The entire Xuantian Authentic Sect main peak was completely boiling. This Ling Tian was really too crazy.
Give me the weapon of a fake immortal?
And you don’t need a weapon to take action!?
This is such contempt. When Ling Tian became really mad, it was so shocking that people's jaws almost dropped.
It can be imagined how aggrieved Jun Bufan felt at the moment. He originally wanted to take revenge and return all the humiliation to Ling Tian.
But he didn't expect that he would be slapped in the face crazily before he even made a move. He was so angry that he almost vomited blood.
Moreover, Ling Tian dared to say that he would fight with him without using a weapon. Did he really think that the Feng Xiang Sword in his hand was a fire stick?
Jun Bufan continued with a stern face: "A swordsman's words are hard to catch. Since you dare to humiliate me in public, you have to bear the price of such arrogance. If you can't defeat me with one sword, you give me the weapon of the fake immortal. If
I lost..."
"You will not lose, you will only die!" Ling Tian raised his eyebrows.
"I must die!"
Jun Bufan said through gritted teeth.
"Okay, then we don't care whether we live or die!"
Suddenly, everyone on the main peak took a breath.
This time, it is really a life and death battle!
Everyone looked at Ling Tian in disbelief. Is this guy crazy? He can kill the current Jun Bufan with just one move without using a weapon!?
This seems impossible.
But soon, they will be able to witness it.
Ling Tian flew down from the door of the main hall and hovered opposite Jun Bufan.
There was no breath left on his body, "Let's take action."
"But I remind you, use your strongest sword and don't let yourself die unjustly, because I will not give you a second chance."
Ling Tian spoke, still irritating Jun Bufan.
"Okay, I'll let you be arrogant again, Ling Tian, remember, the reason why you will lose today is because you underestimate me too much!"
Jun Bufan held the sword in his hand coldly, and the sword intent in his body began to vibrate again.
Everyone held their breath and stared intently.
The war is about to break out, and it shouldn't end soon this time.
Na Jun Bufan pushed his fourth-level Immortal King's peak combat power to the extreme. He took a deep breath and looked solemn, not daring to be careless in the slightest.
boom!
The next moment, the majestic sword intent that reaches the sky burst out from his body, his true energy flows, sword light blooms all over his body, and his long hair dances without the wind.
Being able to comprehend the original sword intention in the realm of the Immortal King can be called a swordsman wizard, which requires a unique talent among millions of people. It took Jun Bufan nearly three years to cultivate the elementary sword intention to the intermediate level.
His swordsmanship talent is absolutely not bad, otherwise he would not be able to master the Mortal-Slaying Sword Technique.
In terms of talent alone, he is definitely no worse than Yin Mochou, and with the support of Xuantian Zhengzong and Chonglou, his resources are more abundant than any genius.
Whoosh!
Without any nonsense, when the power of the sword reached its peak, Jun Bufan took a step forward and unsheathed the sword.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
In an instant, nine afterimages appeared around Ling Tian. Each afterimage had a sword, and each sword contained a biting cold light. What is even more exaggerated is that the positions of the nine figures were different.
There is a mystery, there are completely different spiritual patterns flashing in the sword light.
Everyone was shocked when they saw this. This sword was actually different from the mortal-killing sword technique used by Jun Bufan before. No, it was not different, but it split from one sword into nine swords!
These nine swords are like a sword array, making his sword technique so powerful!
There is a stream of light rotating among the nine afterimages, like a swimming dragon, faster than a thundering giant. It turns out that this is the true face of the sword technique of killing mortals!?
No matter from any angle, these killing moves are flawless. Not to mention defeating Jun Bufan with one sword, Ling Tian can guarantee that he will not be hurt by this sword, which is quite remarkable.
Xuantian Zhengzong and others were above the main hall, looking at Jun Bufan and nodding secretly.
Jun Bufan is worthy of being the descendant he secretly cultivated for more than twenty years.
His future achievements will soon surpass his.
Just when everyone was thinking about it and felt that Ling Tian could not break this move, Ling Tian on the battlefield closed his eyes in surprise when nine figures were about to kill him.
The next moment, something strange happened.
The nine afterimages in mid-air seemed to be imprisoned, and the sword light that was originally as fast as a thunderbolt became terrifyingly slow.
Rub! Rub! Rub!
