Sword Venerable Ling Tian

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The sound of the explosion was deafening, and every sound made people feel like a heavy blow.

The shock wave generated by the hedge set off a sky full of gravel, wherever the trees pass, no matter how thick or thin they are, all the trees are broken at the root.

Martial Artist with a low cultivation base, face deathly pale, vomiting a mouthful of blood and passed out directly.

Even the tyrannical Barbarian Race warriors with fleshy body, those who are close to each other, are all flying out and rolling down the mountain.

Chaha, who rushed with his gun, was able to withstand a single blow in front of the terrifying power of the three punches, and he was hit hard in just an instant.

In the continuous loud noise, there seemed to be a cracking sound.

Just when everyone was shocked, only a coldly snorted came out from the air.

In the turbid smoke and dust, a vague figure gradually emerged.

The cloak unfolded suddenly and vigorously vibrated, suddenly as the autumn gale sweeps away the fallen leaves, crushing dry weeds and smashing rotten wood, sweeping away the raised rubble and dust debris.

On the empty halfway up the mountainside, Ling Tian stood proudly, the wounds of his arms no longer bleed, an armor is still surging with brilliance, and a black hair is flying freely with the mountain breeze.

And Chaha had already fallen into the gorge opposite, exploded into a huge pit, covered in blood-colored scales and flew up, huge wings resurfaced, but they were already in tatters.

Bringing interest, nothing!

"Chaha, dead?"

"The three-patterned savage general, the savage gold body burned the Barbarian Race gold bloodline, and was finally beaten to death by Ling Tian with his fist!"

"Is this still a Barbarian Race, is this Ling Tian still a human?!"

Under Purple Sky Mountain, the eyes of the sect Martial Artists are full of shock, and I can't believe it.

The boxing technique that Ling Tian suddenly displayed, the formidable power is so big that people are a little unbelievable...

At that last moment, many people felt that Ling Tian was bound to die.

Who would have thought that not only did he not die.

I also used Fleshy body boxing to fight against Chaha.

I didn't give each other a chance.

After a while, when Ling Tian slowly pulled out the bright long spear behind his back again, and when his gaze swept down the mountain, the Barbarian Race army seemed to explode in an instant, and roar continued to panic. .

Some generals even screamed directly and turned around and ran away.

The Barbarian Race army of hundreds of thousands collapsed across the board in an instant.

"Run? Can you run away, slaughter Barbarian Race, blood stained with purple, Yun Prefecture sect is the same way, join me, kill!"

Ling Tian a long whistle , Flew past, and after receiving the Merit Token of Nachaha’s Blood Soul, he directly rushed into the back of the Barbarian Race army.

"Keep a prairie fire!"

Ling Tian's hands hold a long spear like a lava overflow, a huge hot spear glow, swept away, and wherever it went, Barbarian Race was slaughtered. .

One after another Blood Soul was torn into the martial arts card by Ling Tian. From a distance, Ling Tian is a huge moving blood bubble, but the standing Barbarian Race is getting less and less. ...

Rao is the Barbarian Race, but the battle of hundreds of thousands of troops still kills the murky heavens dark earth. This kill is one day and one night. This kill is blood. Flowing thousands of miles!

Until Qin Hai stood on the city wall and looked at the golden armor figure standing proudly under Lingnan City, he couldn't help being shocked.

The disaster of Lingnan, which has never been encountered in a hundred years, was solved by Ling Tian...

West of Lingnan City, broken army mountain.

Back then, the young first generation of Yunhou once slaughtered the Barbarian Race Number One Influence 300,000 army of the Golden Rongyi tribe under this mountain, this mountain, hence the name.

But today, Pojun Mountain remains the same, but Yunhou has passed away.

And Ling Tian is wearing a golden armor, holding a rainbow spear, standing in the blood.

Under the mountain, more than 200,000 sect Martial Artists suddenly stopped, like a sculpture.

Under their feet is the land infested by the blood of Barbarian Race.

A fighting intent, a general trend, mixed with blood-reeking qi, spread wantonly.

Zhang Kaifeng, Qin Shaoyang and the others' fighting intents outside the body are messy and violent. At this moment, they seem to be attracted by some kind of Ling Tian, ​​who flies to the top of the mountain.

Gradually merged with Ling Tian’s own fighting intent. Although the fusion was slow, an unprecedented feeling suddenly appeared in the hearts of everyone at this moment. They looked at the top of the mountain, but that way seemed to be able to support the whole The figure seated in the sky, a sense of awe instantly emanated from the heart.

Ling Tian is also immersed in an unprecedented artistic conception at this time. Through the blending of fighting intents, he can clearly feel the Martial Artist heartbeat that surrounds Pojun Mountain at the foot of the mountain, that kind of enthusiasm And worship, it seems that all the power is handed over to him to control.

This feeling is so cool!

This kind of feeling is incomprehensible in sect.

This surging fighting intent is slowly condensed above the army, with Ling Tian as the tip of Pojun Mountain, with Qiu Xianji, Liang Lu, Le Kong, Anle and other great Accomplishment of the late golden body The above Grandmaster as the body, with more than 200,000 Martial Artist as the shot, the fighting intent is condensed into a long spear, straight into the sky!

This long spear general fighting intent is looking at you vertically and horizontally. It is irresistible wherever it refers, and any shackles seem to be destroyed in an instant.

At the moment when this fighting intent is formed, not only in Lingnan City, but also on the mountain army warship that has just arrived in the west of Guizhou, and even at the major Legion’s borders far away from several tens of thousands of li. In the Chinese military camp, the Corps Heads all opened their eyes, and the divine light burst out in their eyes.

Showing the sense of shock, suddenly got up and flew out of the camp, looking at the sky!

Fighting intent type!

When fighting intents are huge to the extreme, they can transform into a qualitative form.

Either a fierce beast, or a tenacious mountain.

The four corps of Yun Prefecture are named after fighting intents.

However, with the exception of Yunwei, the other four regiments have not allowed the fighting intent to reappear on the battlefield since the establishment of Nantang.

Fighting intent type.

Only after experiencing countless fights, can there be a strange state between the generals and the subordinates. After entering this situation, it is equivalent to the generals and integrates all the fighting intents of the subordinates. Your body, in turn, makes the battle strength soaring exponentially.

In this state, the overall battle strength can skyrocket. Legion, with fighting intent transforming blessing, is an enemy that no one wants to face on the battlefield!

And the generals who turn fighting intent into shape are the existence that all Corps Heads are yearn for something even in dreams.

But at this time, the frontier battle of Yun Prefecture has just begun, and someone shook the army fighting intent?

This is a battle that cannot be achieved!

"What's the matter? Could it be that Huo Huaichuan of the Stormtroopers turned the fighting intent into shape?"

Standing at the bow of the ship, Cheng Sanjin felt the air, that faint Fighting intent from afar, muttering to himself.

The Jingtao Army is the most powerful corps in battle strength besides Yunwei.

Huo Huaihuan is also Yunhou’s most respected fierce general. Because of this, although Cheng Sanjin holds the command of the Qingyan Mountains and the two armies, he was still suppressed by Huo Huaihuan during the foreign war. One end.

So, the first thing he thought of was Huo Huaihuan.

But, if he knew about the fighting intent, he had met Ling Tian seven days ago, he would be depressed to death...