the rushing, like the Yangtze River, it made a roaring sound, amazing power, and merged into the central sea eye.

Finally, when Ling Tianqi's surging vitality in the world reached a certain limit, Ling Tian shouted again.

"One hundred thousand sword intent, the sword follows my heart. Condensation and soul, ten thousand swords return to the sect!"

As Ling Tian's voice fell, the purple sword in his hand could no longer be supported, and he let it out, spinning frantically in front of Ling Tian.

And the 100,000 sword shadows gathered in the sea of ​​Qi also instantly scattered, rushed out of the body, and shot upward.

The mountains and rocks, formations, all as if nothing, one hundred thousand sword shadows broke from the top of Tianyin Mountain, and went straight for nine days!

At this moment, all sword weapons in the entire Yunzhou, whether they were re-sheathed or in their hands, trembled and wailed slightly.

All the kendo martial artists looked at the sword in their hands, dumbfounded.

In the abdomen of Tianyin Mountain, Qin Mingyue stood up slowly, staring blankly at Ling Tiankuangwu's clothes and long white hair, and the nine-colored sword shadows that surrounded him. It took a long time to speak.

"This...what kind of spirit is this?!"

At the bottom of Tianyin Mountain, Jing'an and Qin Tianya, who were sitting still, suddenly opened their eyes, feeling extremely shocked in their hearts.

The next moment, the figure flashed wildly and rushed out of the Spirit Gathering Tent.

"Qin Tianya, are you sure that this kid's martial soul is his mother's seventh-rank hidden dragon sword soul?"

Jing An yelled, her face extremely cold.

Qin Tianya pursed his lips, "Really... I can't believe it! What kind of spirit is this?"

He looked at the top of Tianyin Mountain, the billowing sword intent that wanted to break through the clouds, for a moment, he was also shocked.

Yunzhou, Qingtianzong Tian Forbidden Mountain.

Sect Master Ji Jiuxiao, who was sitting in the cave, suddenly opened his eyes from the meditation, a flash of light flashed in his hand, and a seven-color compass appeared in his hand.

The seven-color compass flashes with colorful rays of light, and thousands of phantoms appear from time to time, with beasts and fairy grasses. But at this time, a nine-colored halo suddenly appeared in the compass, and all the beasts and grasses retreated.

"What kind of martial spirit is this that can make the 9th rank martial soul shudder and retreat?"

Ji Jiuxiao's eyes surged, wanting to see the nine-color halo, but the halo in the center of the compass seemed to be obscured by the heavens, no matter what he was, he just couldn't see clearly.

In Yunhou Mansion, the chess piece in Yunzhou Hou Yunzhetian's hand fell, and a sword-shaped martial spirit blasted away from behind, shining the entire Yunzhou City.

"Yunhou, what are you?"

Opposite him, a beautiful woman in a palace costume looked horrified and asked tentatively.

"My sword in the cloud is not under my control at all. It automatically protects the lord!" Yun covered the noble face of the sky, and the horoscope was twitching.

"What? Is it because of that legend? The catastrophe of my Yun family has arrived?"

A hint of horror flashed across the beautiful woman's face, and she immediately said, "But Zhongzhou is going to attack us?"

Yun Zhetian shook his head, "I don't know, I can't track where the breath comes from."

After a long while, he stood up and said to the beautiful woman: "You immediately send a letter to your brother, let him inquire about it, there may be something wrong in Zhongzhou, especially if there are any descendants or masters of the prince's family who are staring today!"

"Great!"

Southern Tang Dynasty, Zhongzhou Imperial Palace.

The Emperor Wu of Nantang, who was sitting on the throne, opened his eyes, and a sacred golden light flashed in his eyes.

With a big wave of his hand, a map of the territory of the Southern Tang Dynasty appeared in front of him.

"Isn't it within the territory of my Southern Tang Dynasty?"

With a whisper, after a long time, Emperor Wu’s voice reverberated in the Wuji Hall, "Issued the imperial censor, thoroughly investigate all the martial artists in the Southern Tang at this time who are conspicuous or have a golden body, 8 ranks and above, submit the list, if there is any concealment. , Kill without mercy!"

Prince Gong's Mansion, in front of a very luxurious side hall, Liu Yiyi swings the willows in the demon wind, and the swordsmanship of the jade girl moves the wind and clouds.

Suddenly, there was a phoenix sound from behind, and You Tianyunhuang rushed out of his back and hissed up to the sky.

Liu Yiyi was also inexplicably flustered, and his sword fell to the ground.

"What's the matter? Could it be you?"

In Liu Yiyi's heart, a figure appeared inexplicably.

......

Within the Lingnan area of ​​Yunzhou, a sixteen-wing flying cloud chariot soars above the clouds.

Dai Bingde, the general manager of Yunhou Mansion, and Yunyang, the son of Yunhou, had a drink.

"Hehe, Yang'er, in this land of barbarians in Lingnan, why do you have to come with me this time?"

Yun Yang lowered his wine glass, with a faint smile on his jade-like handsome face, "Uncle De, I just retreat and hit the final stage of Ningpao, I am afraid that this body will be stiff when I stay there. It's just right to come out and relax now. Consolidate your realm. In addition, I heard that this time the Lingnan war is fierce, I am afraid that Cheng Feiyu has already gained a lot of exploits!"

Speaking of Cheng Feiyu, a trace of unwillingness flashed across Yun Yang's face: "If it hadn't happened to catch up with my retreat, he would never let him take the limelight this time!"

"Fine, if you want to have a chance, this time the Lingnan fighters are over. Cheng Feiyu is the treasure of the great general Cheng San. It is expected that the military achievements surpassed you, so don't be angry."

"Well, I understand Uncle De, I am not rushing to fight with her at this moment." Yun Yang nodded and said: "However, I heard before that Du Jinming of General Du's family was defeated by a sect in Lingnan. Sect brother, it’s really interesting. With Du Jinming’s temper, he actually stumbled in Lingnan."

"Du Jinming?" Dai Bingde shook his head, "It's nothing more than a dude, if it weren't for his master's mad sword generals Yu Qianbian and Du Wutian pampering him, he would have been wiped out by those sects of Heavenly Sect Yaowanggu It's ridiculous that the Nadu family still regards him as a trump card for the rise of the family!"

"Remember, you don't deal with Du Jinming for me too!"

Listening to Dai Bingde's scolding, Yun Yang, the Hou Shizi of Yunzhou, not only didn't have a trace of shame, but instead bowed his head again and again, with a look of being taught.

He didn't dare to be dissatisfied. He knew that this Dai Bingde had served three generations of Yunhou, and his cultivation level had reached the realm of Dharma and his reputation was extremely high.

"Du Jinming is just my minion to deal with those sect children, so Uncle De doesn't have to worry about that.

Hearing this, Dai Bingde nodded, and said earnestly: "Yang'er, you are the hope of the entire Yunhou Mansion. Your father's Marquis Yun is not hereditary. How many people are staring at this seat? Don't let Yun The Marquis is in your hands, I lost it!"

"Yun Yang, I will follow the teachings."

"Ok..."

Seeing Yun Yang nodded sternly, Dai Bingde was also pleased. He lifted the cup in his hand and was about to take a sip, but his momentum suddenly condensed. The movement of his hand stopped there, and his face changed suddenly!

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