Sword Venerable Ling Tian

"hmph, Qin Mingyue, Qin Shaoyang, you have never thought that there is still today! The blame is on your Believe oneself infallible City Lord father, the day he destroys my Ghost-Spirit Sect, you are doomed to death! "

"Also, don't think I don't know, my Ghost-Spirit Sect treasure seal is in your hands. Now hand it over, I will let you die faster, otherwise... Hehe, you are going to be guilty!"

In a hilly basin less than a hundred miles away from the central Chishan, a dozen or so Martial Artists of the late spring period surrounded the four people in the center of the basin. . There was endless resentment and killing intent in his eyes.

The speaker is the leader of this group of Martial Artists. They are all replaced by black robes at this time, with demonic energy tumbling all over, imposing manner tyrannical, and their eyes full of lust.

Among the four besieged, Qin Shaoyang held a sword in front, and three women behind him. Qin Mingyue and a red-clothed Lin Yanyan were among them. The other was Zeng. The Flower Sect female disciple Ye Baoer rescued by Ling Tian from Du Family.

Qin Shaoyang's face is as sinking as water, and he lives up to his previous bohemian behavior, staring at the speaker firmly in his eyes.

He and Qin Mingyue did not find the missing Ling Tian, ​​they could only act according to the original plan, but at the end of this time limit, they were mixed into the Valley of No Return Ghost-Spirit Sect. Martial Artist was besieged, and they joined forces with Lin Yanyan and Ye Baoer who joined in the middle of the fight. Although they killed a few people, they were still besieged here.

He and Qin Mingyue have the means to save their lives. They could have escaped, but now they cannot abandon Lin Yanyan and Ye Baoer.

"Luo Ran, didn't expect your Ghost-Spirit Sect remnant really escaped, but you think you can kill me, you have to look at the sword in my hand, Young Master, promise I don't agree!"

Qin Shaoyang is not afraid of death, but he does care about the three daughters behind him.

As for the Ghost-Spirit Sect treasure in the other party's mouth, he and Qin Mingyue have already grasped the opportunity.

"Since you think like this death, then I will fulfill you!"

Luo Ran also endured to the limit, his face instantly became ice, and the black mist in his hands turned into a sharp claw is about to be killed.

"hmph, you want to seal the magic mirror, just give it to you!"

At this time, the corner of Qin Mingyue's mouth under the visor bends in a beautiful arc, Flash, a golden token appeared, and then with a sudden flick, the magic mirror turned into a golden light, bursting out.

"Get the magic mirror first!"

Luo Ran loudly shouted, greeted the Ghost-Spirit Sect Martial Artist to act in an instant, and chased the magic mirror.

But just as everyone in Ghost-Spirit Sect was about to catch up with the golden light of Feng Mojian, a figure in azure clothes suddenly flew out from behind the hills, before the golden light , Grabbed the Feng Mojian in his hand, and put it away with his backhand.

"Who are you!"

"Boldly, dare to seize my Ghost-Spirit Sect treasure, courting death!"

"It's just early -Stage’s waste, kill him!"

Five Ghost-Spirit Sect Martial Artists were chasing up. At this time, they all yelled again and again. azure clothes Martial Artist blasted off.

These five people are all realm in the late stage of Piquan, with strong strength. At this time, they are extremely angry and move, all of them are killer moves. The vitality and coercion carried by the martial skill is like stormy sea, swept away.

"get lost!"

The azure clothes Martial Artist coldly snorted, lifted the silver stick in his hand, and a powerful force suddenly swelled, like Mount Tai pressing the top, condensed into several ten zhang's long stick illusory shadow swept away at the five people in an instant.

“bang! ”

How powerful is the powerful Formation of the quake-spirit stick, brutal and pure, and it erupts with a loud noise, and the five of Ghost-Spirit Sect The famous Martial Artist, was shocked out in an instant, fell down the hills, and his eyes showed a terrified look.

They couldn’t believe that a Martial Artist with only Piquan Early-Stage was able to shock them back, and the power of the silver stick broke their arms!

Shua!

But the azure clothes Martial Artist didn't give up, looking coldly, it was a five-nail-like divine sense attack bursting out.

Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!

Suddenly, the five Ghost-Spirit Sect Martial Artists were like nails, all of them were hit hard, their faces were distorted and their heads wailed. more than.

"Martial Artist!"

When Luo Ran saw this, he couldn't help but cred out in surprise, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes.

From the appearance of azure clothes Martial Artist, smashing the silver stick, and then using divine sense to attack the five late Martial Artists, the whole process only took a few breaths!

This kind of terrifying battle strength seems to be only possible by the expert of Ningpao Realm.

But, here is Valley of No Return!

Seeing that the great revenge is about to be avenged, and the sect sacred relic is about to be lost and regained, but such a terrifying existence was killed halfway through. How can we not let Luo Ran be surprised and angry.

"This friend, you and I Ghost-Spirit Sect lacking hatred and enmity, why bother to come in, if you hand over the seal and exit, I am willing to offer these people’s storage ring hands, Otherwise, don’t blame us either the fish dies or the net splits!"

Just thinking about it for a moment, Luo Ran has a judgment in his heart. At this time, even if the opponent is able to display a tyrannical battle strength comparable to dignity , But definitely with the help of external force, it cannot be used again.

