Sword Master Ling Tian

"What the hell!"

Zhu Tao was shocked, knowing that he could not avoid it, so he had to turn around, in front of him, with a **** flame, condensing a whirlpool.

Hum!

Sure enough, the meteor sword fell on the vortex, with the sharpness of the meteor sword, it did not penetrate the vortex in an instant.

Ling Tian frowned, and secretly said that this extraterritorial supernatural power had some ways.

"Hehe, but so!"

Seeing his magical powers stop the meteor sword, Zhu Tao sneered coldly.

But the next moment, his face changed drastically.

Because, above the Meteorite Sword, a thunder dragon raged up, and under the roar of anger, there was a terrifying thunder pouring out.

Bang!

The blood-colored vortex burst in an instant, and Zhu Tao was also hit by a sword and fell down the altar.

"hateful!"

Zhu Tao got up from the ground and looked at the meteor sword that was still spinning around him, furious, "Flying swordsmanship!? What is the relationship between you and the cultivator of the wild world!?"

"Could it be that you are theirs!?"

"A cultivator!? What a cultivator!? Could it be that you have read too many novels!?" Ling Tian was also puzzled in the distance.

He really knew the word cultivator, but it was something from a novel. In this world, Ling Tian had never heard of this word.

"This is clearly the cultivation technique of that realm, you still pretend not to understand!?"

"Damn it, I know, you must know that the clone of the Lord is going to be resurrected, so come to make trouble!"

"Okay, tens of thousands of years ago, you worked with those human races to fight against our evil realm. Now, you are still lingering!"

"Lord, please grant me one ten thousandth of the earth evil blood power to help me kill this cultivator!"

Suddenly, Zhu Tao knelt on the altar, making seals with his hands, as if worshipping.

Ling Tian's face moved slightly, and he suddenly felt that there was a strange energy surging in the blood above his head.

This Zhu Tao is definitely not pretending.

Humph!

Ling Tian let out a cold snort, and didn't want Ye Changmeng to have too many dreams, urging the meteor sword to kill Xiang Zhu Tao.

The sword light is like thunder, and it will come in an instant.

clang!

But even if Ling Tian made his move very quickly, the sword light was still blocked by a **** enchantment that suddenly rose above the altar.

But after three breaths, a burst of energy was injected into Zhu Tao's body along the blood-red light beam.

Almost visible to the naked eye, Zhu Tao's figure skyrocketed, and then turned into a blood-colored monster with three heads and six arms, appearing in front of Ling Tian's eyes.

Ling Tian can guarantee that this is definitely not something in the fairy world.

This monster is blood-red, full of scales, three heads and six arms, extremely evil.

Although Ling Tian had never seen it before and didn't know what this thing was, it made Ling Tian feel that Zhu Tao's transformation was somewhat similar to the Dark Demon Race Demon Transformation Body.

At this time, Zhu Tao's breath almost doubled.

It will become even more terrifying.

"Oh!? Could this be your original appearance!?"

Ling Tian thoughtfully.

"Hmph, now I have received the above blood blessing, now, you should regret it!"

"Success!"

Zhu Tao sneered, and then he ran straight into him.

The meteor sword is like thunder and walks like a dragon.

However, with the current Meteorite Sword, the blade was slashed on Zhu Tao's body, but it was unable to severely injure it in a short period of time, nor could it prevent him from shooting.

But in the blink of an eye, Zhu Tao rushed to Ling Tian's body.

"Hehe, the sword of a cultivator is still so weak!"

"Now, let me smash your physical body to pieces!"

Zhu Tao sneered.

He knows that the cultivation techniques of cultivators are extremely powerful.

But the deadliest thing is their physical bodies, which are extremely weak.

As long as you get close, you can give up.

"Oh!? Really!? You are so confident with your fists!?'

However, Ling Tian still has not retreated.

When the robe fell, Ling Tian didn't need to hide his identity, long silver-white hair was flying, but at this time, the blue-gold **** armor on Ling Tian's body suddenly manifested.

Bang!

That Zhu Tao's punch fell heavily on Ling Tian's battle armor.

But Ling Tian just shuddered all over, and he still didn't step back, and his expression didn't change at all.

"Protoss, Protoss Battle Armor!?"

Obviously, Zhu Tao knew the origin of Ling Tian's armor.

But at this time, his mind could not turn around.

This turned out to be a human race, but the inheritance exhibited included the methods of the dragon race, the cultivator, the monster race, and the **** race.

What the **** is this! ?

Taking advantage of that moment when Zhu Tao was stunned, Ling Tian returned his hand and hit one of Zhu Tao's head with a punch.

Bang!

Like a cannonball, Zhu Tao came quickly and went quickly.

After being hit hard again, Zhu Tao's breath began to decrease sharply.

"No, this is impossible. In the fairy world, how can there be such a existence as you? Who sent you!"

Zhu Tao got up from it, unwilling to his heart.

"Ha ha."

Ling Tian sneered, but without a trace, he touched his chest.

The punch made by Zhu Tao just now was actually very strong. Even if it was protected by the Protoss armor, it still penetrated with terrifying power.

With Ling Tian's body of the dragon, it was really weak and too weak.

Ling Tian used all his strength to resist before letting himself take a step back.

However, after a sneer, Ling Tian carried the Meteorite Sword and wore the Protoss armor, and fell in front of Zhu Tao.

"You are not qualified to ask who I am!"

"Hmph, I don't care who you are, today, I don't want to stop the Lord's clone from resurrecting!"

That Zhu Tao, apparently dissatisfied, killed him again.

"Stubborn!"

But Ling Tian's palm meteor sword, dozens of swords chopped down, the main six arms and two heads were chopped down.

At this time, Zhu Tao's breath had been sharply reduced to the extreme.

Lost.

Even Ling Tian never used the God of War to kill the sky.

"Don't tell me yet!?"

Ling Tian's meteor sword fell on Zhu Tao's neck.

You never want to know!

Zhu Tao raised his eyes, looked at the dark sea of ​​blood above his head, and suddenly smiled: "The beam of light has been weakened, the formation has been completed, and the resurrection of the main clone is imminent. Wait, there is no possibility!"

"Wait for death!"

Zhu Tao sneered.

"Oh!? Really!?"

Ling Tian turned around and found that the beam of light above the red spar began to disappear.

Obviously, the formation has begun to stop.

But instead of being stopped, the work was completed.

"In that case, I can't keep you!"

Ling Tian's Meteorite Sword was cut down, and then he picked up the head, divine thought poured in, he wanted to search for the soul!

Bang!

But at this moment, the head suddenly exploded, and Ling Tian hadn't searched for any information, this Zhu Tao's divine mind directly exploded.

"Really cautious enough!"

Ling Tian cursed secretly, knowing that he had lost the opportunity now.

Not much can be done.

So, he suddenly turned around and walked onto the altar.