Sword Master Ling Tian

"Boy, are you waiting for words with me?"

An elder of Shaluo Sect was furious and shouted sharply.

There are no younger generations who dare to be so disrespectful to the Shaluo Sect.

"Yes, why not?"

Ling Tian slowly raised the regret cloud stick in his hand and pointed at the people of the Shaluo Sect, "You wait for the three-sharp Yinluo formation, and you will massacre tens of thousands of innocent civilians and absorb the ghosts. Everyone will be punishable!"

"What is Ling Tian going to do? If you dare to say such a thing, you want to anger the Shaluo Sect for failing?"

"It's broken now, this kid doesn't know how high the sky is, and there is no one in the world, but it's hurting me and waiting!"

For a while, Ling Tian's words caused some warriors in the room to complain.

Du Jinming, who had fled back from madness, looked even more hideous in the room. He couldn't wait for Ling Tian to immediately provoke Shalazong and die without a place to bury him.

"It's really looking for death! When I wait to break this big formation, I will smoke your soul for a while, so that you will suffer the pain of the soul torment!"

A group of sect warriors were furious, if it weren't for a large formation, they would have rushed forward and tore Ling Tian to pieces to relieve the hatred in their hearts.

"The ignorant and fearless ghost is the most delicious. I want you to taste the fear and use it for me. Very good..."

There was no anger on Shang Li's face, but rather rose up.

But the movement in his hand is non-stop, the formation flag is slowly raised, so the technique is repeated, and he wants to condense the ghost arrows again.

This Lingtian stranger's ghost, he is going to fix it!

"Huh! You guys, I just asked you to do a trick. Now, it should come to me!"

Ling Tian let out a cold snort, the dantian gas inside the sea, above the road foundation, the nine colors gleamed, the vitality steamed the sky and boiled the sea, and there was a stormy sea in an instant.

A hundred thousand sword shadows gathered in an instant, forming a hidden dragon sword soul, reflecting inside and out.

At this moment, Ling Tian's clothes on the bow of the Yunzhou ship agitated, and in that moment, the vitality exploded, and the momentum rose steadily.

A golden light shining Qizhang sword soul fell down behind Ling Tian, ​​the sword intent was vertical and horizontal.

Now, Ling Tian has lifted his momentum to the extreme.

Just for the first battle!

"This breath is so weird!"

"Haha, Seventh-Rank Martial Soul, we should be happy!"

However, before the laughter of the people of the Shara Sect fell, they found that the figure above the bow of the ship had disappeared!

Did it run away?

A thought flashed in everyone's hearts, and the next moment, they saw that the figure had already rushed out of the cloud boat and hovered thousands of feet away in the air.

A pair of golden wings flapped behind, dragging the figure carrying the golden stick.

The golden sword above his head was suspended, making him look like a golden war **** for a time.

That figure, facing more than a hundred demon sect martial artists, really dared to come out of the Yunzhou!

"Hehe, the Zhengdao Sect will show off appearances! Since it has come out, let's smoke his soul immediately!"

In addition to Shangli, other Shala Sect warriors danced their magic flags in their hands to summon the ghost Rakshasa.

"Hehe, these filthy things are useless to me!"

However, that figure once again surprised everyone.

The golden wings behind him trembled suddenly, and the figure suddenly faded. The next moment, he appeared five hundred meters away, and the golden stick in his hand was even raised, condensing vitality crazily.

The speed of the figure is simply appalling.

"kill!"

Although he was shocked in his heart, but the Demon Sect who had not experienced **** battles, even though he was shocked at the speed of the figure, still rushed forward.

Hundreds of ghosts and Rakshasa in front, long teeth and dancing claws, even the powerhouses in the late stage of the soul, if they are annihilated, they will die in a flash.

"Fuck the tiger and lower the dragon, breaking the illusion like nothing!"

"Leave me in ashes!"

The golden figure one person and one stick, facing the ghost Raksha, the golden stick condensed the vitality into the shape of a dragon and a tiger, and crashed down.

Such as a landslide pushing horizontally.

Such as the broken sea shattered.

Between the roars of dragons and tigers, the Hundred Dao Yin Soul Rakshasa screamed in terror, stagnated in place, and was wiped out by the ashes of a stick before he could move!

The wind is still there, and the Rakshasa is gone.

Between the whistling, everyone's hearts were quiet and terrifying, and they trembled in shock.

The technique of the Dark Soul Rakshasa is the basis of the establishment of the Shara Sect. It is a twin of the warrior and has the same combat power.

In every fight, two opponents and one are used to gain the upper hand.

But now, before that figure, the ghost Raksha, equivalent to hundreds of Ningpao and Ningpao warriors, was scattered between the world and the earth by a stick!

A group of Shaluo Sect martial artists were stunned. They ran across the west of Guizhou, and they had never encountered such a situation. How could the invincible ghost Raksha become so vulnerable?

However, before they were surprised, they were all gushing out of blood, and their aura was sluggish.

They all practiced the technique of the ghost Raksha since they were young, one life is twin, the other is strong, the other is damaged.

When Rakshasa was destroyed, they were immediately backlashed. Even with the blessing of a large formation, their combat power was still not as good as before.

"Hehe, the stronger you are, the more I like it. Your ghost, I can't help but want to taste..."

Shangli stood at the end, still condensing the ghost arrows. But seeing this, he stretched out his scarlet tongue and licked his pale lips, evil and terrifying.

In the Yunzhou, all the Lingnan warriors were stunned in front of the window.

?

Ling Tian is strong, but apart from the warriors who experienced Tianhe Mountain, everyone else just heard about it from others.

Now, Jian Ling Tian is once again fighting against the group of enemies alone.

The power of that stick and the boldness of fear completely convinced them.

"Damn it, how could the Shaluo Sect be so unbearable, can't even a Ling Tian be able to deal with it!" Du Jinming punched the window post, gritted his teeth.

Outside the Yunzhou, hundreds of people from the Shaluo Sect looked at the figure and flew slowly carrying the golden stick, with fear in their hearts.

"Who are you? Why is there Buddha's intent in this stick!"

An elder in the late stage of the soul grabbed his chest and asked.

"Remember, I was Ling Tian who killed you!"

When the word sky fell, Ling Tian disappeared from the place again. The next moment, he appeared in front of the elder of the Shaluo Sect who just started to ask. The speed is absolutely absolute, everyone only saw the brain rush, the elder fell from the sky.

"who are you!!?"

"How can it be!"

"Shanli Junior Brother, save me quickly!"

A group of sect warriors were terrified, and there was no heart to fight again. They couldn't believe that in this big formation, there were some people who were not oppressed by the force of the big formation, but their combat power skyrocketed.

"Hehe, none of you can escape!"

Ling Tian sneered, and the regret cloud stick swept across after being lifted flat, and the tiger stick was the second, with great strength, killing all the warriors in front of him.

Even they failed to scream even a scream.

From Lingtian out of the cloud boat to killing the hundred people of the Shaluo Sect, it only took three breaths and three sticks.

At the beginning, Ling Tian was able to defeat the later stage of Ningpu with the cultivation base of Piquan. Now Ningpu, although it does not have the power of a sword weapon, it is easy to kill Human Ningpu.

In the wind howling sky, Ling Tian and you are far away from each other.

The latter still calmly condensed the ghost arrows, unaware of Ling Tian's strength, and now the arrows have condensed more than half.

Ling Tian slowly raised the regret cloud golden stick in his hand, and the three formations above it burst into light.

Pointing straight at the white robe figure in the distance, the tone is calm.

"Next, it's your turn!"