Sword Venerable Ling Tian

Situ Fan was flung up into the sky by the Star Severing Sword.    

Feeling the piercing pain that swept through his four limbs and bones, the Arm swam with traces of electric light. It was so strong that Situ Fan couldn't even lift his blade.    

The Yuan Qi was crazily being destroyed by an invisible force, and it was even rushing towards the Dantian Qi Sea!    

Such a strange Martial Skill finally made Situ Fan feel fear.    

"Situ Fan, no one can save you today. Die!"    

The purple feathers on Ling Tian's back trembled, and he swept down from the sky.    

Obviously, Ling Tian still had the strength to fight.    

"Junior, you've gone too far!"    

Situ Fan stood up from the ground.    

He stepped between the Void, and a blood colored tiger appeared behind him. With a tiger's roar, the Blood Shadow River appeared once again.    

As Situ Fan rose into the air, he reached out his hand to grab the blood river, and a large amount of blood shadows were sucked into his hands.    

Thousand Demonic Blood Palm! "Subdue him!"    

Situ Fan's palm was wrapped up by the blood shadow, each hand gesture changed constantly, and finally condensed into a whole.    

Countless bloody shadows turned into a palm, layer upon layer converging and intersecting. A huge bloody palm appeared in the sky, bringing with it a sky full of bloody wind as it suddenly blasted out.    

With that palm strike, Situ Fan's body fiercely shook, and that palm strike was executed using his Yuan Qi, which used up almost all of his Yuan Qi.    

Situ Qian felt bitter in his heart. Facing a Descendant, he could only use two moves.    

But two moves were enough!    

This palm strike, even the so-called Star Severing Sword, would not be able to block it!    

Ling Tian, must die!    

Thousand Demonic Blood Palm! that is the ultimate technique of the Thousand Demons Sect! "    

"That's right, it is said that this Martial Skill is comparable to the high grade Spirit Stages!"    

"Situ Fan's Martial Soul is a Bloody Tiger, it can increase the power of this palm by 30%!"    

Both sides of the Tianhe Mountain exclaimed in surprise, it was obvious that the Thousand Demonic Blood Palm was extremely famous.    

Then, when everyone thought that Ling Tian would not be able to escape death, the situation suddenly changed.    

The Thousand Demonic Blood Palm illuminated the entire Tianhe Mountain red, and the palm came crashing down like a mountain pressing on the ground.    

However, Ling Tian's face did not reveal any surprise or fear. Instead, it was filled with a fighting intent and disdain.    

"Blood Palm? "It's nothing more than that!"    

"Watch as I break through all of your spells, crystal clear jade!"    

"Bath Thunderclap, Sword Finger Unity!"    

"Break!"    

The purpura Flame was injected into the Ziji Sword and it suddenly slashed down.    

The body of the sword seemed to be saturated with endless power, as it fiercely congealed, and then, two Array violently shook, as a Sword Qi even more tyrannical than before erupted from the trembling body of the sword, striking out without any hesitation, not caring in the slightest about the large bloody handprint in front of it!    

Even the Ziji Sword itself seemed to be unable to withstand this sword strike that tore the heavens and split the earth apart.    

The clash of the sword and palm suddenly came to a halt, and then with a loud bang, the bloody palm print, mixed with the violent blood shadows, shattered into pieces!    

The Thousand Demonic Blood Palm was broken by Ling Tian's sword!    

The shock wave spread out far away and stirred up a blood-red flow, blowing up the clothes of the spectators on both sides.    

The power of the sword was so terrifying!    

Everyone looked at each other in dismay.    

Everyone in Ling Nan knew the fierce name of the Thousand Demons Sect's Thousand Demonic Blood Palm.    

But now, even under Ling Tian's one sword strike, he was actually destroyed in such a way!    

How, how could this be possible?    

Just as everyone was looking at each other in shock, Ling Tian and Situ Fan faced each other across the broken blood hands.    

Situ Fan was astonished.    

The deathblow that he did not wish to use with all his strength, actually did not even touch the corner of Ling Tian's clothes.    

He could not help but raise his eyes to look at Ling Tian, who was in the distance.    

Ling Tian was still staring at him, and furthermore, the purple sword in his hand had fallen, but he had raised his left hand and pointed in his direction.    

And a purple colored vortex of lightning, was gathering and absorbing the surrounding Yuan Qi, preparing to take action!    

This Ling Tian, can even use Martial Skill!    

All of the Yuan Qi on Situ Fan's body had almost dried up.    

In the time it took for a spark to fly off of a piece of flint, the vortex suddenly erupted, condensing into two fingers that clasped together in midair. The fingers were in front, and Ling Tian was behind, as he swiftly shot forward.    

Situ Fan's face revealed a terrified expression. Before he even had the chance to respond, Ling Tian had already pointed his finger down at his head.    

The lightning on his fingers exploded, causing the Air to roar, and instantly engulfed Situ Fan within it.    

The person used followed the trajectory and a huge finger came down, landing on the battlefield with a bang.    

Immediately after, there was an explosion.    

The purple colored lightning Flame spread out one after another, boiling the surrounding Air. A large cloud of dust was lifted, covering the heaven and earth.    

After a while, Ling Tian walked out of the smoke and dust one step at a time and stood on the battlefield.    

Purple sword and white clothes, spotless.    

Everyone stared blankly at the figure below the Tianhe Mountain, as they all stood there in silence.    

Ling Tian was still there, but could Situ Fan...    

The three Soul Condensation Expert s of the Thousand Demons Sect were shocked. They hurriedly flew over, waved their sleeves, and blew the smoke and dust away.    

But at this moment, under the smoke and dust, there was a giant pit. At the bottom of the pit, there was only a corpse that had been burned to ashes!    

Situ Fan, dead!