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Chapter 243: Subduing the Dragon and Subduing the Tiger

"Boy, are you waiting for words from me?"

An elder of the Shalu Sect suddenly became furious and shouted sternly.

There are no younger generations who dare to be so disrespectful to the Shalu Sect.

"Yes, so what's the problem?"

Ling Tian slowly raised the regretful cloud stick in his hand and pointed it directly at the people of the Sha Luo Sect, "When you set up the three Sha Luo Yin Luo formation, you will not hesitate to slaughter tens of thousands of innocent civilians and absorb the ghost souls, and everyone will be killed!"

"What is this Ling Tian going to do? If you dare to say such things, is it because you want to anger the Shaluo Sect?"

"This is bad. This kid doesn't know the heights of the world and is arrogant. He's really hurting us!"

For a moment, Ling Tian's words made some warriors in the room complain.

Du Jinming, who had escaped madly and returned, looked even more ferocious in the room. He wished that Ling Tian would immediately anger the Shaluo Sect and die without a burial place.

"You are really looking for death! When we break this formation, we will beat your soul alive and make you suffer the pain of soul torture!"

A group of warriors from the Shaluo Sect were furious. If it weren't for the large formation blocking them, they would have swarmed up and tore Ling Tian into pieces to satisfy their hatred.

"The ignorant and fearless ghost is the most delicious thing. I want you to taste all the fear before you can use it for me. It's very good..."

There was no anger on Shang Li's face, but anger instead.

But the movements in his hands continued, the formation flag was slowly raised, and he repeated his old tricks, hoping to condense the ghost arrows again.

He's going to take control of Ling Tian's ghost!

"Hmph! Everyone, I gave you a move just now. Now, it should be my turn!"

Ling Tian snorted coldly, and in the Dantian Qi sea, above the Dao foundation, nine colors shone, and the vitality boiled into the sky, causing a stormy sea in an instant.

One hundred thousand sword shadows gathered in an instant and condensed into the hidden dragon sword soul, reflecting the inside and outside.

At this moment, Ling Tian's clothes on the Yunzhou ship were stirring, and in an instant, his vitality exploded, and his momentum increased steadily.

A seven-foot-long sword soul shining with golden light hung upside down behind Ling Tian, ​​with the sword's intention flowing horizontally.

Now, Ling Tian has raised his momentum and pressure to the extreme.

Just for one fight!

"This kid's aura is so weird!"

"Haha, we should be happy about the seventh-grade martial spirit!"

However, before the laughter of everyone in the Shalua Sect could stop, they discovered that the figure on the ship had disappeared!

Did he run away?

A thought flashed through everyone's mind, and the next moment, they saw the figure rushing out of the Yunzhou and hovering in the air thousands of feet away from them.

A pair of golden wings flapped behind him, dragging the figure holding the golden stick.

The golden sword above his head was suspended, making him look like a golden war god for a moment.

That figure, facing more than a hundred Demon Sect warriors, actually dared to come out of the Yunzhou!

"Haha, the Zhengdao Sect will show off its appearance! Now that he has come out, let's take his soul immediately!"

Except for Shangli, the other warriors of the Shaluo Sect waved their magic flags one after another to summon the ghost Rakshasa out.

"Haha, these filthy things are of no use to me!"

However, that figure once again exceeded everyone's expectations.

The golden wings behind him suddenly trembled, and the figure suddenly disappeared. The next moment, he appeared five hundred feet away. He raised the golden stick in his hand and frantically gathered his energy.

The speed of the figure is simply appalling.

"kill!"

Although he was shocked in his heart, everyone in the Demon Sect had experienced bloody battles. Even though he was shocked by the speed of the figure, he still swarmed forward.

Hundreds of ghost spirits and Rakshasa are in front, with long fangs and claws. Even the strong ones in the late stage of Condensation will die instantly if they are annihilated.

"Submit the tiger and subdue the dragon, destroy the illusion like nothing!"

"Wipe it to ashes!"

