Sword Venerable Ling Tian

In the Ziyun Sect's encampment, Xin Ziang's brows were tightly knitted. He did not expect Ling Tian to rush back at this time, nor did he expect that the Flying Flame Cloak that he had once requested Bai Feiyun to wear, would actually be worn by him!    

Furthermore, the current Ling Tian's aura, was even stronger than before!    

"Bai Feiyun, Ling Tian!"    

Xin Ziang clenched his fists inside his sleeves, his eyes filled with hatred.    

Beneath the Tianhe Mountain.    

Standing in the center of attention, Ling Tian's palm descended, grabbing the corpses of the dozen or so people and flying to the Demonic Sect's encampment on the opposite side. With a casual wave of his hand, the corpses all landed on the ground.    

As if he had done something insignificant, Ling Tian stood there, facing the entire Devil Dao station, fearlessly.    

Looking ahead, the sound of Yuan Qi could be heard as he raised his sword and shouted.    

"Barbarian Clan Chi Xie, Thousand Demons Sect Situ Fan, Li Wuxin from the Heavenly Fiend Sect, come out and die!"    

As the sound of the word "die" faded, waves of sound rumbled and reverberated across the mountains, instantly enveloping the entire Tianhe Mountain Battlefield. Be it the Sect's aristocratic families or the opposing Demons's camp, they could all clearly hear Ling Tian's angry roar.    

Shock immediately appeared on their faces.    

"He's really arrogant."    

After Xi Ruoxue heard this, her flying figure also became sluggish.    

On the Tianhe Mountain, no one expected that not only did Ling Tian not stop, he actually went to the Devil Dao camp to openly challenge them!    

Furthermore, the moment he opened his mouth, he was about to kill the enemy's three leaders of the late stage Ning Po!    

It was obvious that he did not put the other party in his eyes at all.    

"Who are you crazy for, speaking so arrogantly, how dare you act so arrogantly in front of my Thousand Demons Sect?!"    

Just then, a ray of dim light flew out from the Demon Dao camp and appeared at a place not far from Ling Tian. It was a short, withered looking old man who wore a black robe, and his entire body seemed to have merged with the night.    

However, when he saw the many corpses on the ground, his face immediately revealed an expression of shock and fury, as he glared at Ling Tian.    

"You killed the disciple of my Thousand Demons Sect?!"    

These dead Fushui Fighters s were all from the seven Demon Dao Sects, and they were all from the younger generation. They were the core strength that the Thousand Demons Sect had cultivated with great difficulty, and their performance during the few days of battle was extremely outstanding.    

Yet, at this time, he was being tortured to death!    

How could he not be enraged?    

Ling Tian swept his eyes across him coldly, discovering that the old man only had an early stage Ning Po cultivation, although he was not bad, he was not Thousand Demons Sect Situ Fan, and did not bother to talk nonsense with him.    

"Let Situ Fan come out to die!"    

The old man was immediately angered, "You don't know who I am? A small Pi Quan dares to be so presumptuous! "    

But before he could finish speaking, his vision blurred. Bright lightning flashed, and a crystal finger appeared out of thin air, shooting towards him!    

"Junior, you dare!"    

He never thought that Ling Tian would make his move so brazenly, and the aura of the Martial Skill was so tyrannical!    

Under the shock and anger of the old man, he was also stirred by the black robe. His palms moved forward and congealed into a Demon Shadow Shield in front of him.    

The old man was extremely confident in this Martial Skill. Amongst the defensive Martial Skill of the Thousand Demons Sect, the Thousand Demon Shield was the strongest, and few people of the same level could break it.    

Even if the opponent's aura was strange, how could it be broken?    

Hmph, once this move of yours is exhausted, it will be your death date!    

Being forced to use the Thousand Demon Shield by a junior was indeed a great humiliation!    

However, just as this thought flashed through his mind, the old man suddenly noticed something strange!    

All of a sudden, the Primary Spirit Qi in the entire space seemed to have been sucked dry, becoming a vacuum. Even breathing became extremely difficult.    

