Sword Master Ling Tian

"Hmph, Qin Mingyue, Qin Shaoyang, you have never thought that there is still today! The blame is your self-righteous city lord father, the day he destroys my ghost gate, you are doomed to die!"

"Also, don’t think I don’t know. My ghostly gate treasure is in your hands. I will let you die quickly if you hand it over, otherwise...hehe, you will be guilty and suffer. !"

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

The speaker was the leader of this group of warriors. At this time, they all changed into all black robes.

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

Qin Shaoyang's face was as sinking as water, and he lived up to his previous bohemianism, staring at the speaker firmly in his eyes.

He and Qin Mingyue did not find the missing Ling Tian, ​​so they could only act according to the original plan, but at the last stage of this time limit, they were besieged by a dozen ghost spirit martial artists who had entered Wuhuigu. They and Lin who had joined midway Yan Yan and Ye Bao'er joined forces to fight, although they killed a few people, they were still besieged here.

Both he and Qin Mingyue had life-saving means. They could have escaped, but now they can't abandon Lin Yanyan and Ye Bao'er.

"Luo Ran, I didn't expect that you, the remnant of the Ghost Spirit Sect, would really escape the catastrophe, but if you want to kill us, you have to look at the sword in my hand, I promised not to!"

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

As for the ghostly gate treasure Feng Mojian in the other party's mouth, he and Qin Mingyue had already grasped the opportunity.

"Since you want to die so, then I will fulfill you!"

Luo Ran also endured to the limit, his face instantly like ice, his hands filled with black mist, turned into a sharp claw, and he was about to kill.

"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, and a golden token flashes in his hand, and then suddenly, the magic mirror turns into a golden light and bursts out.

"Get the enchantment mirror first!"

Luo Ran shouted, greeted the ghost martial artist on the left and right to act in an instant, and chased the magic mirror.

But just as the ghosts were about to catch up with the golden light of Feng Mojian, a figure in a green shirt suddenly flew out from behind the hills, and before the golden light, he caught Feng Mojian in his hands. The backhand was closed.

"Who are you!"

"Bold, dare to seize my ghostly gate treasure and look for death!"

"It's just waste from the early days of Piquan, kill him!"

There were five Ghost Spirit Sect martial artists who caught up. At this moment, they all yelled again and again, and they couldn't help but shot one after another, and various martial arts blasted down on the blue-shirted martial artist.

These five people are all in the late stage of Piquan, and they are powerful. At this time, they are very angry, and they are all killer moves. The vitality and coercion carried by the martial arts swept away like a stormy sea.

"roll!"

The blue-shirted warrior snorted coldly, and lifted the silver stick in his hand. A mighty force suddenly swelled, like the top of Mount Tai, condensed into a phantom of tens of feet long sticks, and swept away at the five people in an instant.

"boom!"

How powerful is the powerful formation of the shocking stick, arrogant and pure, and a loud noise erupted, and the five warriors of the ghost gate were shocked out in an instant, falling into the hills, and the eyes were even more intense. It was a look of horror.

They couldn't believe that a warrior who was only in the early stage of Piquan was able to shock them back, and the power that the silver rod burst out even shattered all of their arms!

Huh!

But the green shirt warrior didn't give up, looking coldly, it was a five-nail-like mental attack burst out.

what! what! what! what!

Suddenly, the five ghost martial artist Yihai was like a pin, all of them were severely injured, their complexions twisted, and their heads wailed.

"Fighting Soul Warrior!"

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

From the appearance of the green shirt warrior, smashing down the silver stick, and then attacking the five post-Piquan warriors with a mental attack, the whole process only took a few breaths!

This kind of terrifying combat power, it seems that only the masters of the condensed soul realm can do it.

However, there is no return here!

Seeing that the vengeance was about to be repaid, and the sect of the sect was about to be lost and recovered, but such a terrifying existence was killed halfway, how could he not let Luo Ran furious.

"This friend, you and I have no grievances or grudges at the ghost gate, why bother to come in. If you hand over the Feng Mojian and exit, I am willing to give these people's storage rings with both hands, otherwise, don't blame us for being dead! "

After just thinking about it for a moment, Luo Ran had a judgment in his heart. Even if the opponent can display a tyrannical combat power that is comparable to the courage, it is definitely with the help of external force and cannot be used again.

Therefore, he did both soft and hard, wanting to startle the other side.

"You don't deserve it just by you."

