Sword Master Ling Tian

"Unexpectedly, you also refined your body."

Above the ring, Yang Ling looked far away at Ling Tian. From the cracks in Ling Tian's cracked breastplate, although he did not see blood marks, he found the pale golden skin in it.

The knife just now, after the double defense of the prison flame stick and Ling Tian armor, finally fell on Ling Tian's body with the sharp knife energy, which was no longer enough to cut Ling Tian's body.

This was somewhat beyond Yang Ling's expectations.

Even the leader of the same realm wouldn't dare to take it arrogantly.

But Ling Tian not only carried it down, but also suffered a slight injury, which really made him unexpected.

Ling Tian saw the damage to the armor, the cold expression on his face became more fierce. The strength of Yang Ling's sword technique was also beyond his expectation.

If it weren't for his own King Kong body, strong enough, the knife just now might really be going to be popular.

Both sides made a move without using martial arts, and the gap was obvious.

"You did surprise me a little bit, but... this is just the beginning!"

Yang Ling snorted, and in the twilight, his figure disappeared in place again.

On the dilapidated venue, the thunder was entangled, and the two fought again.

Ling Tian's face was solemn, and under the frantic urging of mountains and rivers, the prison flame cudgel exploded with earth-shaking gravity, blasting frantically against the sharp and violent lightning blade.

"The late golden body Dacheng..."

However, with more than ten moves, Ling Tian felt gradually struggling. He had noticed that the opponent had been promoted to the late golden body Dacheng for some time, and his cultivation base was stable. The vitality is vast and vigorous, and within a single thought, the violent vitality will continue to boil and erupt like a volcano.

If he hadn't raised the cultivation base to the peak of the golden body before leaving the customs, I am afraid that he would really not be able to use his vitality to compete with the opponent.

This Yang Ling's background is already at the level of a genius in the Academy, and the strength of the vitality caused by the inner strength mental method is only a lot worse than him.

Right now, Ling Tian was able to draw a tie with Yang Ling, relying on the Prison Flame J in his gloves and the Prison Flame Cudgel.

But this state cannot last.

The opponent's true essence is vigorous and mighty, so entangled in this way will sooner or later be abruptly consumed.

"Hehe, you can't beat me, so give up early, otherwise, the knife in my hand will not show any mercy."

As if perceiving the fluctuations in Ling Tian's heart, Yang Ling's eyes flashed with ruthlessness, and in the cold shout, the sword glowed like electricity, constantly bombarding him.

The sword momentum scrolling the boundless sea of ​​clouds, with the sharp whistling sound produced by the blade's piercing through the air, the sword in Yang Ling's hand evolves, and the vast thunder power of the thousand troops passing through the mountain and whistling the tsunami echoes in the four directions, deafening.

boom! boom! boom! boom!

The blade light that burst like thunder, the violent wind blew up, and the dancing stick figure above Ling Tian's head also showed signs of not supporting it.

Many masters who watched the game changed their expressions slightly and saw some clues.

"Hehe, Yang Ling is starting to get into trouble, so he won't give Ling Tian a chance anymore."

"Once Ling Tian can't help but the pressure appears flawed, then he will lose!"

The situation between the courts was a little bit biased towards Yang Ling, and gradually everyone could see that Ling Tian's situation was very bad, even if they had poor eyesight.

But Yang Ling, who was in the center of the venue, felt a little irritable in his heart. Ling Tian's weapon was too strong. The violent storm of the stick technique, like a huge wave rushing into the sky, even if he occupies a considerable advantage, he cannot directly defeat Ling Tian.

"This trick depends on how you take it!"

An icy anger flashed in Yang Ling's eyes, and after all, he was a little impatient.

In the wild shout, a thunder snake rose suddenly behind him.

The Thunder Snake has a peculiar shape. At seven inches, there is a pair of wings. On top of the snake's head, there is a single horn made of thunder. It looks very strange!

In the next moment, the martial soul retreated, and Yang Ling's sky-filled sword light suddenly condensed into a roaring giant blue thunder, the snake opened its huge mouth, and the thunderous fangs exuded endless sharp edges, swooping towards it.

The thunder and lightning giant flood was terrifying, terrifying, and huge, almost traversing most of the ring. With this knife falling, it was like an ancient beast, reappearing.

"Oops! Yang Ling used the power of martial soul, eight feet and nine small divine body unicorn thunderwing snake!"

Everyone in Xiaoyao Academy suddenly changed their expressions in an uproar. This Yang Ling suddenly sacrificed martial arts and sword techniques, which really caught people off guard.

From a distance of several thousand meters, one can feel how powerful the thunder dragon is condensed from the sky.

Ling Tian, ​​who was the first to bear the brunt, didn't know how much pressure he would face.

This sword is more than twice as powerful as before 1

Now that Ling Tian is already in a state of incompetence, how can he resist Yang Ling with such a powerful knife?

"Haha, good swordsmanship!"

Ling Tian's pupils shrank abruptly, and his whole body was agitated. The next moment, his shoulders trembled, and behind him a pure crystal clear sword spirit appeared behind him.

Although the soul of the sword is only eight feet tall, the whole soul of the sword, which is shining with purple and gold, is big and small. Fortunately, the whole sword is breathing!

And the next moment, after the sword soul rose to the limit, it was suddenly taken back into Ling Tian's body, and the Qi Sea shook and boiled under the blessing of the sword soul's power.

In Ling Tian's hand, the prison flame stick, the soul of its inner weapon jumped out, roaring at the thunder dragon, and then Ling Tian suddenly blasted the Tian Yi stick!

"Shanhe stick, Chengyu!"

This is the third level of Shanhe Cudgel, and during Ling Tian practice, he has not been able to fully grasp it.

But facing Yang Ling's sword, Ling Tian's heart boiled with pride and directly chose to sacrifice this third ultimate move!

Clear sky, clear sky.

Ling Tian's stick, with boundless storm power, seemed to be trying to resist the entire sky.

Let the boundless black clouds on the peak of Yin Lei clear directly!

boom!

Suddenly, the shadow of the stick collided with the Thunder Jiao, and the continuous sound of wind and thunder violently resounded in this world.

The Hundred Wars Tower was originally a dilapidated one, but this time it was completely blown apart, and terrible pits were everywhere. The rocks splashed, forming a terrifying aftermath, turning into a blast, and swept away waves of madness.

In the gusty wind, many spectators narrowed their eyes slightly, their expressions were extremely shocking, and there was a trace of terror in the depths of their hearts.

terrible!

too frightening!

The rivalry between the two is shockingly strong, and such a terrifying power can hardly be imagined to be displayed by the two college students.