The battle platform trembled violently, and Xue Yong's body was smashed in front of Murong Zining.

At this moment, Murong Zining's heart was shocked. Not only her, but everyone else could not help but have their hearts tremble violently.

Ling Tian, ​​who was standing on the battlefield at this moment, was like a god of war, invincible.

The armor on Xue Yong's body was almost shattered.

Only the red inscriptions are left with broken strands.

Xue Yong was dying, and his whole body was like a bloody gourd.

What Ling Tian smashed together was the self-esteem of the Xue family.

Xue Yong tried his best, but was still defeated.

At this time, the strong men in the City Lord's Mansion were in a bad mood, very bad. Xue Yong was defeated, and then only Murong Zining was left in the City Lord's Mansion, which was the same as the Fuyun Sword Sect.

, Originally, the City Lord's Mansion was bound to win this grand feast of geniuses.

He even intercepted the immortal soldiers from the Central Region.

But now, in front of Ling Tian, ​​he seemed vulnerable.

Only the last three people were left on the battlefield.

Does Ling Tian really want to fight to the end alone and trample all the geniuses in Western Xinjiang under his feet?

"Miss Murong, it seems you are the only one left!"

Ling Tian kicked Xue Yong off the ring, shook off the blood on his hands, and said.

"Haha, what, is this another demonstration like me?"

Murong Zining still stood there from the beginning to the end, with his arms folded on his chest, looking at Ling Tian without any fear.

"No, no, I just want you to know that I, Ling Tian, ​​am really not weak!"

"Hahahaha, right? But it seems that besides you and me, there is someone else here!" Murong Zining looked to the other side.

At this time, Yuan Meng from the Fuyun Sword Sect suddenly turned around and looked at him.

The body is as strong as an iron tower, and it carries a huge sword box behind it.

At this time, he was also not attracted by the terrifying aura on Ling Tian's body.

Nowadays, those who can stand firm and motionless on the stage are not ordinary people.

Ling Tian turned around and looked, also frowning slightly.

The sword intent in Yuan Meng's body is extraordinary.

The back was as heavy as a mountain, and Ling Tian was extremely sensitive to the sword's intention. He could already see the phantom of the mountain behind him that was manifested by the sword's intention.

"Brother Yuan, do you want to fight?"

Ling Tian smiled.

There is no indifference like before.

This Yuan Meng had helped him in the weapon refining competition just now.

Ling Tian still had a good impression of this guy.

"I'm afraid I won't be able to defeat you, but I still want to try my hand at swordsmanship!"

Yuan Meng pursed his lips, showing no intention of retreating.

"Haha, okay, since Brother Yuan has spoken, then please!"

After the words fell, Ling Tian disappeared the aura around his body, and the inscriptions on the sword blade and arm armor also faded.

Obviously, Ling Tian wants a fair fight with Yuan Meng.

"good!"

Yuan Meng's eyes narrowed slightly, his shoulders shook violently, and five layers of fairy light suddenly bloomed behind him.

This Yuan Meng actually broke through to the fifth level of Earth Immortal!

Moreover, it seems that he is even stronger than Lan Yun Che in terms of cultivation!

The second disciple of Fuyun Sword Sect is actually the one with the strongest cultivation.

At this time, everyone was shocked.

Secretly, there were quite a lot of changes at this grand banquet of geniuses.

Yuan Meng is obsessed with swordsmanship and cannot go out in seclusion.

It turns out that he has already been promoted to the fifth level of Earth Immortal.

Immediately, the sword box behind him opened, and Yuan Meng pulled out an extremely dark heavy sword from it.

The blade of the heavy sword is more than a foot long, and its length is close to half a foot. Its rank is actually the eighth level of Earth Immortal.
Chapter completed!