Sword Venerable Ling Tian

This caused many young talents to be extremely jealous.    

Back then, at the Wuhui Valley, Du Jinming's half-step Knife intent was not even able to withstand a single blow from's sword. It seems like at the time when Ling Tian was at the Wuhui Valley, he had already comprehended a complete Sword Intent. Ye Baoer said.    

"If Elder Ling is really at the initial stage of Sword Intent, then it is indeed possible to use such a powerful sword skill ?" "But when Elder Ling comprehended the Sword Intent at the cultivation level of the Pi Quan, how can my generation endure such a level of aptitude?!"    

For a moment, everyone nodded their heads in agreement. After all, it was unrealistic to have a set of Earth Rank and cultivation method.    

"Heh heh, Junior Xi really values our sect's elders. Zi Ang is ashamed of Elder Ling's talent, and of course, hopes that he can survive under the blade of the devil Situ Fan ?" Xin Ziang chuckled.    

The underlying meaning was that no matter how gifted Ling Tian was, he would not be able to escape death under Situ Fan's blade. Everything was just empty talk.    

Xi Ruoxue hugged the snow sword in front of her chest, as a cold voice sounded out.    

"I believe in him. He can win!"    

Although it was only a short sentence, if it was Others who said so, everyone would scoffed at him, mocking his whimsical imagination. But since these words came from Xi Ruoxue's mouth, no one dared to refute it.    

Furthermore, with Xi Ruoxue's cold and clear personality, not many people had heard her speak up in the past few days. Now, she was actually speaking up for Ling Tian in succession;    

Could it be that this Ling Tian wasn't enough to harm a newly born beauty of the Falling Flower Sect?    

How could they let him live?    

"Boom!"    

Everyone was cursing Ling Tian in their hearts, but suddenly, sounds of explosions could be heard from afar.    

It was the bloody light and the purple light in the sky. It was the time for a decisive battle!    

However, the battle was not like Xi Ruoxue's judgement.    

Situ Fan's several thousand blood shadows suddenly combusted, crazily resisting Ling Tian's purple Sword Qi, as though they were shouting for something.    

But Ling Tian seemed to be lacking Yuan Qi, his Sword Qi slowly disappearing.    

Although Blood Shadow had been minced into pieces by the Sword Intent, Situ Fan's Blood Shadow seemed to be inexhaustible.    

"Hahaha, arrogant ignorant fool, your sword art is not bad. Wait until I kill you, this martial art will be mine!"    

"Die!" A bloodthirsty flood, chop! "    

Situ Fan laughed sinisterly, his withered yellow face instantly turning red like blood.    

The blood shadow howled crazily, and its aura reached its peak once again!    

As a late stage Ning Po, Situ Fan had already comprehended a Blood Knife intent.    

"Humph!"    

Ling Tian snorted coldly and clenched his teeth. He had indeed underestimated Situ Fan's strength.    

However, this did not mean that he was waiting for death!    

"I, Ling Tian said that I will definitely kill you today!"    

"Now, I'll let you know what a real Sword Dao is like!"    

Ling Tian suddenly retracted his Ziji Sword, and millions of sword shadow condensed into a stream of Sword Qi, shooting into the clouds.    

In his mind, the first light of the Thunder Sword Meridian's Third level blossomed, and the fog that shrouded it suddenly appeared.    

Bath Thunderclap!    

The sword meridian Third level was even more complicated than the meridians used for the second stage.    

Streams of veins, words and incantations flashed past in Ling Tian's mind.    

A blessing from the heart.    

Just like an awakened memory, Ling Tian instantly merged and linked all of his sword moves!    

The surging Yuan Qi swam through his meridians, chanting an incantation.    

Ziji Sword s were resplendent, shooting straight to the sky.    

"Break the earth, split the sky! Today's one sword, the Star Severing Sword, will break through your river of blood!"    

As his voice fell, Situ Fan's blade had already arrived in front of Ling Tian.    

Just at this moment, a sword appeared in Ling Tian's hand.    

Tearing apart the stars, shattering the heavens and the earth.    

A large hole was torn through the 1,000 blood shadow blade qi in an instant.    

The blood shadows disappeared one after another, and the speed at which they reformed was far from enough.    

This sword of Bath Thunderclap had the power to cut through bamboo, as though it was cutting through rotten wood, and no one could defeat it!    

Three hundred meters away, Situ Fan, who was holding onto a devil blade, had a face full of shock and panic, as if he found it hard to believe.    

He couldn't help but be stunned. Today, Ling Tian had brought him far too many surprises.    

With the False Spirit Sword in hand and the Sword Intent in hand, his swordsmanship was unparalleled and his aura was strange.    

Right now, this sword move was even more suffocating!    

How could such a sacred art be owned by a Martial Cultivator with such a cultivation?    

His thoughts were the same as the two Martial Cultivator s who were watching the battle.    

"What?" This Ling Tian, is he breaking through the sword technique realm, or has he comprehended an even stronger Sword Intent? "    

Ji Lie cried in alarm, he could not believe everything that he had just witnessed.    

But no matter what, Ling Tian had broken through while in the midst of death!    

At this time, regardless of whether it was the Ling Nan City's main Sect Family or the various demonic sects, all of them had a solemn expression as they gazed at Ling Tian.    

Such a big heart was not something that an ordinary person could possess.    

Perhaps, in Ling Tian's heart, he had never thought of escaping!    

This sword was like pulling apart rotten weeds, anyone with a discerning eye could see that Situ Fan's move had been broken!    

Moreover, what he was facing now was a strike that was even more terrifying than Ling Tian's.    

Xi Ruoxue's eyes lit up. She thought that Ling Tian would use some secret method to defend himself, but she never expected that Ling Tian would still think of a way to attack.    

Xin Ziang frowned, at this moment, he was even more sure that the sword technique Ling Tian was learning was not a Thunderclap Sword, but an extremely tyrannical sword skill!    

As Ling Tian's Sword blade descended, the Sword Qi vibrations became even stronger. The air currents clashed together and the Air's exploding sound was like a clap of thunder.    

The powerful Sword Intent had locked onto Situ Fan.    

"Dammit. What is this?"    

The color of blood on Situ Fan's face had disappeared. Now that it was just a single move, he hurriedly shook his arms and shattered the Sword Intent's lock.    

He then flew backwards.    

"Thousand Demonic Blood River Shield!"    

The Flame rose up again and turned into a blood red shield in front of him.    

The degree of materialization of this Thousand Demonic River Shield far surpassed the old man's Thousand Demonic Shield. The shield was so large that it covered an area of more than thirty meters in front of Situ Fan.    

"Boom!"    

The dense lightning brought with it starlight as it struck the Blood River Shield. On the shield, a sizzling sound of burning could be heard.    

The blood-red Flame would not be able to withstand the thunder's judgement this time!    

Although the blood shield was strong, it was only able to block for three breaths' time before it chopped down again.    

"What!"    

The Blood River Shield was destroyed so quickly, Situ Fan turned pale with fright, but he could only use his Talisman to try and exhaust Ling Tian's Sword Qi.    

"Bang bang!"    

One after another, the Talisman was torn apart, and in the end, it still struck the back of the retreating Situ Fan.    

"Pfft!"    

Spitting out a mouthful of Blood, the later stage elder of Thousand Demons Sect's Ning Po, just like that.    

Heavily injured by a single sword strike!