Chapter 388: Battle of Lingtai

Chapter 388 The Battle of Lingtai
"We have so many nine products, Lingzong, really want to watch the Linguistic Lingtai being taken away?" A middle-aged man of Jiu Pin Ling Zongfeng, voice with anger.
The rest of the nine martial arts of the martial arts, the eyes are also showing expectations, but it is the mood of the Taiwan, set foot on it is very likely to understand the martial arts mood, and touch the traces of the road, to prepare for the future breakthrough of the Emperor.
"Afraid of what, as long as the mood is open, we all rushed out, I still do not believe that they can kill us all."
"As a warrior, we must go forward. If we can enter the spiritual platform, my cultivation and strength can be improved, even if I am desperate to gamble."
For Ding Xizhe and Zhan Jiao's hegemony, the surrounding Jiu Pin Ling Zong's warriors are not to be outdone. When the entrance to the Yi Ling Ling Tai is to be opened, the spiritual power of them flows.
Xu Feng mixed in the crowd, with a faint smile on his face, the more chaotic he was, the more he had the opportunity to rush into the mood.
"Zhan Jiao, it seems that many people are not safe. I want to compete with us for the spirit of the world. What do you say?" Ding Xizhe's cold eyes are like snakes sweeping through the crowd.
Of course, he also found that dozens of people around him wanted to fish in troubled waters, but there was only one one in the mood. The more people entered, the worse the effect would be.
Moreover, only one person is needed for an artistic conception.
"Giggle... Since it is not safe, then kill a few more people, my poisonous claws just need to drink blood recently." Zhan Jiao slowly smiled.
Her laughter was very charming, but it made people feel cold in the back, especially staring at her blood-red hands, not knowing how much blood was contaminated.
"Well, the two of us agreed that we will first hold the entrance to Lingtai and kill the people who dare to compete with us. We will slowly divide the winners and losers. Do you have any opinions?" Ding Xizhe’s words are exported. Zhan Jiao certainly has no opinion. She does not want to suffer from the loss of Ding Xizhe.
Oh...
As the spiritual power surged toward the Lingtai, in the center of the Yiling Lingtai, there was an entrance that could only accommodate one person.
The quaint spiritual power leaked out of it, and the spiritual power was like flowing water. Many of the nine sects of the sect of the spirits braved the light.
They are all very clear that in front of this artistic conception platform, the years passed are very long, and they do not know how much spiritual power is accumulated. It is absolutely impossible to change into the cultivation.
"Everyone rushes, as long as they break through the spirit of the realm, everyone can cultivate." One of the nine spirits slammed, and dozens of people rushed out toward Lingtai at the same time.
Almost all of them rushed out to be the strongest of the nine-pronged spirits. More than ten or twenty people were charged at the same time, and the violent spiritual power vented in all directions.
"Hey, a group of fireflies dare to glory with Haoyue. If you want to die, I will fulfill you." Inside Ding Xizhe's eyes, the cold killing moment filled the moment.
Around his body, five moods erupted, and the whole person became a mist. The blood in his eyes was even more gloomy.
Oh!
At the moment when he stepped out, a hand changed instantly, like a claw, and the sly attack was on the head of the first rushed nine-pin Lingzong.
With a bang, the martial man who rushed up, his head was directly crushed and crushed, and the blood was filled with the surrounding of Lingtai, but the later warriors were not afraid because the people in front were killed.
The wages of avarice is death!
As a warrior, in order to improve their cultivation and strength, the madness is also desperate. Four people have been killed by Ding Xizhe, and they are cruel.
"You are so weak, the old lady is embarrassed to absorb your blood." Blood red blood hand, turned into sharp claws, pierced the heart of a nine-pronged spirit.
Blood rushes out of the heart of that person, only a few breaths of time, the warrior becomes a dry skeleton.
Numerous bones were scattered all over the place. She killed three people in succession, and the corners of her mouth were blood. It was the blood left by her claws.
Looking at the scene in front of him, Xu Feng frowned slightly, Ding Xizhe and Zhan Jiao in front of them, the strength of the two is very strong, even so cruel.
Of course, he is not unbearable. The world of martial arts is originally a weak meat. These people know that Lingtai does not belong to them, and they want to compete without self-reliance, not to find death.
"Sparkling."
Lingbo Jiuxuan stepped out, Xu Feng's speed became a residual image, and he rushed out to Ding Xizhe and Zhan Jiao's Lingtai.
Ding Xizhe is the core disciple of the Wuwai Mountain Villa. He feels the breath of Xu Feng and makes a cold voice. He said: "I want to mix into the Lingtai under our eyes. It is really self-reliant."
Ding Xizhe moved under his feet, his hands became a sharp sword, and his artistic conception rolled up at the same time, condensing into a sword, and smashed toward Xu Feng.
Hey!
