"How did you do that?"

Zhang Ling's eyes widened in disbelief, his mouth couldn't close as if his jaw was dislocated, and he spoke slurred words.

This improved soul sealing array has already begun to prepare when Zhang Ling tied Wang Yanran back, to activate the soul sealing array, not only need seventeen inner disciples to do their best to mobilize mana, but also need the unique magic weapon of the Heavenly Master Dao, after Zhang Ling's improvement, this soul sealing array has become more terrifying, as long as the target in the formation is not turned into ashes, that torrent of thunder and lightning will not disappear.

Last time, the disciples of the Heavenly Master Dao used this soul sealing array to completely eradicate seven or eight cultivators of the Bao Dan level.

And now, in the face of Wang Tu alone, the formation he carefully prepared was not only broken by him with one sword, but also condensed the mana energy of the seventeen inner disciples and exploded, and it did not hurt Wang Tu in the slightest.

The smoke gradually cleared, and Wang Tu stood in front of him, his green eyes staring coldly at him.

Looking at the royal disciple who was holding the sword in one hand and standing still, Zhang Ling could no longer restrain the fear coming from his heart, his legs trembled, he couldn't stop retreating, and shouted loudly with his mouth open.

"It can't be!"

All of Zhang Ling's plans turned into floating clouds in the face of the absolute strength of the king's disciples. What was even more unacceptable to Zhang Ling was that Wang Tu only used the red crystal long sword in his hand from beginning to end.

One sword to destroy the thunder dragon, one sword to cut the thunder pool, and one sword to break the thunder array.

The white-clothed sword immortal, when it is!

He didn't use any more magic weapons, nor did he use any spells, and even Zhang Ling kept saying that the yin and evil qi possessed by the king disciple didn't use half a point.

In the face of Zhang Ling's exhaustion and scheming to use all kinds of thunder mysteries, Wang Tu did not use all his strength at all, even if most of his physical strength was consumed, it was more than enough to deal with Zhang Ling.

This completely exceeded Zhang Ling's expectations.

The gap between himself and the king's disciple is much bigger than imagined.

"Bastard! bastard!" Zhang Ling cursed indignantly, he pointed at Wang Tu, the facial features on his face twisted together, ugly.

"Why can't I? In order to reach the Divine Realm, I have been studying the Thunder Method endlessly day and night, just to let the Heavenly Master Dao reappear from the mountain gate and shock the world!"

"No matter what, I must kill you, and then go to participate in the martial arts national war and peep into the immortal gate!"

At this time, those elite inner disciples were affected by the huge energy generated by the explosion just now, and they all collapsed in disgrace in the cabinet—it should be said that it was the building that was once called the cabinet.

With Wang Tu as the center of the circle, within a radius of more than ten meters, there is still a trace of the appearance of a cabinet, the floor, the beams, the roof, and the door, all of which have turned into black scorched earth, and from time to time there is black smoke.

"That's all?" Wang Tu asked, his voice cold and unwarm.

"Huh?" Hearing Wang Tu's cold voice, Zhang Ling couldn't help but be stunned.

"Just because there is only one place in the martial arts national war, you will tie up my sister?"

"Ridiculous!"

Wang Tu's eyebrows were furious, and he twitched the red crystal long sword, and the blade of the sword screamed through the air, aiming directly at Zhang Ling's throat.

"Keep people under the sword!"

A somewhat familiar voice rang out.

The moment it touched Zhang Ling's throat, the red crystal long sword stopped its forward momentum, and the tip of the sword slightly cut through the skin outside Zhang Ling's throat, and a hot blood slowly flowed down the scratched place.

"Ahh

Realizing the fact that he was almost the first to break up, Zhang Ling let out a whimpering sound from his mouth.

The king maintained the movement of the sword, and glanced coldly towards the source of the sound.

I saw a young man stepping quickly, as if thunder and lightning were gathering under his feet, and a large number of electric chips were emitted with each step, and a Heavenly Master Dao token was hanging from his waist.

The person who came was the senior brother of the Heavenly Master Dao, and one of the participants in the Huaguo Martial Arts National War, Zhang Fan.

"The white-clothed sword immortal, leave people under the sword. Zhang Fan landed on the ground, watched the red crystal long sword cut a bright red scar on Zhang Ling's throat, and spoke again.

"I don't know why my junior brother offended the Sword Immortal, causing the Sword Immortal to take my junior brother's life?"

Although the appearance was different from his impression, the world-famous red crystal long sword was too impressive, except for the white-clothed sword immortal, it was impossible to have a second similar figure.

Hearing Zhang Fan's request again, Wang Tu snorted coldly and did not withdraw the long sword in his hand.

