"Ministry of the Imperial College?"

On the ring, Ling Tian raised his eyebrows slightly. This person's level is worth taking him a little seriously.

"The Huns cannot tolerate you being humiliated by voluntarily. I can only say that your provocation will make you lose the opportunity to enter the Qingcang Secret Realm!"

As the sound fell, a palm suddenly lifted up in the gray robe, and inside the palm was holding a dead-shaped staff.

As the martial spirit above the head of the Hungarian tribe was sacrificed, a black light suddenly burst out on the staff!

Compared with the barbarians, although they have powerful bloodlines and top-level powerful body, they are quite powerful in terms of divine consciousness talent, and their Taoist magical powers are extremely strange, which is enough to make the enemy lose unconsciously.

What's more, the one who is taking action now is the national level of the Hungarian tribe!

"As for the name of my country, you don't need to know it."

"It's just a defeated general!"

It can be seen that the Hungarian king was quite confident in his combat power. On the staff in his hand, a black light suddenly rose and turned into an arrow, which suddenly disappeared into the space.

Although this technique seems to have died suddenly, everyone knows that the consequences of despising the supernatural powers of the Huns are huge!

When the Hun monk saw Ling Tian standing indifferently on the ring when he saw that he was facing his attack, he couldn't help but sneer in his heart.

Ling Tian looked even more stupid than he thought!

However, a few breaths passed.

There was no fluctuation on the ring.

Even Ling Tian’s hair was not tilted.

"Um!?"

"What's the situation? Ling Tian had nothing to do!?"

"Is it really that the Taoist art of the Hungarian tribe died?"

Under the arena, everyone not only looked at each other.

I thought to myself that this Hun Cultivator was still talking wildly just now, but now he has nothing to do?

"Haha, is that right? Is it possible that your countryman is relying on his mouth to squirt me to death?"

Over the ring, Ling Tian stood proudly above the sword light and shrugged.

In fact, Ling Tian didn't seem to have any movement, but he just experienced a fierce confrontation.

The Hungarians sacrificed the magical Taoist technique, which can hurt people invisibly. This kind of Taoist technique is silent, invisible and colorless, and is extremely difficult to deal with.

It’s just a pity that the Hungarian king is facing Ling Tian, ​​whose divine mind is perverted!

Ling Tian can control hundreds of strange fires in alchemy and weapons, and his divine consciousness is even more powerful than that of the cultivators of the Purple Palace!

Therefore, the moment the Hungarian Imperial College used his divine thought arrow to touch him, he was crushed by Ling Tian's divine thoughts.

In front of Ling Tian, ​​playing with the so-called divine thoughts is really showing off one's skills and overestimating one's own abilities.

"impossible!"

After being humiliated by Ling Tian again, the Huns genius naturally could not believe his eyes. Then the staff under his robe was raised again, and another black arrow condensed, and then disappeared into the void.

But it was still the same as before. After a few breaths, Ling Tian was still standing there with a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

Moreover, this time the Hungarian king finally discovered that it was not because of his own Taoist technique, but because Ling Tian actually crushed his Taoist technique!

Even, extremely relaxed.

But how is this possible?

He had never met a junior who could easily resolve his divine thoughts and Taoist techniques of the Hungarian clan!

"Now, it's my turn!"

However, no matter how shocked this person was, Ling Tian only raised one hand on the thunder sword.

To be precise, it is a finger.

Above the fingers, a strange fire rose, and in the breath, it suddenly turned into a phantom of flame that was more than ten feet long.

Buzz!

Amid the explosion, the fingers were like the ancient flame holy emperor's slashing. The hot breath made the barriers around the arena begin to melt.

The huge pressure started to collapse before it could fully arrive!

It can be seen how powerful the power of this finger is.

The Hungarians, who were the first to be blasted, suddenly discovered that in front of their fingers, a divine thought like thunder and waves surged in!

His sea of ​​mind fluctuated instantly, and even had no way to control his spiritual energy. He was like a puppet, fixed on the ring.

Then this means that he will bear this finger alone.

With the body of the Huns, they may die!

"It's OK!"

However, just as everyone was screaming, a peak spiritual thought of the Purple Palace roared from a distance, instantly penetrated the barrier of the arena and defeated Ling Tian's spiritual thought.

The Huns' king reacted and hurriedly used his body skills and left the arena.

But it was still a little slower, and was swallowed by the aftermath of Juyan's finger, and the whole person was overturned.

After landing heavily, the Hungarian tribe retreated a hundred feet in succession, and then he removed the strength of his body. But at this time, the gray robe was covered with blood!

The Hungarians wiped off the blood from the corner of their mouth and looked horrified.

And on the martial arts field, after a few breaths of silence, the surprise sounded everywhere!

Even if the Huns' kingdom took action, he was still defeated by Ling Tian's move!?

Even if it weren't for the attack of your peak level of the Purple Mansion, the Hungarian Nation would have been completely seriously injured!

The Imperial College actually lost too!?

So, what is this Ling Tian?

"Haha, you really don't need to tell me your name."

"Stop, my ears dirty!"

On the ring, Ling Tian also sneered and then looked at the void in the distance, "The Purple Mansion of the Hungarian Clan is nothing more than that."

Now Ling Tian even mocked the old monster of the Purple Mansion that was the Huns!?

In fact, Ling Tian’s dissatisfaction is understandable. After all, this is a competition between the younger generations, and it is really shameful to have external forces to intervene.

But the aura and sound of the Huns Purple Mansion never appeared again.

"Hmph, we Huns will never give up, let's see!"

The Hungarian tribe snorted coldly, and knew that he had lost all his face, so he could only leave with a group of Hungarian monks in shame.

The barbarian monks looked at each other and left one after another. The barbarians have not even had a kingdom to appear so far, so they are not as good as the Huns.

In this way, the lively challenge just now ended in an instant.

In the pavilion not far from the martial arts field, Huo Junlin, Xu Qingshan, and Lu Kan stood behind a purple-haired woman. Looking at the figure floating on the collapsed ring, the faces of the three of them became extremely impressive.

Be serious.

"You have also seen this person, it's not easy to deal with."

"Maybe, I really want to take action myself."
Chapter completed!