The six-pronged spirit broke out, and Xu Feng did not dare to have any care. The strength of Ding Xizhe and Zhan Jiao in front of him was not weak. He didn't want to suffer because of the big intention.
The whole body exudes a golden light, and the spirits of the two angry seas are surging. His eyes are extraordinarily calm and stare at the long sword that has been attacked.
"The stars are dull." The fists slammed out and carried the majestic power, so they slammed into the blood sword and the air was torn apart.
Ding Xizhe only felt the impact of a huge force, and the blood sword that he had gathered in his hand was actually crushed directly by Xu Feng’s fist.
"Who is you? Face is alive, actually has such strength, isn't it simple?" Ding Xizhe stepped back and stared at Xu Feng's figure, slowly.
Next to Zhan Jiao also found the existence of Xu Feng, feeling that Xu Feng is only the four-character Lingzong peak repair, charming face with a cold smile: "Little brother, can not think of you such a genius, four products Lingzong peak It’s not easy to repair and be able to withstand the sword of Ding Xizhe. Can you tell your sister your name?

The sound of the delicate drops spreads, which contains the charm of the technique.
Some of the attackers of Zhan Jiao, the eyes were sluggish, and their eyes were staring at the chest of Zhan Jiao’s surging, and I couldn’t wait for it to rush.
Xu Feng glanced at Ding Xizhe and Zhan Jiao in front of him. There was no politeness in the voice. The voice contained a hegemony inside: "This is the mood of the Taiwanese, I am going to Xu Feng, and you will roll quickly."
Oh...
Those who originally wanted to deal with Ding Xizhe and Zhan Jiao, and heard Xu Feng’s words, were also retreating. They looked at Xu Feng as if they were watching the dead.
The two middle-aged men who had just talked with Xu Feng, they also heard Xu Feng’s overbearing words, could not help but sigh: "It’s really a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers, that kid is dead."
"Dare to say such madness in front of us. Today I didn't want to kill you. You cultivated too low. Killing you is an insult to me." Ding Xizhe's five moods rolled up, apparently he had been Xu The peak was completely irritated, and the voice was cold: "But now, you will die."
Oh...
Ding Xizhe's spiritual flow, the half-step spirit of the emperor burst out completely, and the five moods condensed in the moment, he stepped out.
The changes of the two palms became blood swords, and they came to Xu Feng’s sword, and the power was endless.
"A good and powerful attack, this kid is a four-pronged spirit, can you bear a trick?"
"It’s an interesting teenager. I dare to anger Ding Xizhe, not to find a way out."
"I can't say that people are a genius, dare to be so overbearing, otherwise who dares to say such words."
Seeing Ding Xizhe's sword attacked, Xu Feng's mouth was smiling, and the blood of his body was equally diffuse, but Xu Feng's blood was much stronger than Ding Xizhe's.
"Six killings?" Ding Xizhe condensed the mood, he is very clear that the killing mood is much stronger than his mood.
Moreover, Xu Feng in front of him is only the four-character Lingzong peak, and he can condense six killings. If it is transmitted, it will cause a sensation.
Oh...
The long sword continually collided with the fist, and the violent violent waves rolled in all directions. As the battle progressed, Ding Xizhe's face became extraordinarily ugly.
"Zhan Jiao, if you are still ready to watch the drama, it will be handed over to the soul of the soul." Ding Xizhe was swept away by Xu Feng, and a blood spouted out.
His face was incomparably ugly, and the half-step spirit of the imperial concubine was repulsed by a teenager of the four-character Lingzong, especially if he had just said aloud that he wanted to kill each other.
"Giggle... Little brother, your body is so strong, I don't know who is harder than my claws. Who is harder?" Zhan Jiao's laughter resounded, the perfect body began to move, blood red The claws are condensed, and the space is under the blood-red light, leaving traces of the Tao.
Bloody claws!
The claws fell toward Xu Feng's, and the two claws had to tear Xu Feng into countless pieces. It was a beautiful woman, but it had a snake-like heart. Otherwise, it would not cultivate claws. Cruelty.
The stars are vast!
The golden fist slammed out and Xu Feng did not hide or scream. He wanted to use his fist and Zhan Jiao’s claws.
"Ha ha ha... You are the first person who dares to use his fist and my poisonous claws to fight. This is the real man, but unfortunately you have to become a dead person." Zhan Jiao looked at Xu Feng's self-reliance Using your fist to fight against yourself, your eyes are mocking, and the voice is sneer.
Her poisonous claws are the best spiritual skills of the heavens. She cultivated for so many years, absorbed the blood of countless warriors, and finally cultivated the poisonous claws to the realm of getting better.
She is very clear that even the second-class spirit, under his own claws, will become a pool of blood, and finally not killed, but also poisoned.
Zhan Jiao's speed has become faster, and the claws are more terrifying.
(End of this chapter)