"Two months. ”

"I can't get enough of it. ”

Su Ling looked at the shattered stars.

The complexion does not change.

Said lightly.

Grieve~

Everyone sighed.

Two months.

This immortal-level martial art has only been controlled for two months!

Immortal-level martial arts.

When a super strong person encounters an immortal-level martial art suitable for his own cultivation, he may not be able to master it in his life, but Su Ling actually said that it takes two months, two months to cultivate the immortal-level martial art to such an extent.

This.

Is it specifically to hit people?

"Count the time. ”

"Not two months. ”

"He got the martial arts in the eighth battlefield, and it took almost two months before and after. ”

Murong Tianyun said lightly.

How precious and magical the immortal-level martial arts are.

Kunlun Realm.

Ten fingers can count it.

Su Ling's immortal-level martial arts.

It must have been obtained in the Eighth Battlefield.

Some of the powerhouses who heard what Murong Tianyun said were even more shocked.

There are Murong Tianyun's words.

This further confirmed the degree of Su Ling's demonic sins.

Click!

Reminiscent of old dreams.

A troll behind the god and demon body.

Hold a huge halberd.

Rushing towards Su Ling with all his might.

In the blink of an eye.

Seeing that Su Ling was about to fall under the halberd.

Saw.

Su Ling stretched out one hand.

A longsword appears.

Sword.

Paddle towards the halberd.

Suddenly.

The space shattered, and the incomparable sword fell on the halberd.

Hiss~

Sword Mang.

Disappear.

Halberds, without the slightest hindrance.

Biluo Nine Swords.

The Ninth Sword.

Unleash it with psychic treasures.

Still unable to resist Wen Jiumeng's attack.

Time.

The invincible legend of Wen Jiumeng is even more shocking.

And.

And that's just the talent of the old dream.

If you really use the means of destruction, I don't know what kind of strong person can resist, you know, the Demon Sect has given Wen Jiumeng a lot of super treasures.

"Nine Holy Dragon Recipes. ”

Su Ling's figure quickly stepped back.

It is a hundred meters away from the battle halberd.

When backing up.

The face is still light and breezy, and even the corners of the mouth have a faint smile.

There was not the slightest panic.

This moment.

Su Ling stretched out his hands.

In the palm of his hand.

Two dragon phantoms appeared.

The phantom of the dragon appears.

Space collapses.

Within a radius of 100 miles, Longwei is unparalleled.

The roar of the dragon shook the heavens and the earth.

Dragon Phantom.

Bigger and bigger.

More and more solidified.

In the blink of an eye.

The two divine dragons hovered in the air, and then headed towards the war halberd.

Click~

Click~

Halberd, collapse.

Wen Jiumeng's attack finally stopped.

Opposite.

The two divine dragon phantoms crushed towards Wen Jiumeng.

Momentum of destruction.

Stronger.

After casting the Nine Holy Dragon Tricks, Su Ling did not stop, only to see his mind move, and the long swords of the Nine Spiritual Treasures were suspended in front of him, constantly spinning.

The coercion of psychic treasures.

Sweep through the void.

And.

It is also a psychic treasure of the nine-handle training suit.

At this moment, everything trembled.

Su Ling.

Standing in the air, nine long swords swirled around him.

It's a magical scene.

However.

Su Ling's hands did not stop.

In the blink of an eye.

A magical sword formation appeared.

A sword formation, tearing through the void.

Destroy everything.

Su Ling took the sword array of destruction and walked towards Wen Jiumeng.

Everywhere you go.

Space shattered.

"Nine Heavens Sword Formation, the first formation. ”

Su Ling said lightly.

The whole person.

Like a sword god standing up to the sky.

What's more.

The long swords of countless onlookers and powerhouses flew into the air as if they had been summoned.

Time.

Hundreds of long swords, like a rain of swords.

Overwhelmed towards the old dream.

Puff~

Under the attack of the Nine Holy Dragons.

The gods and demons of the old dream were finally shattered.

A mouthful of blood spurted out.

Pale face.

His expression was distorted.

On the first day of the 10,000-year history, the Holy Sect swept away all the heavenly arrogance in Kunlun.

And yet at this moment.

was actually injured in front of Su Ling.

"Wuji True Demon Dao. ”

"The destruction of the gods. ”

Wen Jiumeng's eyes were blood-red.

As he said lightly, mysterious and obscure mantras appeared.

Meanwhile.

The space warps up.

Saw.

Hundreds of pitch-black magic lights crushed towards Su Ling.

Sky.

There is only the sword rain of the sword array and the magic light of ten thousand ways.

Thundered~

Thundered~

The explosion of destruction continued.

The earth trembled incessantly.

The mountain peaks collapsed.

Flowers and trees turn to powder, and rivers flow backwards.

All the strong.

Exit thirty miles.

Only Su Ling and Wen Jiumeng in the air continued to walk towards each other, unscrupulous about the magic light and sword rain.