The golden figures, each with a stick, faced the Yinhun Rakshasa. The golden stick condensed the vitality into the shape of a dragon and tiger, and crashed down.

Like a landslide pushing horizontally.

Like the broken sea breaking into pieces.

While the dragons and tigers roared, hundreds of ghosts and Rakshasas screamed in fear and stagnated in place. Before they could move, they were smashed to ashes with a stick!

The evil wind is still there, but the Rakshasa has disappeared.

Amidst the roaring, everyone's hearts were filled with terrifying silence and trembling with fear.

The technique of Yinhun Rakshasa is the foundation of the establishment of the Shaluo Sect. It has twin lives and equal combat power with the warrior.

Every battle is fought with two against one, taking advantage.

But now, in front of that figure, the ghost Rakshasa, equivalent to hundreds of Ning Soul and Ning Soul warriors, was just blown away between heaven and earth by a stick!

A group of warriors from the Kāraṇa Sect were stunned. They had never encountered such a situation during their rampage in western Guizhou. How could the Yinhun Rakshasa, who was omnipotent, become so vulnerable?

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However, before they were surprised for a long time, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and their momentum was weakened.

They have all practiced the art of Yinhun Rakshasa since they were young. They have twin lives, one is strong and strong, and the other is damaged and damaged.

After the Rakshasa was destroyed, they immediately suffered a backlash. Even with the blessing of a large array, their combat power was still not as good as before.

"Haha, the stronger you are, the more I like you. I can't help but want to taste your ghost..."

Shang Li stood at the end, still focusing on gathering the ghost arrows. But when he saw this, he stretched out his scarlet tongue and licked his pale lips, which was evil and terrifying.

In Yunzhou, all the Lingnan warriors were stunned in front of the window.

Ling Tian is strong, but except for the warriors who have experienced Tianhe Mountain, others have only heard about it from other people's mouths.

Now, I saw that Ling Tian was once again fighting against a group of enemies with his own strength.

The power of the stick and the fearless courage completely impressed them.

"Damn it, how could the Shaluo Sect be so unbearable that they can't even deal with Ling Tian!" Du Jinming punched the window pillar and gritted his teeth.

Outside the Yunzhou, hundreds of people from the Shaluo Sect looked at the figure slowly flying towards them carrying a golden stick, and felt fear in their hearts.

"Who are you? Why does this stick seem to have the meaning of Buddha!"

An elder in the late stage of Condensation asked, covering his chest.

"Remember, the person who kills you is me, Ling Tian!"

When the word Tian fell, Ling Tian disappeared from the place again. The next moment, he appeared in front of the elder of the Shaluo Sect who had just opened his mouth to ask questions. The golden stick in his hand suddenly fell. At such a close distance, Ling Tian's attack was unavoidable.

The speed was so extreme that everyone could only see brain matter pouring out, and the elder fell from the sky.

"Who the hell are you!!?"

"How is that possible!"

"Junior Brother Shangli, save me!"

All the warriors of the Shaluo Sect were so frightened that they had no intention of fighting again. They could not believe that there were people in this great formation who were not oppressed by the power of the great formation, but instead had a surge in fighting power.

"Haha, none of you can escape!"

Ling Tian sneered, raised the Xian Yun stick and then swept it across. The second level of the Fuhu stick, with huge force, killed all the warriors in front of him.

Even they couldn't even scream.

From Ling Tian leaving the cloud boat to killing hundreds of people from the Shaluo Sect, it only took three breaths and three sticks.

I think back then, Ling Tian was able to defeat the late stage Ning Po with his cultivation of Piquan. Now, even though Ning Po has no sword power, he can easily defeat the human Ning Po.

In the sky where the wind howls, Ling Tian and You Shangli face each other far away.

The latter was still condensing the Yinhun arrows indifferently, unaware of Ling Tian's strength, but now the arrows were more than half condensed.

Ling Tian slowly raised the golden stick in his hand, and the three formations on it glowed with light.

Pointing directly at the white-robed figure in the distance, his voice was calm.

"Next, it's your turn!"


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