Sword Master Ling Tian

However, just as everyone was about to discuss, there was another buzzing sound above the Wuhun Tower, and the light directly broke through the fifth floor and climbed to the sixth floor!

The sixth floor lights up!

A faint red light!

Sixth Grade Martial Soul!

hiss!

Now, on the quiet square, the sound of inhalation one after another, and the sound of exclamation.

Not only that, the red light stopped on the sixth floor, the glow fell, and it gradually condensed behind Du Fei, forming a golden tiger. The tiger’s eyes were golden, roaring and roaring, and the faintly released terrifying aura made everyone feel For its discoloration!

At this time, the audience was dead silent again!

Everyone in Qian Lianfeng's line was stunned, their eyes widened.

Liu Qianlian stood there with a blue face, his eyes full of sternness, and the disciples behind him looked at each other. Unexpectedly, Du Fei's martial arts aptitude would be so terrible!

Sixth-tier red light, sixth-rank martial arts spirit golden-eyed tiger!

How many years, before Xin Ziang submerged in Ziyun Sect, or a hundred years ago, there appeared in the sect

Because in the direction of the finger, there seemed to be something wrong with the figure.

"How can it be..."

Hu Bufan whispered, his eyes full of incredible.

In the martial arts arena, including the elders and children of the Inner Gate Qifeng, all of them focused on the first arena because of the sudden movements of the suzerain and Hu Bufan.

Liu Qianlian glanced in a gloomy expression, but raised his brows and exclaimed.

"This kid is breaking through!"

A word shook the thousand layers of waves, and everyone took a breath.

It is incredible to break through the arena of this big competition.

Moreover, Ling Tian's original cultivation base was the pinnacle of the eight layers of quintessence. If he breaks through at this time, is it possible to advance to the nine layers of quintessence?

This is unbelievable.

From being a sword slave to today's twenty-eight consecutive victories, from a trash to the eighth peak of the pure body, this sword slave took only half a month to reach the sky.

Isn't his legend over yet? !

Jin Yunfeng's master Zhong Changkong and Du Fei looked at each other, and a trace of anxiety flashed in their eyes.

The Big Bi could end perfectly, but it was really annoying because of a rush to disrupt the plan one after another.

"Uh..."

At this time, Ling Tian on the first ring let out a muffled hum, his aura gradually climbed, his body trembled, his face distorted, and his ferocious face became more and more ferocious.

Not only that, the thin and scattered cyclones also centered on him, spinning up, rolling up his clothes, grinning.

"Boom!"

When everyone was holding their breath, they heard a muffled sound like a thin film, the cyclone surrounding Ling Tian collapsed, and then condensed into a solid atmosphere, circling up.

Ling Tian's aura directly climbed to a peak in an instant!

"Cui Ti Jiu Zhong, he succeeded in breaking through! This..." Liu Qianlian clenched his hands into fists, excited.

Hu Bufan swept his beard and nodded repeatedly. Instead, Zhong Changkong stood with his hands in his hands, curling his lips and humming coldly.

Ling Tianqiang endured the long unsettled wave in the Dantian Qi Sea, and the exhaustion that swept through his body, opened his scarlet eyes, and slowly stood up with the Qing Lei Sword.

Seeing that everyone hadn't dispersed yet, the Martial Spirit Tower was still floating in the air, Ling Tian's heart relaxed, and he opened his mouth hoarsely and said, "Elder, disciple Ling Tian, ​​apply for the awakening of Martial Spirit!"

"I want... I want to enter the inner door!"