The golden light roared in, as fast as a meteor across the sky, with a majestic momentum. However, the Holy Son of Jiange did not panic. He slightly raised his hand, his index finger and middle finger pointed together in a sword shape, and a two-finger-wide spiritual energy sword poured out.

, welcome the golden light.

The aura of the aura sword is rich and dazzling. The sword intention on the sword is surging, vast, profound, and extremely pure.

The golden light seemed to be like a layer of gauze, vulnerable to a single blow. It was instantly torn to pieces by the majestic sword energy, scattering bits of golden light and turning into nothingness.

The Spiritual Qi Sword continued to move straight towards Ling Tian with great momentum and a deafening whistling sound. The color of the sky and the earth changed, the sun and moon lost all light, and it had an aura that could destroy metal and crack rocks.

Ling Tian was slightly startled. He didn't expect that man's spiritual energy sword to be so domineering. Although he accidentally touched that golden light, it should not be underestimated. Ordinary golden elixir monks would not be able to block that person's spiritual energy sword with all their strength.

But he easily smashed the golden light into pieces, and his momentum continued to come towards him.

With a solemn expression, he raised his right hand and pointed with his index finger. The golden light burst out, as bright and blazing as a sun. The swastika kalpa pointed out that the heaven and earth changed color, and the magnificent breath of Buddhism was created.

"puff!"

The big swastika collided with the Spiritual Energy Sword, and the Qi movement was strong, causing ripples in the air, which vibrated far away, rumbling like a tide, and it was majestic.

The onlookers felt a harsh sound that shook their eardrums, and they hurriedly used their spiritual energy to resist it. Then there were strong winds blowing, flying sand and rocks, and the sky was dark. For a while, everyone could not open their eyes.

After a long time, the howling stopped and the strong wind stopped. Everyone hurriedly looked towards the source of the sound.

I saw Ling Tian's finger still standing in mid-air, his posture unchanged, as if it had been like this forever.

The swastika pointed at by the swastika had turned into bits of golden light and dispersed into nothingness. The spiritual energy sword issued by the Holy Son of the Sword Pavilion had also disappeared at this time.

"Could it be that the spiritual energy sword and the swastika are equally matched and cancel each other out?" one person in the crowd speculated.

"I didn't expect someone to be able to block the Holy Son's blow." One person recognized that it was the Holy Son of the Sword Pavilion who was using the spiritual energy sword, and was shocked for a moment.

In his eyes, the Holy Son of Jiange was an otherworldly existence. He didn't expect that an unknown person actually blocked his attack. Why is this not surprising?

"No, that man didn't completely block it. Didn't you see faint blood stains on his fingers?" Someone with sharp eyes saw the blood stains on Ling Tian's fingers.

I saw a drop of bright red blood dripping from the tip of Ling Tian's finger that was frozen in mid-air, crystal clear.

In Piaomiao City, the Holy Son of Jiange stood proudly, extremely arrogant.

Ling Tian, ​​on the other hand, stood stunned on the spot and murmured: "I was actually injured."

Ling Tian's body was stronger than the iron corpse, but he didn't expect that man's spiritual energy sword to first scatter the golden light, then scatter the swastika on his finger, and finally pierce Ling Tian's finger. Although his fingertips

The wound was very small, but it was injured after all, which made Ling Tian not surprised.

"Brother Lingtian, what's wrong with you? Who hurt you?" An anxious voice came. It turned out that it was Hua Miner who had been unconscious for such a long time and woke up.

As soon as she woke up, she saw Ling Tian standing there blankly, and then she saw Ling Tian's bleeding fingers. She was so anxious that she broke free from Yao Yu's pull and rushed forward.

"Min'er, you're awake, how do you feel?" Ling Tian turned around and saw Hua Min'er looking at him anxiously.

"It feels good." Hua Min'er saw that Ling Tian was not seriously ill, and her worried heart was relieved. Her pretty face was like frost, and she said coldly: "Brother Ling Tian, ​​who hurt you?"

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"Hehe, it's okay. I'm just sparring with someone. It's just a minor injury." Ling Tian smiled slightly and raised his fingers. They were as smooth as ever and had been completely healed.

