Sword Venerable Ling Tian

Qiu Renji looked at the dead Yuwen Ting and immediately became furious. Killing his own Sect's disciple in front of him was simply a great humiliation.    

"Who are you?"    

Ling Tian looked at Qiu Renji and asked.    

Of course he wasn't the same Qiu Renji who hadn't appeared in a hundred years.    

"You!"    

Upon hearing this, Qiu Renji almost vomited blood. He had once reprimanded Yun State, but now, this junior actually didn't know who he was.    

How could he let go of his pride in front of the entire Sect's martial dao.    

"Ling Tian, today, I will let you know the consequences of offending me, the Underworld Blade Master Qiu Renji!"    

Qiu Renji was infuriated, he raised his black and white sword and was about to activate the Martial Soul.    

"What is it? You're angry just because I killed a disciple of yours? If I kill them all, what can you do? "    

However, Ling Tian did not care about Qiu Renji's anger at all. The Pure Jun Sword Soul vibrated with a purple light from behind, and he extended his right hand, directly smashing down.    

In the next moment, a large hand which was seemingly made up of blue lightning and Yuan Qi, directly smashed down from the sky.    

"Let's see if you have the right to make a move first!"    

Following Ling Tian's stern voice, that enormous palm that seemed to cover the sky, imprinted itself like a mountain, and smashed down with an unparalleled momentum.    

"Not good, all of you move out of the way!"    

Qiu Renji looked at the palm that Ling Tian had taken out, and his pupils immediately shrank. With a shout, he directly took out the Sword Soul behind him, and with a raise of his sword, he slashed towards the sky.    

The huge palm brought along a fierce gale that swept through the entire plaza, enveloping all the disciples of the White Robes Sword Sect within.    

At this moment, they had all opened their eyes wide, as though they were facing a Phase Stage Grand Master's palm, completely forced by the imposing aura of this palm. His entire body was locked on by the Spiritual consciousness, and couldn't even move if he wanted to.    

"Pfft!"    

Qiu Renji hastily unleashed a sword strike, but was unable to tear apart the Shattered Mountain Seal. The remaining gigantic palm descended, and directly swallowed the entire White Robes Sword Sect.    

"Boom!"    

The mountains shook and the earth shook. The giant stone began to crack. Smoke and dust rose in all directions, covering the sky and covering the sun.    

The power of this palm was the strongest strike that had appeared so far in the Sect Gathering. And it came from the Ling Tian who had just forged his Golden Body.    

When the dust settled, everyone looked at the field and their hairs immediately stood on end.    

At this time, other than the disheveled and battered Qiu Renji, all the hundreds of disciples of the White Robes Sword Sect had died tragically on the ground!    

The stone slabs of the Blood flowed and gathered into streams.    

The stench of blood instantly filled the air, causing everyone to feel nauseous.    

The power of one palm strike from Ling Tian, had actually made Qiu Renji helpless!    

He didn't even have the ability to protect his own disciples.    

The White Robes Sword Sect who had just been promoted to the sixth Sect, at this moment, had no more backing!    

"No ?" "That's impossible!"    

Qiu Renji held onto the black and white sword, his face had a look of disbelief, he did not believe that Ling Tian's palm strike had such power, he refused to believe that after a hundred years of closed door cultivation, he was actually facing the annihilation of his clan.    

"Hmph, I'll give you time to think about it."    

In the sky, Ling Tian's eyes swept past Qiu Renji and then to Yue Qiong on the other side.    

"Now, it's your Qingtian Sect."    

The corner of Ling Tian's mouth raised into a charming smile, "My Ziqi Sect, wants to be the head of Yun State, are you going to give way or not?"    

"The head of the Sect?"    

"Hahahaha!"    

Yue Qiong was startled, and then laughed madly towards the sky, "Ling Tian, so what if you have a combat power that can compare to the Appearance Mantra? "Do you think you three alone can do anything to my Qingtian Sect?!"    

Yue Qiong laughed sinisterly, "How could my Qingtian Sect's sect, which has led the Yun State's martial way for a thousand years, be looked down upon by you!"    

"What? You mean, you don't want to give in?" Ling Tian's face darkened.    

"Hmph, arrogant Descendant! My Qingtian Sect has not been bullied by anyone for hundreds of years! Have you forgotten about this old man? "    

The next moment, a strong gust of wind swept across the plaza, and an old man dressed in a grayish-white robe landed, leaning on a withered wood walking stick, as he looked at Ling Tian with a faint smile.    

Hiss, Daoist Deadwood! This old fellow really did not die! "    

On the VIP seating area, Kong Yezi sucked in a breath of cold air.    

"Sigh, Daoist Deadwood has experienced three Qingtian Sect s. A thousand years, his cultivation has actually reached the late stage of Dharma Stage!"    

"Yeah, he looks unfathomable, it is said that the Daoist Deadwood only appears when the Qingtian Sect is in a life and death situation, I never expected that Ling Tian had actually drawn his out."    

"But it's definitely not a good ending this time. Every realm of Dharma Stage is vastly different. The three of them, added together, are not a match for Daoist Deadwood."    

On the plaza, everyone was excitedly discussing. After all, this feat of challenging the head of the Qingtian Sect's martial way was too rare.    

"Hmph, little Ling Tian? Your so-called Ziqi Sect, what virtue or ability do you have to dare to take the head of this Sect? "    

Daoist Deadwood's face twitched. "Don't tell me it's on you three little ghosts? "This old man alone will send you off. Let's attack together!"    

With that said, Withered Wood's old man's walking stick trembled, immediately, a wave of power rose up. Although they could not bring out the Martial Soul, nor use the Weapon s, just his power alone caused everyone's face to change.    

The difference was too big. With Withered Wood's cultivation, he had already crushed Ling Tian and the other two.    

"Hahaha, I've long heard of the name of the old man!" After all these years of not being able to find you, how about you let me accompany you in your training today?! "    

However, just when everyone thought that the Qingtian Sect was about to suppress the Ziyun Sect in one fell swoop, a burst of wild laughter came from the south of the Yunzhou City.    

In the next moment, a gust of wind blew across the sky as a ray of starlight descended and landed in front of the disciples of Ziqi Sect.    

This person was surrounded by a halo of starlight. Although he did not have any tyrannical aura, he gave off an unfathomable feeling.    

"Who are you!"    

Daoist Deadwood's expression became cold. Others might not be able to tell, but he knew that the person in front of him had already reached the late stage of Dharma Stage and was not one bit inferior to him!    

"I, I am Thousand Star Sect, Yuan Tiangang!"    

As soon as the three words came out from Yuan Tiangang's mouth, the aura of the later stages of the Dharma Stage instantly rose, overturning the pressure on everyone in the Ziqi Sect.    

"Yuan Tiangang?" Daoist Deadwood frowned, he had never heard of there being such a person in Yun State, "What do you mean? This is a challenge from my Qingtian Sect! If you act now, are you not putting Marquis Yun and Mr. Chen in your eyes? "    

With a sense of fear in his heart, Daoist Deadwood was also smart and immediately brought Marquis Yun and Chen Xuanling out.    

"Hahaha!" Yuan Tiangang threw his head back and laughed, "Of course I know that this doesn't conform to the rules, and I don't underestimate Marquis Yun and Mr. Chen either!"    

"However, from now on, my Thousand Star Sect will be part of the Ziqi Sect!"    

Yuan Tiangang's smile faded as he squinted his eyes.