Sword Master Ling Tian

Except for the warriors of Youhuang Sect, the other warriors could see that the incoming person was Zhen Moran, and they were all frightened.

The wicked name of this witch in the Western Regions was so terrible that almost none of them was targeted by her.

Nowadays, even if there are only three people on the other side, they still subconsciously disappeared.

"Ha ha ha, no one can escape from the palm of my Zhen Mo Ran's hand!"

Zhen Moran smiled yin and yin, and the voice fell, and his body slammed into a green mist and disappeared in place.

And the next moment, a faint green mist shuttled between the scattered warriors, but after three breaths, the smoke condensed in the original place again, and Zhen Moran slowly walked out of it.

As for the warriors who fleeed, they were all stunned in place, as if they had been tapped.

Zhen Mo Ran's palm moved slightly, and the warriors suddenly wailed in pain, and their horrified eyes were full of fear and impatience for pain.

After torturing more than a dozen breaths, those warriors all turned into blood and flowed all over the ground.

That scene is like purgatory.

Zhen Mo Ran's method of killing is really terrifying.

But at this time, opposite her, the two teams of You Huang Sect's martial artist were kept by Zhen Mo Ran.

"Zhen Moran, what do you want to do with you? We have always had no grievances and no grudges against you. How can you act against us because of others' words?"

The warriors of Youhuang Sect hesitated, but their voices were already trembling.

"Hehe, someone else? He is not someone else. I will kill whoever he asks me to kill."

Zhen Moran stepped forward, the sharp claw in his hand and the flame on it had already begun to burn.

"Hmph, Zhen Moran, don't think that I'm really scared of you by You Huangjiao, your combat power is about the same as mine!"

The disciple of Youhuang Sect's head teacher drew out the weapon in his hand, and was also ready to fight hard.

"Hehe, maybe it was, but now, you don't deserve to fight with me."

"Die!"

The voice fell, Zhen Moran disappeared again, but when she appeared, she had already arrived in front of the head teacher disciple.

Huh!

Above the sharp claws filled with scarlet flames, the phantom of the weapon soul that covered the flames of the sky flashed away.

And Sharp Claw also grabbed the disciple of the Youhuang Sect's head teacher.

"what!"

Feeling the terrifying aura that suddenly erupted from Zhen Mo Ran, the warrior was shocked, but he still subconsciously put the weapon in front of him.

Bang!

However, what made him shocked was that his weapon was instantly shattered like a piece of paper!

This is the top grade king soldier with tattoos, but it is just like that, unresisted and shattered into pieces!

However, before the teacher-master disciple could scream in exclamation in the future, he felt the pain of tearing in his chest.

But in the blink of an eye, Zhen Moran returned to the original place.

And the ten Youhuang Teachers who stood in the same place had all their weapons broken, and dripping scars appeared on their chests, as if they were scratched by sharp claws.

In the next moment, those bloodstains quickly became pitch black, and all ten of them held their heads in pain, witnessing their bodies festering and corrupting a little bit.

The whole process lasted for half a cup of tea. Before those people festered to their heads, they all remained awake. It could be said that they tasted pain until they finally died.

This way of death is really scary.

At least, the faces of Xu Zaidao and Li Jingjing who were watching were pale, and even Liu Min couldn't help touching his nose. Now Zhen Moran, even him, was not sure of winning.

But in such a short period of time, the dozens of people taught by You Huang died in the hands of one person.

Xu Zaidao was helped up by Li Jingjing and bowed to Yan Mo Ran, "Thank you girl for taking the shot!"

"Haha, it doesn't matter, you are Ling Tian's friends, this is what I should do."

Zhen Moran retracted his sharp claws and smiled softly, with the hideous face like a death **** just now, like two people.

"Uh……"

Xu Zaidao turned around and looked at Ling Tian, ​​"Brother Ling Tian, ​​I really trouble you..."

"It's not troublesome, I said, I will protect you two, that's just right, then you will follow me."

Ling Tian took out the stardial and took a look, but his pupils suddenly shrank.

He found that their current location was even closer to Qin Mingzhu, even the distance, which seemed to be only two to three thousand miles away.

It can be said that it is close at hand.

Moreover, this direction is also the direction of Shanhaizong.

"Ling Tian, ​​this should be the site of the Longhushan Zongmen, which belonged to the outlying affiliated Zongmen of the Shanhaizong. We arrived near the Shanhaizong so quickly!"

At this time, Liu Min also carefully identified the surrounding mountains and rivers, and suddenly exclaimed.

With Liu Min's affirmation, Ling Tian didn't doubt it anymore. This time he rescued Xu Zaidao and the two people, and it didn't delay time. On the contrary, he shortened a lot of time on the way by mistake.

"Ling Tian, ​​can the formation still work? Quickly let Chen Zhong bring people over."

Liu Min said anxiously.

"Well, but it seems that our troubles are not over yet."

But Ling Tian looked behind him, and Ling Tian came down cold.

"what?"

Liu Min and others also turned around and looked around. After a few breaths, their expressions changed, "Someone is here again!"

"And there are a lot of people, I feel a strong breath, seemingly an acquaintance."

Zhen Mo Ran stood in front of everyone, looking at the sky.

Xu Zaidao and Li Jingjing looked at each other, completely unaware of them.

The divine consciousness gap between the few people is really not small.

However, after a while, there were bursts of breaking air in the distant sky, densely packed!

Then, streams of light flickered in front of everyone, with hundreds of lights and shadows, one by one, falling on the peaks not far away from them.

"Haha, girl Zhen, brother Liu Min, don't be unharmed!"

Among the team of hundreds of warriors, one stood out. He was dressed in a azure-blue gold brocade, with a face like a crown jade, eyes like stars, a white jade crown on his head, and a blue jade scabbard in his hand. Treasure knife.

"Lantian Sword Sect, Zhang Jing, a jade-faced swordsman!"

When Liu Min saw the man walk out, he immediately whispered, as if he was quite jealous of this guy.

"Zhang Jing..."

Ling Tian glanced at the Qingyun list without a trace, and found that Zhang Jing of Lantian Sword Sect was ranked 33rd, only three places lower than he is now.

Moreover, at this time, Jing's cultivation was almost the same as Liu Min's, and his body was filled with sword intent, and he looked like the power of the new domain.

This is definitely a powerful Tianjiao martial artist.