Sword Master Ling Tian

"It's Ling Tian, ​​Elder Ling!"

"Yes, only the purple sword can cut down the seven-star sword!"

"Elder Ling Tian actually opened the spring! Moreover, his aura is so strong!"

"Yes, is this still the aura that you can have in the early days of Piquan!"

After the astonishment, the Ziyunzong disciples began to talk, but most of them were surprised!

After all, in the absence of Xin Ziang and Du Fei's disappearance, only Ling Tian was the well-known genius!

Although, he was just a genius who could refine tools and alchemy before.

Ming Xiaoxi looked at the tall and straight back, and the corners of her mouth could not be bent. She whispered: "Sure enough, it's still you..."

Xiao Chuchen's bulging chest continued to rise and fall, looking at Ling Tian's back, inexplicably embarrassed.

On the Chishan Mountain Road, at this moment, many people from the sect family looked at the flying white shirt below, and their eyes were shocked.

"This sword is definitely not just using the power of a pseudo-spirit weapon, Ling Tian, ​​how deep are you hiding?"

Ji Lie looked at Ling Tian from a distance, his eyes were still shocked, and he swallowed slightly, obviously jealous of Ling Tian.

"Ling Tian!"

Seeing his seven-star golden yue knife collapsed, Du Jinming was shocked!

The Seven Star Knife was given to him by his Master Yunzhou. Although it was a pseudo-spirit weapon, it had a very strong offensive ability and was of the same rank, making it difficult to find an opponent.

But now, under the blue and purple sword, there is no way to fight it!

He hated the inexplicable rise in his heart, the fear of Ling Tian, ​​he was naturally proud, and he paranoidly believed that everything, in his opinion, was only Ling Tian with the help of the purple sword.

This kind of arrogance comes from the blood in the bones and will never admit that there is really a younger generation in Lingnan who can outperform him!

No way in any way!

"Don't think that if you have a top-quality pseudo-spirit weapon, you will feel confident! Just now, who were you talking about?"

Du Jinming furrowed his brows, his face gloomy to the extreme.

Being scolded in front of almost the entire Lingnan Zongmen is not something, this is a shame he has never received.

What's more, the Ling Tian in front of him humiliated him yesterday, and now he is slapped in the face again. If it weren't for some fear of the other party's attention in the City Lord's Mansion and He Shenbing Mansion Danhui, he doesn't need to be afraid of nothing. According to the regulations, they just stepped forward and killed them.

The mountain breeze floats with long black hair that is lingering in the sky, and a pair of dark and deep, as if the stars in the endless night sky are full of peace.

The corner of his mouth slowly bends, and he suddenly asks: "This is no return, but is your Du family owned?"

A strange color flashed in Du Jinming's eyes, and he didn't know what Ling Tian meant for a while, but he still blurted back: "No."

"Can my Ziyun Sect vassalize your Du Family?"

"Haha, not now, but that day is not far away!" Du Jinming had sharp eyes and full of confidence in his words.

"And you, can represent the royal family?"

Du Jinming's complexion became more ugly. He gradually felt Ling Tian's indifferent tone, with that sharp and disdainful taste, immediately raised his eyebrows, and said coldly: "Ling Tian, ​​you don't give me a condom, I The Du family categorically dare not represent Wang Ting!"

Qin Mingyue and Qin Shaoyang led the people in the City Lord’s Mansion to watch from a distance. At this time, they also showed different colors. Listening to the words of their sweetheart, her face was also smiling, "So domineering, you really want to be so high-profile. Huh?"

Ling Tian raised his sword eyebrows, his eyes were full of disdain, and the corners of his mouth raised indifferently mocking.

"This Wuhuigu is not owned by the Du family."

"My Ziyun Sect does not cling to you either."

"Your Du family is not the royal court!"

"Then you want to abolish my sect's hands and feet and cut off the way of martial arts?"

"Tell me, what is your Du Jinming! Dare to set up a checkpoint under Chishan to move my Ziyun Sect disciple?"

