When the man transformed from the holy eagle saw that his sharp claws were blocked, he was shocked.
He looked at the small shadow that appeared, and his heart was filled with excitement.
Because, he has been lurking around Ling Tian for a long time, but from the beginning to the end, he has never sensed the existence of strong people around Ling Tian!
He has always been proud of his concealment.
His elusiveness and ability to kill people are what make him the Holy Eagle. Over the years, he has never failed.
But he never thought that one day, he would get his eyes pecked out!
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The Holy Eagle and Xiao Ying exchanged blows and retreated suddenly.
If the sneak attack fails, he is no match for Ling Tian head-on.
At this moment, in his eagle eyes, there was only this young man who suddenly appeared.
"Me? I am my master's spiritual beast. If you dare to touch my master, you will die!"
Xiaoying didn't like to talk too much, so when his voice fell and his figure flickered, he killed him without any reason at all.
Click!
Fire light burst out, and the two monster beasts fought together. For a moment, it was hard to tell the winner.
"How is that possible?"
The Hungarian prophet is about to collapse. Now that the Holy Eagle has been lost, how many trump cards does the human Ling Tianshou have in his hands?
"Haha, it's just a small skill, nothing more than that."
Ling Tian chuckled, "You'd better draw your sword."
"Why should I draw my sword and you are worthy of it?"
"That's it."
Click!
The Hungarian prophet's voice suddenly became hoarse, and then his whole body trembled with terror. In the golden light, there was wind and sand, and accompanied by waves of ghosts crying and howling, his momentum increased again, evoking terrifying visions all over the sky.
In the distance, all the humans were shocked. They never expected that the Hungarian prophet under such circumstances could actually increase his combat power?
What is going on?
Ling Tian also frowned, and he suddenly felt a familiar smell from this Hungarian prophet.
But for a while, I wasn't sure.
But Ling Tian couldn't help but think too much. The Hungarian prophet held the giant sword in both hands, but still didn't draw it. Black mist gathered on it, and he raised it high. When the energy on it reached the limit, he suddenly slashed it down.
The powerful energy aura directly locked Ling Tian firmly.
"Let me see...what can you do to stop me!"
"Ling Tian, you can't beat me after all!"
The Hungarian prophet's voice has changed.
"Pretend to be a ghost!"
"No matter how many paths you take, look at me and break them all with one finger!"
Ling Tian was fearless, running the Supreme Art, mobilizing the true energy to gather at the tips of his fingers. In an instant, the bright seven-color fingers were condensed, and he roared directly to greet him.
With the blessing of true energy and fire now, the Pure Yang Finger is still too strong.
As long as the opponent doesn't use his weapon, Ling Tian can take it.
boom!
Accompanied by the shocking pressure, the two people's moves collided again, and the result was naturally as you can imagine.
The two opponents were knocked back, and the powerful energy impact shook Ling Tian's body.
"Still not dead!"
"Holy Lord, please protect the Huns!"
Seeing that Ling Tian still had not been killed, the Huns in the Golden Valley were on the verge of despair.
The look in the eyes of the Hungarian prophet is even more complicated. After hundreds of powerful blows, Ling Tian still didn't get hurt. But he is a puppet and cannot withstand such consumption. If he continues, he will lose.
No doubt.
Moreover, how could he lose?
His whole life has been full of defeats since Ling Tian appeared. This time, it was his last fight, and he would not allow himself to lose!
"Damn it, enough is enough!"
"Ling Tian, I, Yun Yang, will give you everything I have to die today!"
Suddenly, black mist rose up all over the Xiong people, and as their bodies trembled, a voice that was all too familiar to Ling Tian and others suddenly sounded.
This voice turned out to be the Prince of Yunhou, Yun Yang!
At the beginning, this Yun Yang received the inheritance from the Dead Tsar in the secret realm, and integrated the power of strange demons, hoping to defeat Ling Tian in the Dragon Gate Competition.
But in the end he was defeated by Ling Tian.
Since then, Yun Yang has disappeared.
However, even Ling Tian never expected that Yun Yang would appear in the Holy Land of the Huns, the Golden River Valley!
Moreover, he also became a Hungarian prophet?
This, this is simply unbelievable.
"What's going on? Wasn't the Hungarian prophet the will of the previous emperor? How did this change?"
Cheng Jiujin said in surprise.
"I don't know. This thing is weird. It may be related to Tuoba Yongye's sudden promotion to Dou Huang."
"Now, as long as Ling Tian kills him, the truth will be revealed."
Yin Hong whispered.
He was equally horrified by Yun Yang's sudden appearance.
In the sky, Ling Tian frowned.
"Yun Yang, I really look down on you."
"As a human race, even if you are degenerating, you will not become a puppet. Moreover, you are still from the Huns!"
The Hungarian prophet looked at Ling Tian with his holey eyes, and Yun Yang's voice sounded again, "So what?"
"Do I need you to look at me?"
"If you weren't lucky, do you think you would be my opponent?"
"Ling Tian, give up, you can't compete with the sky."
"Soon, this world will fall, and all human beings will work like pigs and dogs and surrender under the feet of Lord Tian!"
Yun Yang sneered.
"You are thinking too much. This world will always belong to the human race. Nothing can enslave the human race."
Ling Tian shook his head and said decisively.
"Hmph, it's useless to talk, you will eventually die in my hands."
"Don't you want me to draw my sword? Okay, then I will draw my sword!"
Yun Yang was obviously annoyed by Ling Tian's tone.
With a buzzing sound, he unsheathed his sword, and the giant sword appeared. But what surprised Ling Tian was that it was not a giant sword, but a pair of blades that merged a long sword and a sword, with the words "
Many lines bloom with cold cyan and black light.
A wave of evil aura spread out in an instant.
Ling Tian's heart beat wildly and his pupils shrank.
He felt a dangerous smell from Yun Yang's sword.
This is definitely a pair of royal weapons!
Moreover, they are all top-grade beings among the royal weapons!
Yun Yang disappeared for such a long time, and now that he has returned, not only has his strength skyrocketed with the help of the Hungarian prophet, but he has also obtained such a seemingly evil weapon, so he must have something to rely on.
At the very least, Ling Tian no longer has the advantage when it comes to weapons.
"Haha, Ling Tian, don't think that you are the only one who has the opportunity to defy heaven."
“It’s really not certain who is the Chosen One.”
"I got this sword from a shady old guy with a lot of hard work. I used the soul sacrifice to refine it and finally achieved the state I wanted."
"Today, you are the first person my pair of weapons will kill."