Sword Master Ling Tian

But Ling Tian's hand had already lost all his spiritual power with the regret cloud stick, and he couldn't activate the formation at all. How could he resist with this stick?

The martial artist who uses this stick has a cultivation base absolutely in the late stage of the soul, so heavy blessing, it is almost the strongest blow that a warrior of the soul can perform.

At the moment when Ling Tian's hands Jin Yan soared, he was about to use pure yang finger.

This was Ling Tian's only powerful martial art without any weapons.

"clang!"

But between the electric light and flint, a dark light flew obliquely, just blocking Ling Tian's head, and violently colliding with the club.

There was another loud noise, stronger than the last time, and all the trees within a few miles around him rushed through.

The shock wave swept the Ling Tian below 100 meters away.

"Ahem!"

Ling Tian got up from the ground, the vitality in his body rolled, and the shock he received was not small.

However, he didn't care about this, he suddenly looked up, but he saw two figures standing opposite each other in the distance.

Both of them were wearing large night clothes and could not distinguish between men and women, but one of them was carrying a **** stick, and the other was facing a tit-for-tat against a huge sickle with a length of one foot.

Ling Tian didn't know these two people.

But the strength of the two should be between the two.

After the strong blow just now, neither of them was affected much.

Just such an indifferent color made Ling Tian feel awe-inspiring.

In fact, Yun Yang was the most surprised.

Originally at the first club, he should kill with a single blow, but he underestimated Ling Tian's combat power. The seemingly inconspicuous golden stick could actually carry a blow from the high-grade spiritual weapon stick.

As for the second stick, he almost used the strongest power except Martial Soul, that is, the master of the advanced stage of Ningpao. It was immortal and peeled off, and it was more than enough to kill Ling Tian.

But at this time, Cheng Yaojin suddenly came out halfway, not only stopped his own lore, but also unscathed.

"roll!"

When Yun Yang was surprised, the figure resisting the sickle suddenly let out a low growl.

It turned out to be a scrolling word!

Yun Yang is the son of Yunhou prince. In Yunzhou, has he ever been reprimanded like this?

No one has ever dared to tell him a silly word.

Unbearable, Yun Yang lifted the stick and rushed over.

The figure on the opposite side sneered, raised the sickle and greeted him regrettably. The two flew up and down in the dense forest with a sickle, and fought together.

"Shaoyang, how are you?"

Ling Tian rushed to Qin Shaoyang and helped him from the ground.

Qin Shaoyang's face was pale, but it was not a major problem, but the vitality of his body was completely shaken away.

His cultivation base is still too low, just the aftermath of Ning Po's late fight, already makes him unable to bear it.

"Cough cough cough, it's okay. God... Brother God, what's going on, some people, some people want to kill you!" Qin Shaoyang coughed twice as he looked at the two figures fighting in the distance.

"Don't say so much, hurry up!"

Ling Tian carried Qin Shaoyang on his back, summoned Xiaoqing, turned on his horse, and ran towards Yunzhou City.

"Want to go!?"

Yun Yang is furious, he has never missed it.

Immediately, a stick shook the warrior on the opposite side, then turned into a black shadow and flew away.

But the warrior with a sickle was obviously not willing to give up, and he also chased up to stop Yun Yang, and the speed was not slow.

After only a short delay, Ling Tian sat down on the cyan war horse and disappeared at the end of the official road like a cyan lightning.

"hateful!"

Yun Yang was furious, so he watched Ling Tian flee, this time there was no successful assassination, then next time, there would be no such a perfect time!

"It's all you! Looking for death!"

With nowhere to vent his anger, Yun Yang turned around and killed the warrior holding a sickle.

If it weren't for this person's kick, Ling Tian would already be a corpse now.

"Ha ha..."

However, to Yun Yang's expectation, the warrior slammed and then withdrew. In a sneer, the figure disappeared into the dense forest. No matter how Yun Yang searched with his divine mind, he couldn't find any trace.

"Who the **** is it! Who the **** is doing my big thing!"

Yun Yang roared up to the sky, nowhere to be found with depression in his chest, and blasted all the surrounding trees.

In the darkness, a figure leaned against a giant wood, and his brows were always frowned. It wasn't until Ling Tian left safely that it stretched a little. If Ling Tian saw it, he would be curious, Ye Fan of Qingyunmen would also appear in this dense forest...

Zongmenfang, southwest of Yunzhou City, the residence of Ziyunzong.

Mu Tiedan sat on guard in front of the gate. After training hard for a day, he ate up a table of delicacies delivered by Danhui. They were all cooked with rare birds and elixir. They were not only delicious, but also full of medicinal power. Now she is drowsy.

Just then, a rush of horseshoes sounded from a distance, and the ground shook the mountains.

Mu Tiedan woke up suddenly, and suddenly opened his eyes, he saw a big and ferocious cyan head appeared in front of him, looking at him viciously.

"I frightened your grandfather to death by relying on something special!"

Mu Tiedan was almost scared to urinate, and when he turned his iron fist, he slammed up.

But who knows that there was a muffled sound, Mu Tiedan felt like he had hit the fine iron with a fist, his skull pattern remained silent, the sharp pain in his fist was like a needle stick, almost broken, and the pain was terrible.

"Tiedan, raise the formation, no one is allowed to approach!"

A voice came, but Ling Tian immediately turned over from Xiaoqing and rushed into the yard with Qin Shaoyang on his back.

"Uh..."

"Don't be stunned, stay vigilant!"

Although a little ignorant, Mu Tiedan still waved the token, so that the entire resident was enveloped in the defensive formation, and all the Ziyunzong disciples outside were also waiting for the enemy.

"What's the situation? So when Ling Tian came back, there was such a movement?"

In the deep alley in the distance, there are two dark shadows hidden. If you don't pass by here, you will never be noticed.

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"The shopkeeper said that all abnormal situations should be reported, you stare at it, and I will report it!"

Coincidentally, similar situations are happening everywhere around Ziyunzong's residence.

In the resident, Ling Tian carried Qin Shaoyang back to the room, and after careful inspection, he grabbed a handful of pills and stuffed it into Qin Shaoyang's mouth, who was already in a coma.

After the cup of tea, Ling Tian smacked Qin Shaoyang's face twice.

"Oh! I was scared to death! There is an ambush!"

Qin Shaoyang suddenly sat up from the bed with a look of horror. Turning around and seeing Ling Tian right next to him, he exclaimed: "Brother Tian! Someone is going to kill us. I am injured and my face hurts! They hit me in the face? Look, is there any disfigurement?"

Ling Tian frowned: "..."

"Stop calling, we have already returned to Zongmenfang. It should be safe here." Ling Tian shook his head, "You are not injured either, but your vitality is exhausted."

"Zongmenfang? We're back to Yunzhou City! That's good, no one has dared to run wild in the city and frightened me." Qin Shaoyang patted his chest, feeling lingering.

At this moment, he finally understood how big the gap between his cultivation base and the soul was.

"Shao Yang, what did you see for those two people just now? Who are they?" Ling Tian sat at the table and raised a cup of tea, frowning.