Ling Tian's voice came down slowly, although it was an understatement, but his tone was full of condescending disdain and overlooking.

Du Jinming, who had come to understand thoroughly, was instantly angry!

"call!"

Du Jinming let out a sigh of relief, his entire face was almost distorted, and he worked with Ling Tian for so long, just to scold him, that person who is not a thing, but himself, how overbearing Du Jinming, when did he suffer? So insulting?

"Ling Tian, ​​do you think I would not dare to kill you if I eat this Chishan!"

A tyrannical aura burst out of Du Jinming's body, and the golden armor all over his body grinned, and his aura rose to the extreme in an instant.

To everyone's surprise, Ling Tian's aura gradually strengthened. Although it was nowhere near as good as Du Jinming, his dark eyes were filled with fighting spirit, exuding infinite fighting spirit.

"This Ling Tian can't retreat under Du Jinming's aura. How is this possible? He is only at the early stage of Piquan cultivation!"

"Although Ling Tian's power is not as powerful as Du Jinming, but the fighting spirit is extremely strong, obviously he has a lot of confidence!"

"Hey, this Ling Tian was just before, but he was just a sword slave. In that case, wouldn't he be better than all the Tianjiao? If he defeats Du Jinming, then Ling Tian is the well-deserved young Lingnan one. The first person in my generation!"

"Hehe, that's not necessarily true. Don't forget who Du Jinming is. Piquan wants to beat him in the early stage? I think it would be good if Ling Tian can save his life!"

The surrounding warriors talked a lot, their eyes were complicated, but they were more frantic mocking Ling Tian, ​​waiting to watch the good show.

Under Chishan, Ling Tian also put away all his smiles.

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"Du Jinming, stop talking nonsense, you can do it, I will take it all at once!"

When the voice fell, Ling Tian's fighting spirit climbed to the extreme, his long hair was frantically floating by the cyclone around his body, and the purple sword was taken back into his hands with a choking sound.

Black hair, white shirt, purple sword.

Ling Tian at this time, like a **** of war standing proudly between heaven and earth, completely suppressed Du Jinming's momentum!

In this battle, he wants to completely break all barriers in front of him, and he wants the entire Lingnan sect family to know that he Ling Tian is not a sword slave, he Ling Tian is not weaker than any heavenly pride!

"Ling Tian! I want you to survive without death!"

Du Jinming couldn't restrain his anger anymore, the veins on his neck violently, he shouted and shot directly.

He stretched out his left hand and patted Ling Tianzhong again. The Jin Yuan palm turned into a giant palm and appeared out of thin air.

The huge palm is a foot high, exuding solid golden light, and a fierce gust of wind blows up wherever it passes. From the power point of view, it is far beyond the previous palm. In the eyes of everyone, if Ling Tian was shot head-on, there would be no The possibility of surviving.

"Ling Tian, ​​die!"

With a ferocious smile on Du Jinming's face, the miserable scene of Ling Tian being lined up into a pile of minced meat flashed in his mind.

All the disciples of Ziyun Sect also exclaimed again, this is different from Du Jinming's random stab just now, even if Ling Tian's hands are powerful with the Zijian sword, they can't take it!

But at the next moment, everyone suddenly opened their eyes and turned pale in shock, as if they had seen something incredible.

Du Jinming himself, the grinning smile on his face suddenly freezes.

"Pure Yang Finger!"

Seeing Ling Tian shouted, he also stretched out his hand. A bright finger of the same size, bathed in thunder and fire, condensed and shot towards Du Jinming's Jin Yuan palm!

The strong flame airflow dragged by the fingers is even more terrifying in terms of momentum!

"boom!"

One palm and one finger slammed into the air, and the tyrannical shock wave swept around.

Today, Ling Tianxiu is at the peak of the early stage of Piquan, but the nine major vortexes in the dantian are gushing, and under the frantic urge, the sea of ​​Qi is like a tidal wave. Whether it is the purity of the vitality or the energy, it is more powerful than the warrior in the late stage of the spring. !