Sword Master Ling Tian

"Really calm! I don't know that so many people are worried about him!" Upstairs in the Shihua Pavilion, Qin Mingyue's clenched fist loosened.

At that moment, even though she knew Ling Tian was confident, she couldn't help but worry.

"Boom!"

Everyone was still in surprise, Ling Tian had already launched a counterattack.

"Falling Dragon!"

Fu Demon Stick's second killer move came down awe-inspiringly, with the blessing of Feiyan, at such a speed, Chu Kuang couldn't avoid it at all, and could only make it hard.

"boom!"

There was another loud noise, and Ling Tian Zique scabbard and Yang Yan sword shook each other. Although Yang Yan sword was a famous sword, the Zique scabbard did not fall in the slightest.

Under Jianglong's stick, Chu Kuang's knees softened by the force of gravity, which made the knees of Chu Kuang supported by Qingdao soft, and he fell to his knees.

The tiger's mouth cracked, and blood spread along the hilt.

At this moment, Chu Kuang really felt how terrifying the vigorous vitality in Ling Tian's body was.

It's simply unfathomable.

The power of this trick Jianglong was more than several times that of Fuhu. Although Chu Kuang took it, he no longer had the power to fight again and was suppressed.

"Remember, the one who defeated you was Ziyun Sect, Ling Tian!"

The Zique scabbard stuck tightly on the blade of the Yangyan Knife, and Ling Tian's voice was cold.

Condescendingly, in this battle, Ling Tian had already won the battle without using the power of martial spirit.

"No, I, Chu Kuang, is a disciple of Qingtianzong, how could I be defeated by you!"

Chu Kuang clenched his teeth, his arms trembling, but his back suddenly shook, and a scarlet fire lion phantom that was six feet tall suddenly appeared.

At this last juncture, Chu Kuang took the lead in urging Wuhun!

Chu Kuang’s martial soul is a sixth-grade fire-type beast martial soul. The main attack is to kill and kill. It is blessed by the power of the martial soul, which reduces the pressure on Chu Kuang’s hand. Not only that, the flames erupted and tumbling on the Sun Flame Blade At the limit state, Ling Tian's Zique scabbard collapsed with a backhand.

"Hehe, do you think you can win this way?"

The corners of Ling Tian's mouth twitched a little, and there was also a few traces of anger. On the purple fault sword sheath, the vitality condensed into the shape of a dragon and a tiger. Fall again.

"Fumo overwhelmed!"

Ling Tian was also the last few days of the final killer move of the Demon Rod Technique, and it was only a few days before he touched this move. Although he was not very familiar with it, he could barely use it.

In the Dantian Qi sea, the nine-color Daoji bursts and the spirit spring is gushing, and the two vitality is poured into the Zique scabbard, like a heavy mountain, blasting towards Chu Kuang.

Dragon and tiger entangled, this trick is the essence of the magic stick method, and the power is doubled again.

Ling Tian and Chu Kuang's ultimate ultimate move disturbed the vitality around them, and the air wave rolled and spread.

A group of warriors had to step back and drove away.

One can imagine how terrifying the confrontation between the two will be.

Chu Kuang's face was savage, and he urged all his vitality. The dignity battle between himself and the Great Heaven Sect was after the sword.

He didn't allow himself to lose, but the devil's stick above his head gave him a feeling of powerlessness.

Although, he has tried his best.

"Amitabha!"

But at this moment, a Buddha's horn suddenly sounded in the crowd, like Hong Zhong Dalü blasting in his ears, even Ling Tian and Chu Kuang's spiritual thoughts were shocked, and the hands were stagnant for a moment, and there was a golden light. It flashed, and the next moment, it was between Ling Tian and Chu Kuang.

"Dangdang!"

Two golden stones exploded, and the long humming continued, and the warriors with weaker minds covered their ears and howled in pain.

After more than a dozen breaths, the vitality and smoke of the riot were completely dissipated, and the buzzing in the brain also disappeared. Everyone looked in the middle of the field, but saw that the field had become three at this time. personal.

A monk holding a golden meditation staff, one-handed knot, standing between Ling Tian and Chu Kuang, his complexion was indifferent, and Gu Jing was waveless.

On the other hand, Ling Tian and Chu Kuang had some ups and downs in their chests.

"Xing Yi! It's the Xing Yi monk, what's going on with them, why do they suddenly intervene?"

Everyone was talking about it, and it was clear that the victory or defeat was about to be born at that moment, but now, it has been ruined by Xingyi.

Zhang Kaifeng shook his head and cursed with a smile: "This bald donkey is nosy!"

"Oh, what do you mean!"

Behind the monk Xingyi, Chu Kuang said in a dull voice.

"Amitabha, the victory and defeat have already been divided, why does the donor have to fight for his life? I really don't want to see the two of the donors get hurt, so I have to stop it. I hope the donor does not blame it."

"What do you mean, who lost?"

The monk Xingyi turned around, "Of course it is the donor of Chu, you lost..."

"Fart, Lao Tzu will surely win with this knife, he will fly over the sky, and he will peel off if he doesn't die!" Chu Kuang was immediately furious.

"Don’t get excited about the donor. The donor Ling hasn’t used the power of the martial soul, and you already have all your cards out. As far as the poor monk knows, the donor of the Ling Tian is a seventh-grade martial soul, and he hasn’t used a weapon yet. I made a judgment against you, and I tried to block it. In fact, I was protecting you, the donor!"

"That's it, I think this last move, who wins and who loses, really can't tell, but Ling Tian didn't use martial arts!"

"I agree with what Master Xingyi said, Ling Tiansheng!"

As soon as the line was finished, countless voices responded immediately.

Chu Kuang's face alternated with blue and red, and he said with shame: "I don't accept it! Why didn't he use the martial soul, he won! Maybe it's Ling Tian unable to use the power of the martial soul, anyway, I don't agree with Chu Kuang!"

"Oh, that's all, in that case, let the poor monk make a decision!"

With a sigh, the golden Zen stick in his hand shook, and a golden light enveloped him.

"Two donors, this is the golden bell of my Miluo Zong. Not to mention it is the first body protection technique in Yunzhou, but it is not bad. Everyone who wants to come will know it. The two donors can use any martial arts at will. The shorter it takes to open the golden bell, who is the winner today?"

"Master Xingyi has a kind heart, I think this method is very good!"

"The golden bell is the first body protection technique recognized by Yunzhou. It is not easy to break the golden bell if you practice a master's golden bell!"

"I agree!"

Chu Kuang's face changed several times, and finally he was helpless, so he nodded in agreement, "In this case, just do what you said, but you can't take sides!"

"Don't worry, the poor monk is also the reputation of the Miroku sect, so he is naturally impartial. Donor, let's make a move!" said the monk Xingyi.

"Okay, I'll come first!"

Chu Kuang was afraid that Xingyi and Ling Tian would collude secretly, and immediately raised the Yangyan Knife in his hand and slashed it down.

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The martial spirit of the flaming lion rose from behind, and under the full urging of the vitality, the ultimate ultimate move of the Lieyang Sword Art was exploded.

"Om!"

Such a violent sword energy fell on the golden bell of Xingyi, but it was not broken in the first time, but gradually neutralized.

Chu Kuang's face became more and more ugly. He knew Xingyi's strength. Three years ago, he was far from his opponent. In three years, the latter was stronger.

Sure enough, more than a dozen breaths passed before the Lieyang Sabre Qi disappeared with the golden bell.

This result is really ugly.

"Ling donor, it's your turn!"

After turning around, the golden bell reappeared.