Ling Tian, who was among them, walked around casually as if strolling in a garden. One step, two steps, three steps, he walked slowly, stopping from time to time and turning slightly sideways to avoid what everyone saw as extremely dangerous.
sword moves.
Ling Tian walked very slowly, but after the sword light passed close to him, it sped up strangely, so fast that he couldn't even see the afterimage clearly.
For a moment, everyone was stunned.
He couldn't tell whether it was Ling Tian's movement that was too fast or Jun Bufan's sword light that was too slow. Between the speed and slowness, the light and shadow crisscrossed and the sword intent intertwined, making people dizzy, as if the space was distorted.
In the main hall, the originally confident Xuantian Sect Leader started to tremble and said in shock, "What on earth is going on? Why is Ling Tian's formation so weird!?"
"It seems that the movement skills of the Celestial Clan are too fast, as if they are teleporting within a few inches. This is a movement method that only the Immortal Lord can possess!"
Nine thousand year old Jiang Li frowned.
I was shocked in my heart, how could this Ling Tian possess the Celestial Clan’s skills? Could it be that it was taught by Qin Mingyue!?
"Only an immortal can use his body skills!?"
Now, when the Xuantian Sect Master heard this, his face instantly darkened. If Jun Bufan's Mortal-Zhanping Sword Edge couldn't do anything to Ling Tian, wouldn't it mean that he would lose!?
boom!
At this moment, Jun Bufan, who was on the battlefield, couldn't stand it any longer. He howled wildly and wanted to use all the power of the Nine Swords. This was his last resort. If he still couldn't force Ling Tian to use his sword, he would be defeated.
undoubtedly.
Xuantian Sect Leader was extremely nervous, but Qin Mingyue shook her head, Jun Bufan had already lost.
A swordsman is decisive in killing, and is most afraid of losing his sharp edge by throwing a rat-proof weapon.
Bang!
Sure enough, the moment Ling Tian's closed eyes opened, the already advanced original sword intent burst out instantly.
Rumble!
Silver light bloomed from Ling Tian's body, his silvery white hair fluttered wildly, his ethereal and handsome face was like an immortal's, and the mark of heaven and earth between his eyebrows added a touch of the temperament of a swordsman.
Then, Ling Tian raised his hand, used his fingers as a sword, and wielded the sword. Although it was not any sword technique, every stroke of the sword seemed to carry the original truth of the sword.
Click! Click! Click!
Jun Bufan's sword intent collapsed in an instant. There was a gulf-like gap between the origins of intermediate and advanced sword intent.
What's more, one is ready to go, while the other has passed its peak.
It was like a peerless sword and a sword full of copper odor. The moment they touched, the latter's body was immediately broken into pieces.
Phew!
Jun Bufan spit out blood on the spot. He didn't even have a chance to use his Mortal Sword Technique. With the blessing of the original sword intention, the sword light swung by Ling Tian destroyed everything in the blink of an eye, shattering the opponent's body protection.
True Yuan.
Bang!
The majestic sword fell like a mountain, Jun Bufan spat out blood again, and his face turned red from the pressure.
thump!
His legs and feet went weak and he knelt down on the fighting platform.
With a click, half of the main peak collapsed, and everyone gasped, wondering how terrifying the sword force pressing down on Jun Bufan was.
Jun Bufan's eyes were dull and he looked at Ling Tian with fear.
The other party only needed one confrontation to defeat him, but he chose the easiest and least labor-intensive way.
He forced himself to act like a clown, performing on stage for so long, and then defeated himself with a cruel sword.
"I lost..."
Jun Bufan was covered in blood, and the Fengxiang Sword in his hand was screaming.
He lost, who gave it to Ling Tian who didn't even use his sword skills.
Moreover, his Mortal-Slaying Sword Technique never even hurt the opponent.
God knows how terrifying Ling Tian's swordsmanship is.
"If you lose, then die!"
Ling Tian sneered, and tapped the finger on his sleeve again.
"Ling Tian, don't be so presumptuous. In our Xuantian sect, do you dare to kill my descendants of the Chen family!?"
In the main hall, the Xuantian Sect Master shouted sharply.
"Hmph, you immortal, now I just want to break up with you. This Jun Bufan is the first one I kill. Soon, it will be your turn. Don't worry!"
When the voice fell, Ling Tian didn't even care about the Xuantian Sect Master who flew out, and suddenly clicked his finger, and Jun Bufan was killed directly.