But while he was speaking, his eyes did not leave the Saint Son of Jiange in Pianmiao City.

Seeing this, Hua Min'er followed his gaze and saw two people looking at Ling Tian. She was smart and knew instantly that it was the person who hurt Ling Tian. She glared angrily, her pretty face slightly cold.

I saw her handprints changing, and a spiritual sword with green light whizzing away, Hua Min'er took action with anger.

Hua Min'er's move was very sudden. When Ling Tian reacted, the Spiritual Qi Sword had already taken action, but it could no longer be stopped.

Seeing this, the Saint Son of the Sword Pavilion in Piao Miao City smiled helplessly, but remained unmoved. The Saint Sage of the Sword Pavilion next to him smiled, and a silver bell-like laughter came out.

Then I saw her jade fingers stretched out, and a spiritual energy sword similar to the Saint of Jiange spewed out. With one sword, Hua Miner's spiritual energy sword was shattered. Green spiritual energy overflowed, and then turned into nothingness. And the Saint of Jiange came out.

Although the spiritual energy sword was already very calm, it still came towards Ling Tian and the other two.

"Min'er, stop." Ling Tian shouted lowly, and with a flash, he was already protecting Hua Min'er.

He struck out with his swastika finger, and the golden light this time was stronger than the last time. It seemed that Ling Tian was already a little wary.

The Swastika Jie finger met the Spiritual Energy Sword, and a storm broke out. The Swastika shattered and turned into a shadow. Then the Spiritual Energy Sword also shattered into pieces, but turned into pieces and scattered in all directions, like metal fragments.

Hua Min'er's expression changed. She knew that she was completely defeated. She was no match for that woman in the city, so she simply stopped taking action. However, her little mouth was slightly pouted and she looked so angry. She was so cute.

But the Saint of the Sword Pavilion in the city smiled and stopped taking action, standing aside.

Ling Tian looked thoughtful when he saw Hua Min'er's spiritual energy sword and the spiritual energy sword of the woman in the city.

He came back to his senses and looked steadily at the Saint Son of Jiange in Piaomiao City, with a lot of thoughts in his mind. Although he knew that the man's cultivation level was higher than his own, he didn't expect that he was defeated so completely. He couldn't help but wonder.

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"No, the skills of those two people are very strange. There is no need to use hand gestures to produce the spiritual energy sword. It is as if there is a sword in their bodies. Moreover, the spiritual energy sword produced seems to be physical, like a real sword. I am too

You've underestimated them." Suddenly, Ling Tian's mind lit up and he realized the difference between the two of them.

"Min'er, get out of the way, I have one thing to make sure of." Ling Tian looked solemn and his tone was decisive, leaving no room for doubt.

Seeing Ling Tian's determination, Hua Min'er knew that he must have discovered something. She also knew that this was just a sparring exercise and that Ling Tian would not be in any danger. Although she felt slightly aggrieved, she still obediently stepped back and stood with Yao Yu.

together.

Seeing Hua Min'er retreat, Ling Tian's momentum suddenly increased, and a strong fighting spirit emerged, directed at the man in the city, unyielding and arrogant.

Seeing this, the Saint Son of the Sword Pavilion in the ancient city of Piaomiao knew that Ling Tian still found out that his spiritual energy sword was special. A smile of appreciation appeared on his handsome face, and then he stretched out his sword finger, condensed another spiritual energy sword, and whizzed away.

, the momentum is even more powerful, and the sword's will is surging.

When Ling Tian saw this, he knew that the Swastika Jie Zhi was outmatched. He did not dare to raise his hand, and with a move of his right hand, the corpse-cutting arrow was already in his hand.

He used the corpse-cutting arrow as a spear, and turned his right hand sharply. The corpse-cutting arrow was like a spiritual snake circling, and the killing energy emerged; it was also like a dragon flying into the sky, scattering thousands of golden lights. For a time, the arrows were heavily shadowed, and they hit the spiritual energy sword without any time.

There was a clanking sound, and the Spiritual Qi Sword shattered, and the fragments flew around, still like broken metal.

