Sword Venerable Ling Tian

One of them was icy blue in color. Ripples appeared in the sky, and then, on the ripples, a white auspicious beast that looked like a qilin and a deer appeared before everyone's eyes.    

    

The crowd didn't have time to be shocked. Beside the white auspicious beast, there was a silver-white whirlwind that had already been set off. The whirlwind collapsed, and everyone was shocked to see that it was a flying dragon with white wings and a valiant fighting spirit.    

    

One was strong while the other was weak.    

    

However, without exception, they were all pressuring people from the Phase Stage.    

    

"Tch, that white colored auspicious beast, could it be the Lanhai White Swamp that appeared in Zhong State not long ago?!"    

    

"That's right, this must be Bai Ze. This is an extremely rare Divine Beast level Martial Soul that is comparable to the royal family's Wandering Dragon Clan!"    

    

"And that silvery-white flying dragon, it seems to be the Grade Nine Martial Spirit of the previous chief of Longmen's Li Qingcheng, Silver Dragon!"    

    

"Heavens, what happened? Six Grade Nine Martial Spirit level heaven's pride experts appeared at the same time, and even Li Qingcheng came!"    

    

"They are here to help Ling Tian with an army!"    

    

Martial Cultivator muttered to herself as her entire body trembled.    

    

"Jinnan is going to change."    

    

"Haha, Brother Tian, although we are not strong, we have already brought our people here!"    

    

"That's right, let me see who is the one pretending to be strong and saying that you don't have an army?!"    

    

"Damn it, brothers, then rush up and scare them to death!"    

    

"Hahaha, let's go!"    

    

Familiar voices followed one after another, as the pupils of every single Martial Soul rose.    

    

Although only a few of these Martial Soul's energy had reached the Dharma Idol, the other combat power's fluctuations were comparable to an ordinary primordial spirit!    

    

The strength of the combat power caused all the Martial Cultivator s to feel ashamed of their stature!    

    

This, was the Heaven's Pride from the Zhong State? This talent was too terrifying!    

    

Merely Martial Soul s of eighth grade and above were simply unable to count.    

    

any one of them in the Ji State was an existence which could be called a genius in the north.    

    

But at this moment, there were already a lot of them, dazzling them all!    

    

In an instant, under the protection of millions of stars, six top-notch Grade Nine Martial Spirit slowly rose into the sky above the Southern Tang.    

    

It was as if an era's Grand Curtain was slowly pulling apart.    

    

And at this time, Ling Tian, who was standing on the peak of the mountain with his back against the mountain, did not turn around. Instead, he raised the combined sword in his hand high, like a Long Spear, and stood firmly.    

    

With that said, Ling Tian's silver hair fluttered in the wind. On his handsome face that was like a demon's, the corners of his mouth raised into a demonic smile.    

    

In the next moment, behind Ling Tian, there was a clanging sound, and then the sky.    

    

A resplendent sword light shot straight towards Chenyu!    

    

It was a sword!    

    

A sword that was filled with the light of the constellations, it was as though tens of thousands of astral clouds were congealing within it.    

    

This sword hung upside down on Ling Tian's head, as if it was going to tear the sky apart!    

    

Under the radiant sword light, the myriad of stars seemed to become a foil to the light.    

    

And at this moment, a boundless fighting intent spread out.    

    

With Ling Tian as the core, they began to condense like a whirlpool.    

    

In just a moment, a soaring Large Spear that was several times larger than Zhao Wuliang's six hundred thousand strong army formed in the southern horizon of Pingyao!    

    

The tip of the Large Spear was Ling Tian's most resplendent Soaring Cloud Sword Soul!    

    

Above the long pole of the Large Spear, a bright moon, a white, silver dragon, a golden Ni, a sword shadow, a white tiger, and many Shadow s appeared.    

    

Let the Large Spear at this moment carry an unparalleled, heaven-shaking might, dominating the entire universe!    

    

At this time, all the Martial Cultivator s in the upper and lower levels of the Pingyao discovered that a group of heaven's pride level experts had appeared in the southern horizon. It was a super army of nearly a million people!    

