Sword Venerable Ling Tian

On top of the Arena, Yang Ling looked towards the distant Ling Tian. From the crack on Ling Tian's chest armor, although he did not see any traces of blood, he still discovered a faint golden colored skin.    

After going through the dual defenses of the phlebotomus and Ling Tian's armor, the last bit of sharp blade aura that fell on Ling Tian's body was not strong enough to cut Ling Tian's Body.    

This somewhat exceeded Yang Ling's expectations.    

Even someone of the same level wouldn't dare to recklessly face an attack with full firepower.    

But Ling Tian had not only withstood it, he was also only slightly injured, and it was truly unexpected.    

Ling Tian looked at the broken armor, his expression clear and cold, becoming more and more severe. The strength of Yang Ling's blade technique was also beyond his expectations.    

If it weren't for his Vajra body, which was strong enough, that blade strike might really have turned red.    

Both sides used their own techniques, neither side used Martial Skill, the difference was obvious.    

"You have indeed exceeded my expectations, but ? This is just the beginning! "    

Yang Ling coldly snorted, and all of a sudden, his figure disappeared from the spot once more.    

On the broken meetingplace, lightning intertwined and the two fought again. The aftermath rippled and the battle between the blade and rod started once again.    

Ling Tian's expression turned serious. Under the mad stimulation of the mountains and rivers, the phlebotomus s released a shocking gravity and clashed crazily with the sharp and ruthless lightning blade light.    

"Large Success of Late Golden Body Stage..."    

After ten moves, Ling Tian gradually found it difficult, he had already sensed that the other party had levelled up to the large success stage of Late Golden Body Stage for a period of time, and his cultivation had stabilized. The Yuan Qi was vast and dense, with just a thought, the berserk Yuan Qi would erupt endlessly like a volcano.    

If not for the fact that he had raised his cultivation to the peak of the mid-golden body before coming out of seclusion, he probably would not have been able to use the Yuan Qi to contend against the other party.    

Yang Ling's background was already at the genius level of the Academy. The Yuan Qi s that were stronger were only slightly weaker than his.    

Right now, Ling Tian could still fight Yang Ling to a standstill by relying on his gloves and the Yuyan Hou s among the phlebotomus s.    

However, this state could not be maintained.    

The opponent's zhenyuan was dense and majestic. If they continued to pester like this, sooner or later, they would be forcefully exhausted to death.    

"Haha, since you cannot win against me, you should admit defeat. Else, the blade in my hand will not have the slightest trace of mercy."    

Seemingly sensing the fluctuations in Ling Tian's heart, a ruthless look flashed across Yang Ling's eyes.    

The momentum of the blade that was sweeping up the boundless sea of clouds, followed by the sharp whistling sound of the blade slicing through the air, the blade in Yang Ling's hand materialized.    

Bang    

Amidst the wild gusts of wind, the rod shadows that filled the sky above Ling Tian's head also showed signs of being unable to endure the thunder-like explosions.    

Many of the spectating experts' expressions changed slightly as they noticed some clues.    

"Hehe, Yang Ling has started to make things difficult, and is no longer giving Ling Tian the chance to do so."    

"The moment Ling Tian is unable to withstand the pressure and faced with any loopholes, he will lose!"    

The situation slowly shifted towards Yang Ling, and gradually everyone, no matter how poor their eyesight was, could tell that Ling Tian's situation was not looking good.    

However, only Yang Ling, who was in the middle of meetingplace, was a little agitated in his heart. The Weapon in Ling Tian's hands was too strong. The stick method was filled with torrential wind and torrential rain, it was like a tidal wave piercing through the heavens. Even though he held a great advantage, he was unable to directly defeat Ling Tian.    

"Let's see how you will withstand this move!"    

An ice-cold fury flashed past Yang Ling's eyes. In the end, he was still a little impatient.    

As he shouted, a eighty-nine meter long lightning snake rose from his back.    

The Lightning Serpent's appearance was strange. Seven inches away from its head was a pair of wings, and above its head was a single horn formed from lightning. It looked completely bizarre!    

In the next moment, the Martial Soul retreated while Yang Ling's numerous blade beams suddenly congealed into a roaring blue lightning dragon.    

That giant thunder dragon was sinister and terrifying. It was incomparably large, almost spanning half of the Arena. As the blade fell, it was like the appearance of an ancient beast.    

"Crap!" Yang Ling is using the Martial Spirit Power, eighty-nine meters and nine meters small divine body, Single Horned Thunder Winged Snake! "    

The faces of the people from Xiaoyao Academy immediately changed, this Yang Ling suddenly using Martial Soul and his killing technique, caught them off guard.    

Even though they were thousands of meters away, they could sense the terrifying power of the Thunder Flood Dragon that was filled with saber light.    

Ling Tian who bore the brunt of the impact, had no idea how much pressure he would face.    

This strike was more than twice as strong as the previous one.    

Now that Ling Tian was unable to endure any longer, under Yang Ling's powerful slash, how could he possibly withstand it?    

"Hehe, good saber art!"    

Ling Tian's pupils suddenly shrank, the zhenyuan throughout his body rippled unceasingly, in the next moment, his shoulders trembled, and an extremely pure, crystal clear Sword Soul appeared behind him.    

Although the Sword Soul was only eighty feet or so tall, the entire set of Sword Soul sparkled with a purple and gold color, going from big to small. Fortunately, the entire sword, seemed to be breathing!    

In the next moment, when the position of the Sword Soul had risen to its limit, it was suddenly recalled back into Ling Tian's body.    

The Soul of Artifact in Ling Tian's hand jumped out while roaring at the lightning flood dragon. Then, Ling Tian suddenly threw it at the sky as he swung the rod!    

"mountain and river stick, Chengyu!"    

This was the first Third level of mountain and river stick s, and during Ling Tian's practice, he had not even completely mastered it.    

But facing this one slash from Yang Ling, the arrogance in Ling Tian's heart flared up, and he immediately chose to use his first Third level!    

Clear, clear.    

Ling Tian's rod strike brought with it an endless amount of storm energy. It seemed that the rod strike wanted to completely defend against this space.    

This allowed the endless dark clouds above the lightning peak to be completely cleansed!    

BOOM!    

In an instant, the rod shadows collided with the lightning flood dragon. An unending series of wind and thunder rumbled across the sky.    

The Hundred War Tower that was originally in ruins under his feet had completely exploded this time. One terrifying deep pit after another could be seen. Rocks flew everywhere, forming a terrifying shockwave that turned into a gale, crazily sweeping out wave after wave.    

Amidst the raging winds, the eyes of many spectators slightly narrowed, their expressions shocked, and deep in their hearts, traces of fear could be seen.    

Terrifying!    

Too terrifying!    

The battle between the two was shockingly strong. It was completely unimaginable that such a terrifying might was displayed by two Palace student s.