Sword Master Ling Tian

Bai Zhi and the others rushed out of the hall and saw Ling Tian already standing in front of the cliff, looking at the south of Tianhe Mountain.

"Really...really a barbarian, so many!"

"Broken! It is the Uighur tribe led by Scarlet Blood!"

"The Uighur tribe came out! This is too coincidental!"

The elders took a look, and their faces instantly became ashes.

Ling Tian held the hilt of the sword at his waist, a sharp light flashed in his eyes.

Standing on a high place, looking down, you can see within dozens of miles.

As far as I could see, a large cloud of dark clouds spread from the ground in the distance of the Tianhe Mountain battlefield.

Like a giant beast crawling on the earth, and like a black wave, sweeping across the sky and the earth.

The rumbling roar was deep and shocking.

A muffled thunder sounded from the earth, constantly hammering on people's hearts.

"Roar!"

And a faint green light suddenly rose from the black waves, and a roar that shook the sky.

High-level demons!

The huge black and gold iron wings that stretched out were extremely shocking.

At the same time, within the demon sect resident, several martial arts phantoms flickered, flew into the sky, followed the high-rank barbarian, and flew towards Tianhe Mountain.

"The decisive battle, finally here..."

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"Lingnan sect, those who do not descend, die!"

A roar came from the sky, with rolling coercion, hammering on everyone's hearts.

Those who are weak in cultivation are all fearful.

The Uighur, with red blood, had just withdrawn from another front.

In fact, even if Li Wuxin didn't ask for help, he would bring his army to the Tianhe Mountain.

Because Ling Tian is here.

The hand of this person was stained with the blood of the Bertan tribe.

Under the command of Beizheng, the young general Aojie was in the army.

To kill this person, the Uighur tribe won the favor of the young general Aojie, and it is just around the corner.

So today, Ling Tian must die.

"It's over, the red blood is here! Coupled with Li Wuxin's strength in the late stage of the opposing Ningpao, there are two people!" Lin Sen opened his mouth, his mouth was bitter.

"Everyone, why don't we...retreat! We are by no means rivals, we can stay here!" said a sect elder.

Bai Zhi shook his head: "If you can't retreat, Tianhe Mountain will fall, and Lingnan will be instantly torn apart in a big word. By then, we will all be sinners of Nantang!"

"Yes, Elder Bai is right, for the sake of our sect behind him, we must never retreat! Defeating Tianhe Mountain!" Ji Tie drew the flame-colored long knife from his waist and said in a deep voice.

"Shou? How to defend?" Lin Sen sighed. "The opponent has seven players above the mid-Ningpao stage, and there are two more comparable to the late-Ningpao stage. We..."

"Elder Ling, it's still you, let's make the decision!" Bai Zhi said suddenly.

When the six elders heard this, they all looked forward.

That slightly thin but tall back figure.

At this time, they hope to get the decision of the person responsible for the Ziyun Sect Master.

Regardless of whether the decision is to defend or retreat, you will undoubtedly have to bear all possible consequences.

This is a responsibility, but as heavy as a mountain...

The figure of the younger generation who only had the cultivation base of Piquan in front of him looked extremely thin.

"Ha ha...."

A peak blew from the mountain, raising the figure's white cloak and waterfall-like black hair.

Hunting.

A golden light flashed under the cloak.

With a chuckle, the figure slowly removed the golden long stick behind it.

Speaking slowly.

"You guys, are you confident that you can hold the six spirited monsters besides Scarlet Blood?"

Behind him, the six elders looked at each other and were silent for a moment, but Ji Tie took the lead to stand up and speak out.

"I can deal with Li Wuxin, the remaining five are nothing to worry about."

"Yes, even if we can't kill, but if we drag it, there is no problem." Bai Zhi pursed her lips, still said: "However, Elder Ling, that **** combat power is terrifying, Elder Qin Han of Guizong , I was seriously injured by him! You..."

Bai Zhi knew that he couldn't judge the back in front of him with ordinary eyes, but Scarlet Blood was really tyrannical.

"It's okay..."

The figure still didn't look back.

Although Lin Shan was not dead, the Ice Tribulation Pill was gone.

That was Lin Yanyan's mother, who had spent her life in exchange for it.

The Ziyun sect disciple who was killed was still in the cold.

This blood debt should be paid by blood.

"The life of the scarlet blood belongs to me..."

