Sword Venerable Ling Tian

Only a few days later, under the blessing of the top grade spiritual spring, Ling Tian diligently again!

Although Ling Tian is angry, he will not act rashly. He never makes unprepared revenge.

Muyun Peak Master Qian Qinhai breaks through the late stage of Ningpa, and then led Purple Cloud Sect for nearly a thousand dísciple to participate in the battle, a cultivation base, although no one is invincible under the golden body, but in Ningpao In powerhouse, the battle is definitely at the forefront.

In addition, the wood cloud bee cultivation technique is extremely strong in defense and recovery, but it still escapes from serious injuries. It can be seen how terrifying the strength of the three of Barbarian Race and demonic path.

Guanshi Xiao has also ordered that the three of them, each of them, are the battle strength of the late stage of the soul, killing people like scything flax, and have a fierce reputation.

The hatred must be avenged, and the person must be killed, but even if Ling Tian has the trump card of the phantom sting bee, he is not sure of one enemy three.

And his original strength is far from being able to kill the powerhouse in the later stage of the soul.

Now, regardless of Qi Sea's damage, Ling Tian forcibly swallows the remaining top grade spiritual spring, bringing the cultivation base one step closer.

Fortunately, he succeeded.

At this time, Ling Tian is even more convinced that his Martial Spirit will definitely not lose to Liu Yiyi's Youtian Yunhuang, because he has since opened the spring.

He has never encountered obstacles!

Feeling the turbulent vitality in the body, Ling Tian's confidence doubled.

At least, he faces the late stage of Ning Po, even if there is no Phantom Stinger Bee, he will have the power to fight!

Ling at the regret cloud stick and the purple sword placed in front of him, Ling Tian twitched the corners of his mouth.

"Red Blood, Situ Fan, Li Wuxin!"

"I Ling Tian, ​​coming soon!"

"Soon..."

The cold voice echoed in the quiet room, there was no joy, anger, no hate, only endless coldness and determination.

......

Tianhe Mountain.

Located at the junction of Shiwan Mang Mountain and Lingnan City, it is a battleground for military strategists. Every time the Barbarian Race invades, it will become a battlefield.

If Tianhe Mountain falls, Barbarian Race will be like a flood, driving straight ahead, radiating Lingnan and Purple Cloud Sect.

For thousands of years, countless Heaven's Chosen heroes have shown their prominence in this land, and countless geniuses have broken down and turned into dust.

At the foot of Tianhe Mountain, the dísciple of Purple Cloud Sect encountered the siege of Barbarian Race and demonic path.

At this time, before dawn, a meteor-like rays of light flashed across the sky, and an eight-wing cloud ship descended.

The wooden iron column is carrying the Xuangang hammer, standing with Lingyun and the others on the bow, looking down, full of shock.

At this time, the battlefield under the Tianhe Mountain has ended a day of fighting, but in the mountains and rivers, there are still noises and blasts, and the air is full of violent air currents and thick blood. -reeking qi taste.

Under Tianhe Mountain, there is almost no complete land and vegetation. There are charred mountains and corpses everywhere, and the smoke is filled, like a purgatory on earth.

And along the way, this kind of scene spreads all over the border of Southern Tang Dynasty.

Some towns have even been slaughtered, and there are countless deaths and injuries among mortals and bloodshed.

At this moment, they realized how cruel war is.

In the quiet room, Ling Tian suddenly opened his eyes.

Silently picked up the regret cloud stick behind his back, lifted the purple sword and pushed out the door.

"You wait to return to sect first."

Ling Tian's cold voice fell, his arms were bathed in purple fire, and a pair of purple feathers bloomed.

Amid the sound of the heavenly thunder, the dazzling purple light flashed from the cloud ship and flew to the distant mountains.

Tianheguan!

......

"Help!"

Under Tianhe Mountain, a roar sounded from a distance, and then came the A desperate cry for help.

The sound came out, and several figures shot out and ran towards Tianhe Mountain in panic.

Among the few people, dísciple dressed in Purple Cloud Sect, Tianshuimen and Yanjian Pavilion costumes also have children of the Aristocratic Family. But no matter what their status is, at this moment they are like a flat boat in a sea of ​​anger, which may capsize at any time.

Because behind them, there are dozens of demonic path Martial Artists wearing black robe!

Several people were terrified. Their cultivation base was nothing but Early-Stage. They just wanted to take advantage of the truce to search for some of the portable storage bags of fallen Martial Artists, but they inadvertently went deep into the battlefield and were demonic path. Martial Artist found it and came after it.

They flee madly, and the direction they flee is the two peaks in front of Tianhe Mountain, because there is the place where the sect and Aristocratic Family of Lingnan are stationed. If they can escape there, they can naturally Alive.

However, before he could run far away, dozens of martial skills burst out, engulfing the dísciple of the Tianshui Gate at the end.

In an instant, the dísciple died on the spot.

Seeing this, the remaining few people were even more frightened, desperately squeezing the vitality in the dantian, hoping to get a bit faster and escape to heaven.

Vaguely, the sect and Aristocratic Family Martial Artist stationed on Tianhe Mountain also heard the call for help, and stood up together and looked towards the battlefield.

But it was just a glance, and no one flew down to rescue.

Because of this situation, in the past few days, they have been staged countless times. They have long been used to it, and there is not even the slightest mood swing. Besides, at this time, those people are far away from Tianhe Mountain. Even if he rushed to the rescue immediately, it was too late.

On the resident sites on both sides of Tianhe Mountain, various powers are scattered and scattered, and there are several people on each side standing in front of everyone, faintly headed.

If Ling Tian is present, you should be able to recognize a few of these people.

Purple Cloud Sect's Xin Ziang, Xiao Chuchen, Yanjiange's Ji Lie, Hundred Flowers Sect's Ye Baoer, and Du Family's Du Jinming. On their side, there are also many strange faces standing side by side with them, and they are obviously dísciples of geniuses of various strengths.

But these people mostly looked coldly at the Final Struggle who called for help, one after another died tragically, their expressions were cold, and they were not moved.

These people are just cannon fodder. In the past few days, I don’t know how many died. Where is it worth their Heaven's Chosen?

Among the crowd, only Ji Lie, watching the tragic death of Yanjian Pavilion dísciple, couldn't bear to make a move.

But just as he drew out his weapon, he stopped and suddenly raised his eyes to the south.

The Heaven's Chosen, standing in front of the major power stations, almost unanimously looked over.

In that southern sky.

A group of purple glow suddenly appeared!

If the thunder shines, it immediately illuminates the sky and competes with the stars and the moon!