"Hiss, sure enough, although Ling Tian's cultivation level is far inferior to Yu Sen's, the level of this palm he used is far superior to Yu Sen's sword. It seems that it should be a quasi-immortal level martial arts!"
"You are really a scary guy. What's your background? Do you possess quasi-immortal magic?"
"I heard that he is the top one in this year's Hundred Sects Competition, and he came out of the Secret Treasures of Heaven."
"That's no wonder. Maybe it's a technique obtained from the secret treasures outside the sky."
Everyone was talking about it, and they were all shocked by Ling Tian's palm.
But at this moment, in a palace far away on the top of Holy Sword Mountain, a figure shrouded in dense shadows of bright swords suddenly opened its eyes.
"The Eighteen Palms of the Divine Dragon? The technique of Senior Qi Tian..."
After whispering, the figure was once again hidden in the shadow of the sword.
On the arena at the foot of the mountain, Ling Tian also looked at the golden dragon guidance in his hand that was gradually extinguishing, and couldn't help but secretly praise it in his heart.
He had just mastered the first level of the Eighteen Palms of the Divine Dragon to the point where he had a first glimpse of them, but he was so tyrannical.
The current level of tyranny is enough to rival the second of Fentian's five seals.
The old beggar really treated himself well!
"Ahem, Ling Tian, don't get too proud too early!"
"I, Yu Sen, have not been defeated yet!"
At the edge of the ring, Yu Sen wiped away the blood that spilled from the corner of his mouth.
Although he was knocked back, he was not seriously injured.
"The soul of the wooden character of Taichu, rise!"
Yu Sen levitated in the air again, and this time a wooden soul suddenly rose behind him.
Although Yu Sen's ancient-level Taichu martial spirit was not very powerful, it was very consistent with his attributes. The moment he used Taichu, Yu Sen's whole aura changed drastically.
The coercion of his cultivation level was rising in an almost terrifying way, making Yu Sen's aura, which was already at the level of the Martial Emperor, become even more terrifying.
"It's over, I just need one sword!"
"Ling Tian, even if this sword kills you, don't blame me, Yu Sen, for being ruthless!"
At this moment, Yu Sen's expression suddenly became ferocious, and the long sword in his hand was trembling with speed. The wooden character soul evolved the power of thunder, and the blade of the sword blessed by it made the air crackle and explode.
"Blue Sky Wooden Thunder Slash!"
"Break it for me!"
Yu Sen in mid-air gathered his momentum to the peak, and the long sword was also filled with vitality. With the blessing of the primary peak sword domain on the blade, he slashed at Ling Tian with one sword!
This sword light was so strong that it passed through the barrier of the arena, causing cracks to appear on it. This shows how powerful this sword, which was fully blessed by Taichu, was.
"Taichu, then I will do as you wish!"
Naturally, Ling Tian would not underestimate the opponent. Yu Sen was already a top genius. In terms of talent, he was definitely not inferior to Jiang Hao. Now that he was at the level of the Martial Emperor, the sword was struck with all his strength, which really shocked his heart.
However, Ling Tian did not intend to hide his clumsiness anymore. The Taichu Meridian caused the sea of Qi to vibrate, and a golden war word flashed behind him. Although it was just a flash in the pan, it was still blessing Ling Tian's momentum, which suddenly surged.
On top of the Duer Stick blessed by the power of the domain, there is no need to use a magic weapon like the Longyuan Sword to deal with Yu Sen.
"Vajra has no form, Yu!"
Ling Tian also shouted low, and swung the sword light falling from the sky towards the sword light falling from the sky.
clang!
And where everyone's eyes were focused, the sword light slashed heavily on the stick shadow, and the two Taichu energies were violently fighting each other, causing the entire Holy Sword Mountain to tremble.
"This is the most powerful move in Yu Sen's swordsmanship. It's really terrifying!"
"However, Ling Tian's stick seems to be pretty good. Is he a stick cultivator?"
"Although Ling Tian's Taichu Martial Spirit is disabled, the instantaneous increase in combat power is still too strong!"
Everyone couldn't help but burst into an uproar when they looked at the sword lights and stick shadows stagnant above the ring.
The two killing moves actually started to stalemate, and no one could do anything about the other.
"However, Ling Tian should not be Yu Sen's opponent. After all, Yu Sen's sword domain has reached the primary peak and will soon reach the ultimate!"
Seeing that the sword light and stick shadow were showing signs of cracking, the disciples of Jiange still had great confidence in Yu Sen.
"Is it over?"
Looking at this scene, many people were thinking like this, but they didn't mean to laugh at it. As a newcomer, it was quite difficult for Ling Tian to force Yu Sen to display the Taichu Martial Spirit.
Yu Sen also looked at the stick figure that was about to collapse, and a smile finally appeared on his face. Although he could not defeat Ling Tian directly with one sword, there was still a chance. However, before the smile could expand, his eyes
His pupils shrank suddenly.
boom!
Above the shadow of the stick that was about to collapse, a dark red light suddenly bloomed. Immediately, a terrifying beast broke out from the shadow of the stick and roared to the sky. The pressure of the violent stick directly hit Yu Sen.
The sword light shattered.
"Haha, your sword is too weak!"
Ling Tian raised his head slightly and smiled at Yu Sen, whose expression changed drastically. Then he pressed the stick in his hand suddenly, and the surging power of Lao Hou's blessing spurted out like a tide at an extreme distance.
Bang!
Although Yu Sen used his sword to exert energy to resist, the Vajra Formless was as thick as a mountain. No matter how Yu Sen resisted, it was all in vain.
boom!
The weapon flew away from his hand, and the aura that swept down directly knocked Yu Sen away and hit the ground hard.
puff!
Yu Sen could no longer hold back a mouthful of blood mist, and it was sprayed out. At this time, everyone looked at the figure lying in the rubble in shock, and couldn't help but take a breath.
Today, Yu Sen's clothes are in pieces, like a bloody gourd, and the scars all over his body are cracked. It is conceivable that if he hadn't been a Martial Emperor with strong vitality, he might have been shattered by the stick just now!
This Yu Sen was completely defeated.
"Ma De, Ling Tian, you bastard actually dares to hurt me and go against me, Yu Sen. You will definitely die, and I will never let go of your brothers!"
"Just wait for me!"
Yu Sen struggled to get up from the ground, but the pain all over his body was far less than the sharp sword-like mocking light of all the warriors around him. It felt like a thorn in his back, and shame and anger overwhelmed him.
"court death!"
On the ring, a ferocious look flashed across Ling Tian's face. He jumped down and chased directly in front of Yu Sen. The fist in his hand was raised and he was about to drop it.
At this time, Yu Sen had no power to fight back. If Ling Tian's punch landed, even if he was not dead, he would probably be crippled.
"Ling Tian stop!"
In the midst of the lightning and flint, a figure suddenly rushed out of the crowd and stopped in front of Yu Sen.
This man was wearing a long green robe. He stretched out his big hand and raised his palm.