The overbearing voice fell, and the purple sword was unsheathed on his waist and slowly inserted into the top of the golden stick.

Golden sticks and purple swords merge into one.

A purple thunder and purple fire ignited from the right hand, and gradually spread across the spear.

The five formations merged into one in an instant, bathing in purple thunder.

Today, the spear of Yunshan will drink up the blood of the barbarians!

"This... five-seater formation!"

Everyone behind him glanced at each other in surprise, all surprised.

You know, the four formations are already middle-grade spiritual weapons, and five or more are the signs of high-grade spiritual weapons.

Even among them, none of them possessed high-grade spiritual weapons.

However, what surprised them was much more than that.

The figure slowly raised the spear and pointed at the stars.

Suddenly, the wind and clouds rise together, and a terrible prestige erupts.

The blood in his body was tumbling like a river of thousands of miles upside down and hung in the sky, violently surging in his body.

Cyclones all over his body shook wildly, disturbing the space, and bursts of domineering aura suddenly erupted from the inside to the outside.

The momentum suddenly climbed under the stimulation of the long spear!

It seems that the tip of the spear smashed a certain kind of barrier with one blow!

Breakthrough!

"Elder Ling's cultivation base is advanced!"

Bai Zhi exclaimed. They didn't expect that Ling Tian would be able to break through at this critical moment of life and death.

What kind of evildoer is this, breaking through the shackles in this desperate situation, watching the prestige that erupts, how deep is the background?

And the breakthrough is so unimpeded, it's a matter of course!

But, even so, it was only in the late stage of Piquan.

He had to face it, but the Barbarian Clan Scarlet Blood.

Ling Tian stands on the top of the mountain.

Hold high the gun of Yunshan.

The fighting spirit in his chest gradually rose, and his desire swallowed thousands of miles.

Suddenly, his left hand shook, and a wave of energy wandered uneasy, trying to break out.

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"Hehe, do you want to help me too?"

With a deep groan, Ling Tian slowly raised his left hand, and the golden mark on the inside of his arm was shining.

"Zheng!"

With a clank, Ling Tian suddenly clenched his left hand into a fist.

I saw a golden glow rising into the sky, and a golden shield was caught in Ling Tian's hand.

The golden shield dragon shadows roam, and the dragons sing in bursts!

Closing his eyes, Ling Tian felt the vitality surging in his body, rushing like a river, full of strength.

"Although I am weak in Ling Tian, ​​I have blood."

"Today, all the monarchs are fighting side by side with me, to stay in the history and be remembered by the world."

"Please beat the drums for me and shout wildly!"

"Those who violate our mountains and rivers, no matter the barbarians or the demons."

"I will slaughter them together!"

A faint voice fell from Tianhe Mountain.

Up and down Tianhe Mountain, thousands of Lingnan sect warriors slowly drew out their weapons.

Looking into the distance, growl in the mouth.

The fighting spirit is boiling.

"Damn, God is so **** awesome! Today, the group of **** I want to kill, Qin Shaoyang, throw away their helmets and armor!"

Infected by Ling Tian's aura, Qin Shaoyang drew out his double mace from his waist, arrogantly dry.

At this time, his aura has reached the late stage of Piquan.

"Today, being able to fight with Elder Ling and die is worth it!"

Yan Jian Ge Ji Lie's hands were wrapped in the hot flame, his eyes were like torches.

"Children of the Ziyun Sect, today, even if the last drop of blood is drained, I will never retreat. My disciple of the Ziyun Sect, there is no scumbag! Fight with them!"

Wooden Tiezhu carried the Xuangang sledgehammer, roaring like a tiger.

That person is not afraid, so what are they afraid of?

Ling Tian held a purple spear in his right hand and a golden shield in his left hand.

The purple fire wings suddenly opened behind him, and the light bloomed on the top of the mountain.

Like a pearl, like a lighthouse.

With a long scream, straight down from the top of the Qianzhang mountain!

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That day.

Tianhe Mountain.

The demons invaded.

Barbarian soldiers are coming.

Ling Tian, ​​dressed in white, flew down to the top of Tianhe Mountain alone.

Raise the purple spear and the golden shield.

When the first sound of the heavenly war drum sounded between heaven and earth.

When the first roar echoed in the mountains.

When Ling Tian flew in front of the barbarian army, his temples flew up.

Wanton, arrogant!

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