Sword Master Ling Tian

These third-class blood souls are almost seven or eight! And there are extremely powerful existences like midges and scarlet blood.

If there are still others, then others really don't have to live.

Du Jinming's face was already dull, his expression frozen.

Looking at Ling Tian, ​​he suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness.

It was like a stone under his feet, one day it suddenly turned into a big mountain and pressed on the top of his head. This feeling made him crazy.

"Hehe, if you don't come out yet, do you want me to ask you to come out?"

But at this moment, Dai Bingde sneered looking at the jade medal of military exploits.

"what?"

"What does De Lao mean?"

"Could it be that there is still a blood soul in it?"

"Yes, it looks like not only there are, but also very special, able to resist the absorption of the merit list!"

Suddenly, everyone's nerves regained their energy and looked at the case.

"Hmph, if that's the case, you're welcome!"

After a long while, the jade card still did not respond, Dai Bingde's face was taken aback, the golden pen in his hand turned into a sharp sword, and he slashed directly.

"Snapped!"

The jade card was broken.

But a blood soul with a little golden glow in the dark red suddenly rushed upward!

"Haha, the little prince of the strange tribe, do you still want to run?"

Dai Bingde laughed wildly, squeezed in his hand, and a cloud-shaped hand held the blood soul in his hand.

"The blood soul of the golden red color, the golden blood of the barbarians!"

"Oh my God, it's really the first genius of the strange tribe!"

"Ling Tian killed even Aojie!"

This time, not only the generals of the city lord's mansion, but also Cheng Sanjin and several of his generals suddenly stood up from their seats, looking at the blood soul in Dai Bingde's hands, shocked!

The golden blood of the barbarians, the blood soul of the golden blood soul has never appeared in the Nantang and the human race for many years.

The golden bloodline is too important to the barbarians, just like the royal family of the Southern Tang Dynasty. Although the golden bloodline is not very pure, it is still enough to grow into the king of the barbarians in the northern part of Mang Mountain.

And this kind of golden bloodline that hasn't grown up will be doubly protected. Once they grow up, they will rarely fail.

Even if they are lost, they can evaporate the power of their blood and escape to heaven.

But even so, Aojie was still dead.

Died in the hands of Ling Tian.

"What the **** is Ling Tian, ​​Aojie was killed by him! And look at the time that kid just paid for the blood soul, Brother Cheng, isn't this trying to steal your limelight!"

Behind Cheng Feiyu, a martial artist suddenly said.

"Damn it, these local dogs in Lingnan!"

:^1o

Cheng Feiyu's face was already gloomy.

Ling Tian killed Aojie, and even if he took out more blood souls for a while, he would still fall short.

This time the ceremony of meritorious service has not yet ended, and Lingnan's meritorious service is already at the top of the list!

And he himself, a thousand-for-all calculation, exhausted all the strength of the Qingjia army, wanting to fight for the first name in the battle of Lingnan, he can't!

"Ling Tian, ​​I remember you, wait for me!"

Cheng Feiyu gritted his teeth, whispering word by word.

"Ao Jie..."

Yun Yang was also shocked when he saw that blood soul, and even shouted out.

"Damn! Even if you die, you will suffer the insult of your human race! Yun Yang, my grievance with you has not yet ended!" The blood soul body's Aojie looked at Yun Yang with bitterness, weeping blood.

"Haha, yes, but you have already lost the qualification to end with me!" Yun Yang said with a hand.

Since this Ao Jie died in Ling Tian's hands, he would naturally not place Ao Jie in his equal position.

"you!"

Aojie was about to yell, but he felt that his only remaining bloodline power was already being swallowed frantically by the case, and it was this point of divine consciousness that had collapsed, that is, a moment of time.

"Hehe, Yunyang, don't be proud. Although I am dead, don't think about it! You are not his opponent. In Yunzhou, he will step on your head and fly into the sky! Hahahaha, I am here! Waiting for you on Huangquan Road!"

After all, Aojie Yangtian laughed wildly.

"What do you mean?" Yun Yang's eyes flashed and he became cold.

Ling Tian, ​​who had been wandering around all the time, heard the words and looked at it, but there was no wave on his face.

Before this Aojie was dying, he had learned conspiracy and tricks.

"Presumptuous, a barbarian blood soul also wants to separate my human race! Kill it!"

Dai Bingde's expression changed, and with force in his hands, he was about to crush Aojie's blood soul.

"Don't think that our barbarians don't know why the Southern Tang King Court cast this merit list, haha, use them as tools, you wait..."

Before Aojie's death, the crazy words were so fast that they were instantly crushed by Dai Bingde, whose complexion changed sharply before others could hear it clearly.

"Okay! Ling Tian, ​​your blood soul has been paid!"

Dai Bingde whispered, awakening the slightly startled Ling Tian.

"Oh, thank you Delao!" Ling Tian hurriedly handed over, but the words before Aojie's death kept flashing in his heart.

This merit list is really not an ordinary thing!

"Ziyunzong's battle merits have been completely paid, now, I will announce it again!"

Dai Bingde's tone was as usual, completely unaffected by Aojie, cleared his throat, and sang and drank for a long time.

"Ziyunzong has paid a total of 515 disciples of military merit! A total of ten blood souls of the third class have been paid, and a total of 12,000 blood souls of the fourth class have been paid!"

"hiss!"

"Twelve thousand, could it be that Ling Tian killed more than three thousand middle-level barbarians alone?"

"Oh my god, this man is a murderer alive, too cruel!"

"Don't you guys should be surprised that Ling Tian killed seven high-level barbarians alone!"

Dai Bingde’s singing and shouting reverberated throughout the entire Lingnan camp, and bursts of inhalation sounded one after another.