"Keep people, your junior brother swords against my defenseless relatives, destroy the talisman I arranged on her, and set up a magic circle to kill me. I would like to ask, what kind of goods are the disciples of your Heavenly Master Taoism!"

With that, the red crystal long sword moved forward an inch, and large beads of blood continued to flow out along the tip of the sword where it pierced into his throat, and Wang Tu's emerald green eyes were full of terrifying killing intent.

Hearing Wang Tu say this, Zhang Fan couldn't help frowning.

During this period of time, in order to prepare for the martial arts national war, he has been practicing in retreat in the deepest part of the Heavenly Master Dao, and he has never cared about the big and small affairs in the Heavenly Master Dao.

Just now, he broke through the peak of Bao Dan with a condensed and unmixed thunder method, and successfully got out of the customs, but he didn't expect to see that the entire inner gate of the Heavenly Master Dao was almost scorched as soon as he got out of the pass, and his junior brother was about to be killed by the sword immortal, so he had to use his soul to speak.

"Really?"

Zhang Fan turned his head, looked at Zhang Ling, who was sweating profusely, and said coldly.

"No, Senior Brother, it was he who cultivated the Yin Law and destroyed my Heavenly Master's Taoist Temple, so I gathered the cabinet disciples to set up a formation to deal with him!"

"Bastard!"

Syllable!

Zhang Fan shouted, raised his right hand, and slapped Zhang Ling several meters away.

Zhang Ling rolled on the ground a few times, then stood up, struggling to cover the bruised left side of his face, with an expression of disbelief.

"Senior brother, why did you beat me? He is the one you should beat!

Hearing Zhang Ling say this, Zhang Fan just kept sighing in his heart.

'Zhang Ling, Zhang Ling, you said that it is not good for you to provoke anyone, but you provoke such a killing god, he is a general of the military region, the Gang Qi Divine Realm, the first person in East Asia who is one person against the 10,000 divisions, even if he is burdened with Yin Qi, he may not be a member of the Yin Ghost Sect!"

Not to mention Zhang Ling, even Zhang Fan, who had just broken through and stood in front of Wang Tu, felt far from being invincible.

"Kneel down, apologize to the Sword Immortal and admit your mistakes!"

No matter what, Zhang Ling is also his junior brother for many years, and he is the second senior brother of Heavenly Master Dao, Zhang Fan can't watch him being killed by Wang Tu in vain, so he can only find a way to save his life as much as possible.

"Why do I have to admit my mistake, senior brother, why do you help an outsider and not help me?" Zhang Ling said with an unconvinced look on his face.

Hearing Zhang Ling say this, Zhang Fan really slapped his heart to death.

What kind of outsider? That's the captain of the Huaguo team in the next Huaguo martial arts national war!

Zhang Ling stood up from the ground in pain, turned his head to look at Wang Tu, wiped off the nosebleed with the back of his hand, held the measure in his hand, as if hiding a few secrets, and said coldly: "You do have some ability to deal with the formation, but if you fight alone, you may not be my Zhang Ling's opponent!"

"If you win, I'll tell you where your sister is, and if you lose, you will give me the qualification to participate in the martial arts national war, how about it?"

Zhang Ling smiled miserably and talked to Wang Tu about the conditions.

Before Wang Tu could respond, Zhang Ling took advantage of this opportunity to dodge from under Wang Tu's sword, retreated back hundreds of meters, stepped on the void, and barely stabilized his figure.

"Huh!"

Zhang Ling just let out a sneer, and the true strength spells all over his body surged, and his shirt suddenly exploded, and his naked chest, arms, and back were full of thunder runes carved with magic weapons, shooting out a domineering thunderous aura.

Zhang Fan's eyes widened in surprise when he saw this scene.

Zhang Ling continued to inject internal force into the runes on his body, and his limbs, head, and torso, one after another terrifying blue-purple thunderbolts swarmed around his body.

Rumble.

Thunder and lightning burst from him, enveloping him in it, and the grass on his feet turned to scorched earth.

Even the Wang disciple felt the domineering mana torrent on Zhang Ling's body, and looked at Zhang Ling, who was surrounded by thunder and lightning, and frowned slightly.

"Are you afraid, white-clothed sword immortal?" Zhang Ling looked at Wang Tu and said with a smile, blue and white lightning flashed from between his teeth, and his voice was like thunder.

Wang Tubi stared intently, and said indifferently: "Afraid, you are not worthy!"

Even though he held the red crystal long sword, his eyes burst into an inch, and a fire boiled in the hands of the king, and everyone held their breath and condensed, only to hear a burst of cry from the king's mouth, shattering the sky.

"Here comes the sword!"

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