Sword Master Ling Tian

"Let me do it!"

Yin Moshou thought for a while, and the light and shadow flashed before appearing at the forefront of the human race.

Within three months, the vaguely sorrowful aura became stronger and stronger.

Far from being comparable to when Ling Tian competed for the top spot in the Tianfeng battlefield.

His colorless realm range has also changed from a radius of one hundred li to the current three hundred li.

Almost three times, the power of the domain is even more terrifying.

The appearance of Wu Caijie and Yin Moshou made the face of the dwarf fairy king obviously change.

However, after seeing that the power of the domain around this human race was only evolved by supernatural powers, he was relieved.

"Hmph, I thought it was the Immortal Venerable of the Human Race who came, but it's so supernatural, don't want to scare me!"

Yin Moshou looked cold and indifferent, and didn't want to talk nonsense with this dwarf fairy king.

In the battle three months ago, he was extremely proud and sorrowful, and his heart was depressed. In this battle, he wants to raise his eyebrows and raise the power of Xuantian Demon Valley!

Immediately, Yin Mo snorted coldly, and the **** sickle in his hand manifested. In the colorless world, the power of the domain supported the cut, and fell towards the dwarf fairy king.

"Colorless Realm, die!"

One shot was the top killer move that once killed the Youxian King.

Yin Mo worry, he is not allowed to make any mistakes, so if this sickle is cut off, I don't want to leave any chance of escape for the other party!

what! ?

Sure enough, the dwarf fairy king was shocked and didn't want this Human Race junior to be able to display such terrifying magical powers.

Seeing the **** sickle cut down, he was horrified, already knowing that he could not bear such an offensive no matter what.

Immediately, he raised the warhammer in his hand and smashed it against the **** sickle that fell, then turned around and fled!

Click!

However, the shadow of the warhammer, under the Scarlet Scythe, was chopped to pieces without even holding a breath, and the fairy king of the dwarf race failed to escape into the dungeon and was swallowed by the Scarlet Scythe.

Pouch!

The blood was scattered down the city wall, and the dwarven warriors looked at the blood mist with no bones in disbelief, and their eyes were full of fear.

Li Futu and the others also shrank their pupils, and now they are now even more terrifying.

One move was to behead such a powerful dwarf fairy king. In three months, he grew so fast!

Ling Tian also nodded slightly, this faint worry, it really never disappoints!

At this time, in the direction of the monster race and the dark demon race, there were also the screams of the dwarf fairy king, which sounded one after another.

Obviously, the two major race groups also had top-level Tianjiao who took action to kill this terrifying dwarf fairy king.

"The dwarves are already running out of skills, they attack the city with all their strength and break in!"

Ling Tian drank a horizontal bar, then descended from the sky, holding a pure Jun sword in his hand, a hundred thousand sword intent was condensed, and a sword was nailed to the formation barrier.

Click!

The great defense formation in this direction shattered directly under Ling Tian's sword.

The gap has appeared, hundreds of thousands of warriors, frantically rushed into the dungeon.

At the same time, above the monster race group, there will also be a golden tiger that reaches the sky, and one claw is a large formation.

Above the dark demon clan, from the endless black demon cloud, a dry palm stretched out and landed on the dungeon. The formation and the city wall were all photographed into powder.

However, within a few breaths, the three-sided city wall was broken one after another, and the three major races, hundreds of thousands of descendants, Tianjiao, poured into the dungeon and began to grab resources.

This dungeon is huge, even larger than all the capitals of the Immortal Kingdom that Ling Tian has seen. There are millions of dwarves living in it!

However, facing the hundreds of thousands of warriors of the three major ethnic groups, what these dwarves face is still destruction.

The battle was one-sided, and Ling Tian and other Tianjiao did not fight for resources, but went straight to the center of the dwarven race.

Their purpose is only that ridiculous ancient treasure.

"Strange, in this dungeon, there is no smell of heavy treasures!"

Yin Rourou frowned, Linglong's origins opened, she wanted to find an ancient treasure without any aura in this huge dungeon, it was tantamount to finding a needle in a haystack.

"Ling Tian, ​​the powerhouses of the Demon Race and the Dark Demon Race have all gone to the center of the dungeon. There seems to be a large formation guarding there."

At this time, Li Futu hurried back from whereabouts.

"If the ancient treasure is in the hands of this dwarf race, it will inevitably be hidden in the most secret place, the center of the dungeon, which is the most likely hiding place, let's go!"

Ling Tian nodded and took a group of top arrogances straight to the center of the city.

However, before reaching the main hall in the center of the city, the faces of the Tianjiao of the human race changed.

Because at this time, before the hall, the Monster Race Martial Artist and the Dark Demon Race Tianjiao stood together, and did not enter the hall, looking at the coming Ling Tian and others, the two races Tianjiao looked at them with a smile but a smile.

This changed the expressions of Li Futu and others.

Isn't it, the two races are united? ?

If the Demon Race and the Dark Demon Race join forces, then the Human Race will be in danger.

"Dark Demon Royal Family Wuyao! Jinpeng Jinpeng of Jintong Suju Clan!"

However, before Yin Mochou could see the hall clearly, after the two Tianjiao standing side by side, they couldn't help but whispered.

His face also changed drastically, as if he had seen some terrifying powerhouse.

And Ling Tian also took a natural look and saw the presence of the leader among the two big ethnic groups. Sure enough, three months later, the Demon Race and the Dark Demon Race finally let the real top Tianjiao descend on the Tianfeng battlefield.

Wu Yao.

The Wu surname has already proved the noble blood of this dark demon genius.

The bloodline of the royal family in the Dark Demon Race is that that is quiet, and it is far inferior.

Before, Qin Mingyue had guessed that this time Wu Yao, who was ranked fifth among the younger generations of the Dark Demon Race, would come here.

Although Wuyao is only one place higher than Yiyou in terms of ranking, the top five are all Wu clan from the Dark Demon Race, and the difference in this name is like a Tiananmen.

As for the Jintong Suju clan, let alone, Suju is an ancient supernatural power, and Jintong Suju is an ancient great monster race with the blood of a sacred beast.

This is the real arrogant nobleman of the Yaozu!

No wonder that Wu Yao would let this monster race stand side by side with him.

Jin Tong Jujuan, this noble blood of the monster race, indeed qualified, and Wu Yao side by side.

The other party never said a word, but there was a faint smile on the corners of their mouths.

Although he was smiling, he descended on the heads of a crowd of human races with the pressure that seemed to be able to crush everything.

This is contempt, this is humiliation.

The terrifying geniuses of the two races stood side by side in front of the main hall, as if they were telling a crowd of human races that this hall is nowhere!