So, he did both soft and hard, trying to shock the opponent.

"It's not worth it because of you."

But the azure clothes Martial Artist didn't buy it. When Luo Ran's voice fell, a sharp rays flashed in his eyes. of light, a sword-shaped divine sense attack is condensed in an instant and burst out.

"What!"

Luo Ran creded out in surprise, but he was still prepared. He took out a small pitch black clock and stood in front of him.

"clang!"

A bell rang. Although Luo Ran was not attacked by divine sense, he was still retreated, and the small seed in his hand was also broken. Cracked into dross.

"en?!"

azure clothes Martial Artist Seeing that his divine sense attack didn't work, he was also puzzled, but he rushed up, and the silver stick in his hand volleyed, as if The boulder pressed down.

"Damn it!"

Luo Ran was terrified, enduring the severe pain in his brain, dancing with his hands, before him, he used the black fog ghost shadow to form a shield .

"bang!"

The silver stick fell and was taken, but the black mist just kept shaking, but did not dissipate.

"haha, my Ghost-Spirit Sect secret technique is swimming Soul Shield, what can you do with me?!" Seeing this, Luo Ran laughed wildly behind the shield.

azure clothes Martial Artist was also angry at this time, raised the silver stick in his hand, and smashed it madly.

"One stick will not work, I will have ten sticks, if ten sticks are not good, I will have a hundred sticks!"

The idea of ​​azure clothes Martial Artist is extremely simple, that is, use strong wind and swift The rain-like offensive completely crushed the tenacious of Soul Shield.

bang bang bang!

The continuous muffled noises made the scene extremely shocking. Every time the silver stick in the hands of azure clothes Martial Artist was hit, it seemed to be blessed by the mighty force. Like a stick, a stick is like a stick again!

Luo Ran was terrified!

Soul Shield trembles with the smashed tour!

Feeling that the Soul Shield in front of you is about to be defeated, but the opponent's power seems to be inexhaustible, Luo Ran couldn't help but shouted: "I am waiting for you and have no hatred! Why are you so against me? Ghost-Spirit Sect!"

"No enmity?"

azure clothes Martial Artist sneered, "Your Ghost-Spirit Sect Young Master just died in my hands. Did you say Chou!"

"What did you say?! You killed Rosen!" Luo Ran was taken aback for a moment, staring at Azure Clothes Martial Artist.

"Go to Netherworld and ask him!"

Azure clothes Martial Artist didn't want to say much, and suddenly used force to destroy the already weak Soul Shield with one stick.

"pu!"

Lawson was about to continue to deal with azure clothes Martial Artist, but saw a blue and purple lightning flashing in from the undisillusioned black fog, and extinguished While the wandering soul was in the dark mist, the pu' sound penetrated through his chest.

Looking at the Formation Totem with thunder on the half of the sword, Luo Ran said with blood in his mouth: "Purple...Purple sword! You, you are Purple Cloud Sect Ling Tian! "

"Yes, it's me!"

azure clothes Martial Artist coldly snorted, his hands trembled, the purple sword array method trembled violently, and the sword qi burst out suddenly, bringing Luo Ran The fried all split up and in pieces, that is, the flesh and blood are beaten into powder by Lei Mang.

Luo Ran is not weak, but he is only better than Yan Wuji, and he is only worthy of a sword.

Ling Tian raised his sword and turned around, and together with Qin Shaoyang and the others, killed the remaining Ghost-Spirit Sect Martial Artist.

"Brother Tian! Is it really you!"

Qin Shaoyang brought Qin Mingyue's three daughters to greet him from behind, while Ling Tian was still in a state of disguise.

"Hehe, of course it's me."

Ling Tian also sword enters sheathe, and raised the corners of his mouth to say with a smile.

"Ling Tian, ​​you...how can you become so strong." Lin Yanyan looked at Ling Tian, ​​just like a sharp sword that had been out of its sheath, so sharp.

"When was I weak?"

Qin Mingyue came up with Yueqin, worriedly said: "Ling Tian, ​​it is said that at the entrance of Chishan in the center, Du Jinming already took Du Family children will block the way up the mountain, just wait for you Purple Cloud Sect dísciple to go up, then directly suppress!"

"Du Jinming!"

Ling Tian looked towards the sky towering in the distance Chishan, his eyes narrowed slightly.

He is looking for Du Jinming!

Valley of No Return line, Purple Cloud Sect and Du Family are destined to be irreconcilable!

Since this is the case, Ling Tian is not prepared to continue to keep it. He wants to burst out all his strength. With his current battle strength, he is not afraid of anything below the soul. If the cards are all out, it is the soul of the soul. Artist, he also has the confidence to fight with one!

He wants to fight, Du Family who fights is terrified, Du Family who fights is convinced!

In this battle, he wants to show off one's ability!

In this battle, he will be famous in Lingnan!

The fighting intent in Ling Tian's eyes is more and more prosperous, to the extreme, the blood in the forehead in the chest is boiling because of the surging fighting intent!

His black hair moved with the wind, the azure robe on his body was hunting, and a tyrannical imposing manner burst out from his body.

"Du Family, let me give you a big surprise!"