Sword Master Ling Tian

"Hehe, don't you believe it!? So what can you do!?"

The energy bathed in dragon energy, descending from the sky, and stepped on Lan Qisheng's chest with his big feet.

"Ling Tian, ​​if you dare to kill me today, I am in the Profound Sky Demon Valley, I will definitely swear with you Chu Guo, you will only have a dead end!"

Lan Qisheng sneered with tears of blood.

"It's useless to threaten me. Even if I don't kill you, I will let Da Wei know who I am Ling Tian!"

"What's more, you are just a rubbish, what can you do if you kill you!?"

Ling Tian cut off the meteor sword in his hand, and directly cut off the head of Lan Qisheng.

So far, the nine sons of Wei, the first fall!

"He killed Lan Qisheng!"

"The nine sons of Wei, the famous human race, have fallen!"

"This guy is simply the devil!"

At this moment, one million Wei Wu Zhe looked at the Panlong figure on the sky that day in horror.

Who could have thought that the nine sons of Wei Wei were tortured and killed by Ling Tian in this way.

No, not only the nine sons of Wei, but the entire Xuantian Demon Valley, was severely humiliated by Ling Tian of Chu Kingdom!

"Haha, now, does anyone want to kill me Ling Tian!?"

"Big Wei Xiong has millions of soldiers, are they all rubbish!?"

Ling Tian was alone, carrying the Dragon Wing of the Immortal King, holding the Meteorite Sword in his hand, his eyes stunned, as if there was no one.

With the millions of soldiers ahead, Ling Tian hadn't paid attention to it.

And that was already a group of big Wei million soldiers without a leader, but for a while, no one dared to step forward.

They have no numbers, but now, one big Wei Jiuzi and three seventh-order immortal kings have died, and the remaining sixth-order immortal kings are not enough for Ling Tian to pinch with a finger.

"Hehe, since you are not moving, then I must move!"

Ling Tian sneered, and the meteor sword in his hand shook. In the next moment, more than 90,000 sword shadows bathed in the fire of the little holy spirit broke out.

Ten thousand sword formation!

The sword array is like a dragon, like a huge mouth that can swallow all the flames, strangling towards that million army.

"escape!"

Has Wei Xiongbing, a millionaire, ever seen such a situation?

Under such a terrifying sword formation, who can stop it! ?

Although they had millions of soldiers, no one dared to step forward at this time.

The army was defeated like a mountain.

The army of millions ran wildly towards the rear.

"Bow, get up!"

But at this moment, after this one million army, suddenly there was an army of more than 200,000 Chu Kingdom.

Most of these troops are tiger and wolf cavalry.

At the forefront, 30,000 Mohists are holding bows and crossbows.

"Arrow rain, let it go!"

Although there was a loud shout, the dense arrows fell crazily like rain.

In just one round, hundreds of thousands of Weiwu scholars died under the crossbow.

The second round of arrow rain followed, and after the three rounds, Dawei's army, like a bereaved dog, was almost sharply reduced by one third!

And this is just the beginning!

Tiger-wolf cavalry launched a charge, like a tiger entering a flock, swallowing mountains and rivers with anger.

The battle lasted for a long time, and the endless blood gathered in the Valley of the Fallen Dragon, almost filling it.

From a distance, it looked like a lake of blood and water, with a soaring aura permeating thousands of miles, indicating the cruelty of this battle.

Wei hasn't tasted the taste of failure for a long time.

But this time, he was severely humiliated by Ling Tian!

Luo Yan floated above the Dragon Falling Valley alone, using the Luo Family's techniques to absorb the **** breath on the battlefield.

She was born to kill.

This sea of ​​blood is her inexhaustible training resource.

Putting away the Panlong Transformation and Meteorite Sword, Ling Tian snorted and descended from above the sky.

Facts have proved that the illusion of punishment that day was wrong.

How could he die in the hands of the nine big Wei sons here! ? It's just a joke.

"Oh, it's boring and boring. I thought there were such terrible enemies coming. Those fifth-order immortal kings of the Profound Sky Demon Valley, I really can't help but fight!"

Feng Qixi sighed, obviously not enough to kill.

Moreover, in the past six months to conquer the State of Zhao, he has never encountered an evenly matched Tianjiao.

On the earth of Chu Zhao, the immortal kings really have no opponents anymore.

Many people feel that it is time to leave, the stage is too small after all.

"Let's go, go to the capital of Zhao State, where Minmin, it should be over."

Ling Tian smiled.

Zhao State Capital City.

Zhao Min wore a golden armor and hovered in front of the Zhao State Palace.

Behind him is an army of tens of thousands.

The flag is grinning, the generals are like clouds.

And below, the capital of Zhao State, which spans thousands of miles, is now full of blood.

The elites in the capital had been sent to garrison in Fallen Dragon Valley before. When Zhao Min came here with the army, he was almost unblocked.

All the fellow sects who had harmed his Zhao family have now all been punishable.

Zhao Guo, in this way, returned to his hands.

Even, Zhao Min simply couldn't believe that all this was true.

"Is there any news from Fallen Dragon Valley!?"

However, Zhao Min did not fall into the palace at this time.

There is no news from Ling Tian, ​​she doesn't want to become the lord of Zhao country.

"Not yet, but counting the time, now the Dragon Fallen Valley has started war!"

Behind him, there is the fairy king general.

"Well, the whole army is on standby, waiting!"

Zhao Min nodded.

Close your eyes, not in words.

And this time, a full half day passed.

Above the capital, tens of thousands of army obscured the sky, no one moved, and no complaints.

They were waiting for Ling Tian.

It is the strongest existence within this country of Chu and Zhao within a radius of millions of miles.

Even if they waited for three days and three nights, they were willing.

However, just half a day later, night was about to fall, and several changhongs, like meteors in the dark night, cut through the sky and descended.

Accompanied by a screaming dragon chant.

A white-haired voice in Tsing Yi appeared in everyone's sight.

"Minmin, I'm back!"

With only six words, the tens of thousands of troops burst out with cheers like a tsunami.

It boils completely.

Ling Tian returned safely, then Zhao Guo completely regained it!

"Just come back!"

At this moment, Zhao Min softened all over, tears welling up like a bank burst.

Zhao Min's enthronement ceremony was three days after the recapture of the capital of Zhao State.

The State of Zhao did not merge with the State of Chu, and still used the name of State of Zhao, except that the country's lord became Zhao Min.

Although the State of Zhao is not as big as the State of Chu, it has a territory of 2 million and 90 million of Human Race.

It can be regarded as the sixth giant fairy country.

Zhao State Palace, Chongwen Hall.

Ling Tian, ​​Zhao Min, Feng Family Brothers and Sisters, Mo Yu, Zuo Xianzhi, Luo Yan, Ran Qinghong, and Zijin, standing in the hall, looked at the endless pavilions and the red and **** sunset below. For a long time, no one said anything.

Inside the hall, there was an aura of sadness before parting.

In half a year, Zhao Guo also recovered. Looking around, within a million miles, there is no opponent.

Everyone knew that it was time to leave.