    

Each and every one of them floated in the air, their battle intent soaring to the heavens. It was as though all obstacles in front of their eyes would be mercilessly destroyed by them.    

    

They were invincible!    

    

The unparalleled will to fight.    

    

The Ferocious Lion War Will that Zhao Wuliang relied on to form his six hundred thousand strong army was torn to shreds in an instant.    

    

The six hundred thousand men were all looking at the endless million light spots in the southern sky in horror. Their fighting spirit and fighting spirit were all gone in an instant!    

    

At this moment, Zhao Wuliang was completely dumbstruck.    

    

He'd originally wanted to rely on the six hundred thousand strong army to turn the tide.    

    

Suppressing Ling Tian.    

    

In his mind, Ling Tian had left the Zhong State at that time because he was forced to leave by himself.    

    

Not only did he not get the chance to enter the nine canonical towers.    

    

Even a company commander couldn't do it.    

    

Then, no matter how powerful Ling Tian was, how much of a splash would a single person be able to create?    

    

Even if Zhao Wuliang piled people together, it would be enough to kill him.    

    

But who would have thought, at this moment, there would be a million strong army coming for him!?    

    

How, how is this possible?    

    

"No, that's not right!"    

    

"Ling Tian, you are not a General person, you do not have the Wang Ting to command us, what right do you have to command million strong army?"    

    

"Could it be that you want to rebel!"    

    

Zhao Wuliang suppressed the fear in his heart and pointed angrily at Ling Tian.    

    

He no longer had anything to rely on, and now, he could only call out his Wang Ting.    

    

"Humph, Zhao Wuliang, your Zhao Family has too many soldiers, you dare slander others and want to rebel? You, the local despot, have reached the end! "    

    

At this time, Li Qingcheng, who was dressed in silver armour and was unrivalled in terms of strength, walked out of the crowd with a sneer on his face.    

    

With one hand behind his back, he lifted a golden scroll above his head.    

    

"The imperial edict has arrived!"    

    

"Everyone, kneel down and obey the decree!"    

    

It was actually an imperial edict!    

    

For a moment, everyone looked at each other in dismay. Many of them had never seen an imperial edict in their lives.    

    

But when the imperial edict was held in Li Qingcheng's hands, the bursts of Martial King pressure that erupted did indeed cause them all to plop to their knees on the ground!    

    

Li Qingcheng's face was solemn as he threw the scroll in his hand straight into the sky.    

    

In an instant, three thousand meters long golden Hologram fell down, and nine dragons circled it.    

    

The lines of words were floating in the air, incredibly dazzling.    

    

With unparalleled martial arts, the heaven's pride level and bravery, he has bestowed him the name An Bei Great General. He can summon his own troops, support the northern Great General Yuwen Chengdu, and clean up the Ji State s from the left and right corners! This is it! "    

    

After Li Qingcheng finished reading the imperial edict, he looked down at Zhao Wuliang from above and said, "Zhao Wuliang, do you still have anything else to say?    

    

Zhao Wuliang knelt on the ground, and for a moment, was speechless.    

    

The moment Ling Tianyao's body emerged, he became an An Bei Great General that was on par with Yuwen Chengdu!    

    

Moreover, he could recruit his own troops. This was too unrestrained!    

    

"Ling Tian, so what? You and I are both Great General of Wang Ting, I do not believe that there is anything you can do to me. My six hundred thousand strong army is still here, what can you do to me?"    

    

"You dare to kill me?"    

    

Zhao Wuliang sneered.    

    

"Hehe, kill you?"    

    

"Kill you, I hate to dirty my own hands!"    

    

"However, you are destined to die today. However, you died in the hands of the Huns!"    

    

Ling Tian sneered.    

    

"What!"    

    

Hearing that, Zhao Wuliang was startled, he suddenly turned around, only to realise that at the northern horizon, there was a sudden pitch black tide, and if that was not the Hun army, then what was it?    

    

Ling Tian coldly snorted as he received the Great General's Seal from Li Qingcheng's hand, his voice sounding like thunder.    

    

"The troops are in formation! If any of Ping Yang's army dares to run away, I will kill them all!"