Sword Master Ling Tian

"Give you one last chance, give up and get out."

Ling Tian held the sword high, his expression becoming more and more indifferent.

"Hehe, you're not ashamed of speaking! These weapons of the immortal monarch are in your hands and you are covered in dust!"

Weng Leng's pupils shrank, and then suddenly raised the spear in his hand and pierced it straight.

"I see you, how can I take this shot now!"

His spear pierced in the air, the meaning of god-level spear light all over his body, while whistling, flying on the vast battle platform, forming a terrible spear light airflow, flowing in the direction of Ling Tian, ​​bloody aura permeated , So that the entire battle platform suddenly became cold.

Just like the name of his immortal monarch, the blood massacre, his marksmanship, were derived from the army's killing.

"How did Jinxian face Xianjun, how did an idiot like you cultivate to this day?" Wei Leng grinned.

Above the long spear in his hand, the spear light burst out, and he turned into a blood-colored tiger. He raised his head and showed an intoxicated look. The flowing spear light air flow drowned everything, and Ling Tian was instantly enveloped in this **** air flow. in.

Feeling this kind of breath, the complexions of Yan Qinghong and others are not very beautiful.

This Wei Leng's combat power is not fake.

Xiaohouye Wang Chen felt Wei Leng's spear light, and a bright smile appeared on his face.

This battle will definitely bring back all the faces he wants!

Wei Leng's body gradually rose into the sky. With the gun hanging in the sky, he looked at Ling Tian and said, "Although your kendo attainments are tyrannical, you are only a golden immortal after all, and can be defeated in my hands. Your honor."

When the voice fell, Wei Leng waved his hand, and in an instant, the endless spear intent turned into a real spear light, slashing towards Ling Tian's body.

Looking at the figure shrouded in the breath of the blood-colored gunway, many people sighed secretly. It's a pity that Ling Tian's strength is not weak, but he is still impulsive.

At this moment, I saw Ling Tian step forward. At this moment, he seemed to be not only a person, but also a sword, an invincible sword.

The moment he stepped out, an unmatched sword intent went straight forward, splitting the flowing blood-red breath, his footsteps took a step forward.

Around his body, a terrifying sword curtain formed, which seemed to be a storm formed by a hundred thousand sword shadows.

When Wei Leng's intention to kill the spear light came, it penetrated directly into the sword curtain, flowing on the sword curtain around his body, and the defensive sword curtain was not broken as many people imagined. Open, but, everything is shattered!

That’s right, Wei Leng’s **** spear light breath was ruthlessly shattered.

Under the Xeon's god-level sword intent, these are nothing but chickens!

"Ok?"

Wei Leng's eyes flashed, and he glanced at Ling Tian in surprise.

It seemed that Ling Tian really had some ways.

The general trend of a single spearman seems to be true, but he can't help it.

He danced with both hands, endless spear lights moved with his hands, the horrible spear lights seemed to obey his instructions.

After that, Wei Leng waved his hand and stabbed another shot.

The spear light came out, and the void cracked every inch. Under this gun, all the immortal monarchs present were retreating.

As if Ling Tian hadn't seen it, he stepped out again, and a hundred thousand sword shadows walked with him. He lifted his sword and walked flat on the ground.

The spear light was in front of Ling Tian, ​​like paper.

In the end, when the spear light shook above Ling Tian's sword shadow, there was only a muffled sound, and immediately, the spear light was swallowed by the sword shadow again.

Ling Tian is still safe and sound.

Even, everyone no longer felt Ling Tian's breath, and on the battle platform, there was only the whistling sword intent.

"This guy is really strong."

Liu Zhaoer actually stood up slowly, looking at the figure holding the dragon sword and surrounded by the shadow of the sword.

She seems to have seen this sword intent and temperament.

But that person is the proud son of the Holy Land, and the wind continues.

Many people showed different colors, and Xuetu Xianjun had already released two shots. Although it was more of a spear light, he hadn't broken the defense yet and couldn't hurt Ling Tian.

Wei Leng's eyes narrowed slightly, his palm stretched out, and the stronger Immortal Yuan was born, and in the end, everything poured into the blood-colored spear in his hand.

This time, Wei Leng shot out, like a group of tigers galloping.

Nine shots were fired in a row.

Those incomparably bright spear lights seemed to cut the void into countless pieces. Ling Tian's figure was completely enveloped in the spear lights, bearing the endless spear lights to kill him, and the terrifying light curtains flooded him. The figure blocked everyone's vision, but seeing the splendid scarlet spear light cage, many people felt sorry for Ling Tian.

I am afraid that Ling Tian can no longer persist.

The spear light can smash the void, and it screams loudly. Wei Leng's movements finally stopped. Looking at the terrible **** storm that enveloped Ling Tian's body, a sneer was outlined at the corner of his mouth. There, he felt that only sword energy was left. , He saw Ling Tian's body, as if being penetrated by thousands of sword intent.

In the dazzling storm, Ling Tian's body seemed like a shadow, and everyone's eyes fell on that figure, and they saw endless spear lights shuttle among the sword shadows.

Although the god-level sword intent was tyrannical, it couldn't stop such killings.

"Lost." Many people sighed, Jin Xian, after all, is not Xianjun's opponent.

On Wang Chen's face was a triumphant smile, Liu Zhaoer, should he admit that he was wrong?

Then, under the battle platform, dyed Qinghongfeng Qixi and others, but there is no strange color.

Just kidding, now Ling Tian just sacrificed his sword intent, where did he go?

Everyone's emotions were different, but seeing that at this time, the figure that was madly penetrated by the spear light suddenly moved again, and he took a step forward, although there was only one step, but everyone's expressions were frozen there.

Wei Leng was also stunned. Can he persist?

At the moment he was stunned, the horror spear lights surrounding Ling Tian suddenly burst.

Tens of thousands of sword shadows exploded from it.

Wei Leng's face changed, and then he saw a pair of pupils, and a sword shadow appeared in his mind.

"impossible!"

Wei Leng scolded angrily, but the next moment, Ling Tian Long Sword pointed straight.

A hundred thousand sword shadows roared out like a dragon.

Turn defense to offense.

Just sword intent.

Ahhhhhhh!

Being raged by Wandao Jianguang, Wei Leng frantically danced his blood spear to resist, but Ling Tian's sword was sharp horizontally.

He could not resist at all.

But while breathing, the blood-colored city wall was cut into countless sections, scattered from the sky.

What fell together was the body whose armor was broken and bloody.

"Xianjun? Is it the enemy of Jinxian?"

Ling Tian's voice sounded over the entire square.

The crowd was dumbfounded in horror.

In Xiaohouye's team, Wei Leng, who was second only to Liu Mubai in combat power, was defeated! ?

From the start, the defeat is so miserable!