Behind the finger, a whirlpool appeared, sucking in the spiritual energy at a crazy rate, while the power of the finger rapidly increased!    

Even the Yuan Qi formed by the Thousand Demon Shield in front of him was being torn apart.    

"What is this Martial Skill?"    

Such a strong imposing manner, even at the middle stage of the Ning Po, it was only mediocre!    

Ling Tian's Chunyang Finger had already become two fingers touching together, it was shockingly the second stage of the Chunyang Finger.    

Not only had it absorbed the purpura, even the surrounding spiritual energy had been absorbed by it!    

"Pah!"    

The sound of the explosion was extremely clear, like the splitting of silk. The Thousand Devil Shield in front of the old man was directly smashed apart by the Chunyang Finger, while his bright fingers seemed to not be affected at all as he pressed it down.    

"How is this possible?!"    

The elder was terrified, his heart full of fear and regret.    

If he knew earlier, what else would he have picked up?    

He instinctively turned around to flee, but the speed of the Chunyang Finger was extremely fast. In an instant, it engulfed the old man.    

Even so, the Chunyang Finger did not stop there, hitting right in front of the Devil Dao camp, causing an explosion that sent rocks flying everywhere.    

Amidst the shocked cries of the crowd, the smoke and dust dispersed.    

The Thousand Demons Sect had already disappeared into thin air, leaving behind a huge crater about a hundred metres wide, filled with scorched Qi.    

"I don't want to know who you are!"    

To kill Soul Condensation Expert in a single strike, Ling Tian's tone was extremely domineering.    

He did not even put the early stage Rankers in his eyes.    

Right now, he only wanted to kill the three people who killed Lin Shan, and the rest were all Air s.    

"Thousand Demons Sect Situ Fan, if you still don't come out, I will kill all of your Thousand Demons Sect disciples. Let's see how long you will take!?"    

Ling Tian's voice was still like thunder as it resonated mightily. The disdain and killing intent contained within it was already ruthlessly slapping Thousand Demons Sect in the face.    

In front of the Tianhe Mountain, the barbarian army was no longer there. Only the Demon Dao Thousand Demons Sect s and the Heavenly Demon Sect could be seen leading the Demon Dao and their s in battle.    

Inside a huge tent in the middle of the Devil Dao Camp, Situ Fan and Li Wuxin suddenly opened their eyes.    

When Ling Tian first provoked them, they already knew. But who were they?    

Late stage Ning Po, in the Southern Mountains, were all powerful figures, and this time, they even led the Devil Sect to battle, commanding a thousand people.    

How could they so easily accept a challenge just because of a junior?    

However, when Ling Tian used the Chunyang Finger to instantly kill the Thousand Demons Sect Elder, Situ Fan was also surprised.    

This momentum was enough for him to face it head on!    

When Ling Tian called out the second time in front of all the Righteous Bestowal Demons, even someone who had reached the late stage of the Ning Po couldn't help but be enraged. He suddenly stood up, rushed out of his tent, and soared into the sky.    

Li Wuxin from the Evil Heaven Sect was short and dressed in grey robes as he ran. His head was covered with snake shadow totems, it was a terrifying sight to behold.    

At this moment, his small eyes rolled around and also flew up.    

Several beams of light rose up from the Devil Dao camp and shot towards them.    

As the radiance dissipated, five figures suddenly appeared in the sky, facing Ling Tian from a distance.    

Three of them were dressed the same as the previous elderly, but their cultivations were all below the middle stage of the Ning Po. Only two of them were at the front, their Yuan Qi was vigorous and their aura was at the late stage of the Ning Po!    

One of them was dressed in a dark red robe, and the black and red Shadow behind his back was roaring at the sky.    

He did not look like a middle-aged man. His face was withered and yellow. His expression was dark. In his hand was a large blade that was burning with a ghostly flame.    

This man was Thousand Demons Sect Situ Fan!