But the blue shirt warrior didn't buy it. When Luo Ran's voice fell, a sharp light flashed in his eyes, and a sword-shaped mental attack instantly condensed and burst out.

"what!"

Luo Ran exclaimed, but he was still prepared, and saw that he took out a small pitch black clock and stood in front of him.

"clang!"

A bell rang, and although Luo Ran was not attacked by Divine Mind, Chong Chuang Hai was still shaken out, and the small seed in his hand was also shattered into dross.

"Ok?!"

Seeing that his divine mind attack didn't work, the blue-shirted warrior also screamed in confusion, but he rushed up, and the silver rod in his hand smashed into the air, like a boulder pressed down.

"hateful!"

Luo Ran was terrified, and forced to endure the severe pain in his brain, dancing with his hands, before he condensed a shield with the ghost of the black fog.

"Boom!"

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

"Haha, my ghost spirit shield, what can you do with me?!" Seeing this, Luo Ran laughed wildly behind the shield.

The green shirt warrior 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 will not work, I will have a hundred sticks!"

The idea of ​​the green shirt warrior is extremely simple, that is, to use a storm-like offensive to completely crush the tenacity of the wandering soul shield.

Bang bang bang!

The continuous muffled noises continued, and the scene was extremely shocking. Every time the silver stick in the hands of the Qingshan warrior was smashed, it seemed to be blessed by the mighty force, one stick quickly resembled a stick, and a stick heavy like a stick!

Luo Ran was terrified!

The smashed ghost shield trembled!

Feeling that the wandering spirit shield in front of him was about to be defeated, but the opponent's power seemed to be inexhaustible, Luo Ran couldn't help but shouted: "I'm not hostile to you! Why do you aim at my ghost door!"

"No enmity?"

The green shirt warrior sneered, "Your Young Master of the Ghost Spirit Sect is dead in my hands. Do you have any enemies?"

"What are you talking about? You killed Luosen!" Luo Ran was taken aback, staring at the Qingshan Warrior.

"Go to Yin Cao Jifu and ask him!"

The green shirt warrior didn't want to say much, and suddenly used force to smash the already weak wandering soul shield with one stick.

"puff!"

Luo Sen was about to continue dealing with the blue shirt warrior, but saw a blue and purple thunder light flickering in from the undisillusioned black mist, and while extinguishing the black mist of the wandering soul, a puff penetrated his chest.

Seeing the Thunderman's formation totem flashing on the half of the sword, Luo Ran vomited blood in his mouth, startled: "Zi...Zi Shang Sword! You, you are Ziyun Sect Lingtian!"

"Yes, it's me!"

The green shirt warrior snorted coldly, and his hands trembled. The purple sword formation trembled violently, and the sword aura burst out suddenly, breaking Luo Ran to pieces, but the flesh and blood was beaten to dust by the thunder.

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

Ling Tian picked up the sword and turned around, and together with Qin Shaoyang and others, killed the remaining ghost martial artists.

"My God! 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 returned the sword into its sheath, curled up the corner of his mouth and smiled.

"Ling Tian, ​​you.... How could you become so strong." Lin Yanyan looked at Ling Tian, ​​like a sharp sword that was already out of its sheath, so sharp.

"When was I weak?"

Qin Mingyue walked up with Yueqin, worried: "Ling Tian, ​​it is said that at the entrance of Chishan in the center, Du Jinming has already taken the Du family's children to block the road to the mountain, and only waits for your Ziyun sect disciple to go up and directly suppress it!"

"Du Jinming!"

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Ling Tian looked at Chishan towering in the distance, his eyes condensed slightly.

What he was looking for was Du Jinming!

Without Huigu and his party, Ziyunzong and Du's family are destined to never die!

That being the case, Ling Tian is not prepared to continue to keep it. He wants to explode all his strengths. With his current combat power, he is not afraid of any contemplation. If his cards are exhausted, he is a congenial martial artist, and he has the confidence to fight. !

He wants to fight, the fighting Du family is trembling, and the fighting Du family is convinced!

In this battle, he wants to show off!

In this battle, he wants to be famous in Lingnan!

The fighting spirit in Ling Tian's eyes became more and more intense, and at the extreme, the blood in the forehead in his chest was boiling because of the surging fighting spirit!

The black hair on one of his heads moved with the wind, and the green robe on his body was hunting and hunting, and a tyrannical aura burst out of his body.

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