Sword Venerable Ling Tian

Ling Tian turned his head, his gaze swept across Bai Feiyun and Leng Bingxin, and finally gave his hand to that Tengchong and Shen Luo.

"Two people, with such kindness, I remember Ling Tian in the heart, and I will not forget it in this life."

Tengchong Harmony looked at each other, and they were all a little confident," Ling Tian , You...this is out, these are all we should do."

Now, Ling Tian's strength is far beyond their reach, so in terms of tone, he has also become awed.

Ling Tian nodded, "many thanks."

Turning his head, before opening his mouth, the fragrant wind is blowing on his face, the two bodies rushed over, tears falling down his golden armor .

"Brother!"

"Ling Tian big brother!"

Two soft shouts, with a trembling tone.

This is the affection of blood thicker than water.

Ling Tian opened his arms, hugged the two girls lightly, smiled lightly, "you two, what can I cry, this little trouble, in the future, you will have to solve it by yourself!"

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"Well, Qiu'er is not because of this, Qiu'er is because I miss my big brother!"

"Me too!"

Ling Qiu'er keeps coming In Ling Tian's arms, Ling Xiaoer's pretty face was blushing, and she went out from Ling Tian's arms.

A white clothed purple hair, in Ling Tian's eyes, Ling Xiaoer really changed too much.

Ling Tian patted Qiu'er’s little fragrant shoulder, saying: "Okay, go and take care of my mother, and let me get rid of these Barbarian Races first."

Ling Qiu'er 螓首Slightly, step back, for the big brother. She was obedient in her heart.

Since the big brother has returned, she is not afraid of anything. All enemies will be defeated by the big brother.

At this moment, Ling Tian suddenly turned around, his complexion turned indifferent, his eyes flickered, looked towards the dark sky of the east.

Lightly sneered.

"Is it finally here?"

As his voice fell, everyone followed his gaze, and suddenly found a large swath of breath roaring from the distant sky, speed Very fast, but after a dozen breaths, it has already crossed the sky and appeared above Purple Sky Mountain.

With the arrival of this breath, the entire sky also becomes darker and darker.

This is a fleet of warships. Around the warships, there are countless Barbarian Races with wings, the number is 100,000!

On the battleship, when Du Family Old Ancestor Du Wutian saw the battle scene of Purple Sky Mountain, he was also stunned.

He never thought that so many Human Race Wudao sects would actually rush to help a small Purple Cloud Sect!

Du Wu Heavenly Saint has a gloomy face and looks at everything in front of him, but he bows and looks towards a Barbarian Race general beside him: "Chaha Great General, here is Purple Cloud Sect, General Heihe , Should have died by the hands of these people."

"We retreat, they are a hundred golden bodies, too strong!"

"Hundred golden bodies? So what? Let my Barbarian Race army retreat and dream!"

"My Barbarian Race warrior is a ten, weak Human Race, what is there to fear, a hundred golden bodies, let me kill them together!"

Na Chaha Great General's figure is extremely strong, his whole body is already bright red, a pair of blood-colored wings behind him, and even a faint golden light is exuding, and three golden marks are suddenly surging above the double horns of his head!

Three-patterned generals.

This is the highest level among the generals!

By relying on bloodline to be mad, the battle strength is enough to match the peak of the late golden body!

Moreover, the fleshy body is tyrannical, and the battle strength doubles.

At this moment, his eyes are cold and his face is proud. As one of the two three-line Great Generals of the strange tribe, he never puts Human Race Martial Artist in his eyes.

In his eyes, the Human Race Martial Artist is like a weak little chicken, who can be pinched to death at will.

"Barbarian Race warriors, outflank and kill these stupid Human Race Martial Artists!".

Next moment, Chaha's Bloodline Strength became frenzied, and his whole body was covered with blood, his wings vibrated, and he took a hundred thousand Barbarian Race and killed him.

"Idiot!"

Du Wutian loudly shouts, looked towards hundreds of Du Family Martial Artists behind him, "Du Family dísciple also went up, he opened his bow without turning back, this time, We can only kill to the end!"

However, Du Wutian took the Du Family dísciple and killed it from the battleship when he saw Ling Tian standing in the air in a golden armor, sneer. Looking at him, there was even disdain in his eyes.

Du Wutian's face was instantly filled with amazement, and then turned into endless resentment.

"little bastard, I didn't expect you to come back!" The voice was low and murderous intention overflowed.

If Ling Tian hadn't ruined all of his Du Family's plans, he wouldn't have been so easy, so he would take refuge in Barbarian Race and Demon Sect.

Furthermore, Du Family’s only hope is that Du Jinming’s life and death are unknown on the way to Zhong Prefecture.

Now it is bode ill rather than well.

And all of this is bestowed by Ling Tian.

In the past few months, the various glory that Ling Tian obtained in Yun Prefecture has passed back to Lingnan, like countless sharp swords, deeply pierced in his heart.

He is not reconciled, why can't Du Family rise like this?

That Ling Tian merely a trifling is a sword slave!

At this time, even if Ling Tian comes back, what can he do? Aspiring to the top of the big list is just a junior, he is the Grandmaster of the late golden body, and then can be killed.

Ling Tian has no expression on his face, his eyes are cold, "Du Family has not been destroyed yet, I naturally want to come back."

"Old Monster Du, I haven't seen you in a few months, but you are still This is what it looks like."

"The previous grievances have been cut off today. From now on, there will be no Du Family in Yun Prefecture!"

Du Wutian and his Behind him, Du Family Elder hearing this, extremely angry, and laughed back, "The arrogant kid, just a few months, the old man wants to see how far your cultivation base is now, how dare you be so rampant!"

The voice hadn't fallen yet, Du Wutian shot instantly, and the murderous intention burst out in his body.

With a radius of thousand zhang, the golden light suddenly appeared, and the wind howled.

Ling Tian's eyes severe light flashed continuously, and the hatred erupted in his heart.

When I went down the mountain, the mother and the younger sister were almost insulted by Du Family.

Outer sect grand competition, Du Fei made things difficult.

Valley of No Return, Du Jinming wants to put him to death.

Now, Du Family colludes with Demon Sect and Barbarian Race, and even Lingnan falls, countless Martial Artists lost their lives, mother and younger Sister, almost died.

Today, Ling Tian wants to take back all of this from Du Family!

Du Wutian's cultivation base reached the late stage of his golden body, and he slapped it down with an amazing imposing manner.

Ling Tian suddenly shook his head, one arm stretched out, five fingers imaginary grip.

This Du Wutian, now in his opinion, is too weak!

In the air, vitality suddenly condensed, twisted and bent in an instant, Du Wutian's giant palm was directly shattered by the impact, and then a big hand grabbed the latter tightly and pulled it high into the sky.

"Today, you Du Family hard to avoid calamity."

Ling Tian speaks indifferently, with a chilling voice, and only sees his vitality exploding on his arm, this time The prisoner dragon hand is actually stronger than the one in the mountain army camp five days ago!