Ling Tian's eyes lit up, and he saw that the aura sword issued by the Holy Son of the Sword Pavilion was not like an ordinary aura sword, where the aura would disintegrate and turn into nothingness after being struck apart. Instead, it turned into pieces of aura fragments. From this he saw this

How solid is the spiritual energy sword? It has turned from a gaseous state into a solid state. It is comparable to a flying sword at the level of a spiritual weapon. It is extremely powerful and can penetrate gold and crack rocks. It is no wonder that Lingtian's strong body is also injured.

"It's true, it's such a powerful technique. It really makes sense for Jiange to be the number one sect in Tianmu Star." Ling Tian said secretly, having a certain understanding of Jiange in his heart.

"It seems that I can't reveal any flaws during this trip." Ling Tian reminded himself secretly.

Seeing that Ling Tian easily smashed the spiritual energy sword that he struck into pieces, the Holy Son of Jiange secretly praised Ling Tian for his extraordinary physical skills and how he could react within an extremely short time and then hit the spiritual energy sword.

You must know that the Spiritual Qi Sword struck out extremely fast, reaching in front of Ling Tian in an instant. In such a hurry, ordinary monks would not have time to react. Even if they did, they would not be able to attack the Spiritual Qi Sword so quickly with their agile body skills.

Crush.

Only quick reactions and quick movements can achieve this.

Seeing that the previous spiritual energy swords were not effective, the Holy Son of Jiange was not discouraged. He smiled slightly, raised both hands, and in an instant, dozens more spiritual energy swords were struck out. The spiritual energy swords flickered, changed, and roared into the sky.

, the clanking of swords is heard all the time.

The flying swords of spiritual energy were pointed at various parts of Ling Tian's body, and for a moment they enveloped Ling Tian's vitals, leaving no room for Ling Tian to escape.

When Ling Tian saw this, he did not panic. The phantom of the phantom god spread out at a speed that was jaw-dropping. In an instant, hundreds of phantoms appeared, and each phantom held a corpse-killing arrow and struck the spiritual energy sword.

"Poof!" "Zheng!" "Poof!" "Zheng!"

The sound of swords was heard continuously, and the sound of shattering spiritual energy swords continued. In just a moment, dozens of spiritual energy flying swords were shattered without exception. The spiritual energy fragments flew through the air, and soon turned into spiritual energy and dispersed in the sky and the earth.

The Holy Son of the Sword Pavilion was slightly startled. Unexpectedly, he still underestimated Ling Tian's movement skills. He no longer condensed the spiritual energy sword, because he knew that no matter how much spiritual energy the flying sword was, Ling Tian could still crush it.

He laughed wildly, filled with boundless fighting spirit, and then rose into the air, heading towards Lingtian like a flying sword.

The two of them were not close to each other, but the Saint of Jiange was extremely fast, and he was in front of Ling Tian in a matter of seconds, with great momentum and unstoppable momentum.

Ling Tian felt as if a huge mountain was pressing down on him, and it was difficult to turn his body. The Saint Son of the Sword Pavilion was so imposing, like a big sword that pierced the sky, and his sword intent was fierce.

Ling Tian did not dare to move at will. Although there was only one man in front of him, he felt that there were thousands of flying swords in front of him. No matter which way he moved, the flying swords would pierce him in the next second. A strong sense of crisis spread throughout his body.

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Cold sweat broke out from Ling Tian's back. Suddenly, his heart trembled violently. He bit the tip of his tongue and braced himself. He used his phantom body technique and turned sharply. He was already dozens of feet away.

At the place where he was standing before, a spiritual energy sword pierced through the stone there, and the gravel penetrated the air, and stone chips flew everywhere.

After a long time, the dust fell to the ground, and the two of them stopped moving, as if frozen.

A gust of wind blew by, and Ling Tian felt a chill around him. He lowered his head and saw that his sleeve was torn in a flash and turned into pieces, scattering around. It turned out that the sword energy of the previous spiritual sword still shredded his

Sleeves, if he hadn't been so fast, he might have been crushed to death.

The power of the sword pavilion saint's strike was so terrifying!
Chapter completed!