"Ling Tian, this is what you brought on yourself!"

With the crazy influx of spiritual power, the spiritual power fluctuations emitted from the ink-colored long sword became more and more intense, and under the light of spiritual power, there was a faint black light hidden in it, and Ling Tian also saw this

Just from the sword momentum it emanated, it was known that this sword was by no means an ordinary sword, with Cao Yuan's cultivation that had just entered the Gathering Spirit Realm, how could it be possible to exert such a strong sword power, not to mention that trace of black light revealed an incomparably demonic aura

Although Ling Tian said that his knowledge was limited, he was very smart, and he could see the key at a glance, it must be that there was something wrong with that sword, if not, then how could Cao Yuan be so confident after knowing that it was not his opponent

At the moment, he didn't dare to underestimate it, he opened the posture of his fist again, and the spiritual power of his whole body was condensed without reservation, even if he tried his best, Ling Tian still had a faint uneasiness in his heart

The palms exuded a strong purple spiritual power, and when he rubbed the air, he even forcibly absorbed a trace of invisible spiritual power, and when he felt the wind around him, Ling Tian at this moment was unprecedentedly serious

Every movement went with the wind, driving the wind to merge into his next blow, this would be Ling Tian's strongest blow so far, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that it was even the most perfect state of the Inch Fist, the power of the second-grade martial arts was exerted by Ling Tian at this moment

The white clothes fluttered in the wind, and after fighting for a long time, they were still not stained with dust, and if it were not for the cracks on them, it would not have been obvious that they had experienced a fierce battle

Cao Yuan's hand holding the sword trembled faintly, but it was very difficult to lift the sword, so he could only hold the sword with both hands, and it was very difficult to slowly lift the sword up with both hands holding the hilt at the same time

As the sword was raised, the air seemed to be cut open, and there was no longer any spiritual power between heaven and earth around the sword body, as if it had been driven away by the sword qi

Every time the sword body was raised, Cao Yuan's already weak face became more and more pale, and his unwilling and angry eyes stared at the sword in his hand

The sword is eight feet long, the whole body is shining silver, there is a strange black dot carved into it at the blade, the hilt is ink-colored, and there is a dragon-shaped pattern of teeth and claws engraved on the sword grid and grip, and the sword pier is inlaid with a red orb the size of a bean, which is exuding a strange aura at the moment

This sword is called the Demon Dragon, it is a very strong spiritual weapon, it is his master once obtained in a ruins, it is said that there was once a powerful person with this sword to kill a dragon, and the dragon soul was sealed in it, it is rumored that this sword suddenly changed the color of the heavens and the earth, even the sky can be cut in half, the power is terrifying, even his master can not grasp it, and it can only be regarded as a life-saving thing in Cao Yuan's hands

The so-called spiritual weapons, unlike ordinary weapons, cannot carry spiritual power, cannot play any role in the monk's battle, and will even jump out in the collision of spiritual power

The spiritual weapon is forged by the master with special methods and special materials, which can carry the existence of spiritual power, after a monk has a spiritual weapon, the combat power is enough to increase exponentially, even in the face of monks of the same level, it can also open the gap between the two sides, it can be said that for monks, a good spiritual weapon is extremely important

The level of the artifact master and the spirit weapon is also divided into one to nine grades, and the legend says that the nine-grade spirit weapon is enough to open the world with a single sword, but there is no such artifact on the entire road, and this demon dragon is comparable to the seven-grade spirit weapon at its peak, even the super powerhouses of the Sanyang Realm will also be crazy about it

However, of course, this demon dragon did not possess the power of a seventh-grade spiritual weapon, so the sword had injured its origin in a battle, and it had become a first-grade spiritual weapon, otherwise even a single sword momentum would be enough to wipe out Ling Tian from the world in an instant

Of course, if this sword still has the power of a seven-grade spirit weapon, it will not fall into the hands of his master and him, I am afraid that the powerhouses of the entire continent will regard them as a thorn in their side

Even if this sword was not powerful, it could still pose a threat to Ling Tian, when the sword body was lifted to half a human height, Cao Yuan had no strength at all, and he also knew in his heart that with his ability, it was already very reluctant to do this, and then the corners of his mouth rose slightly

"Die, Ling Tian!"

Seeing that Ling Tian was delusional about using his body to confront himself who held the demon dragon, his eyes were full of sarcasm, if Ling Tian could fight against the demon dragon, then how could it become his life-saving thing, in his opinion, Ling Tian was already a dead man, with a roar, the long sword in his hand was slashed down

"...... Uproar"

A sound of breaking the air suddenly came into Ling Tian's ears, only to see a sword qi that was only half a meter long slashed out from the long sword, the heaven and earth aura around the two of them suddenly became more and more violent, a huge gust of wind blew the clothes of the two people, and as the sword qi slashed out, the dazzling light on the long sword also dimmed, and the half-meter-long sword qi continued to cut through the air, slashing towards Ling Tian at an extremely fast speed

Ling Tian's eyes became more and more solemn, and the movements in his hands used the most coherent technique to drive the wind towards that sword qi

The seemingly weak fist had a faint purple glow, if someone saw it, they would definitely think that Ling Tian was crazy, this was not the same as asking for a dead end

Rumble......

The sword qi finally slashed into Ling Tian's fist, and suddenly the surrounding dust was flying, and the deafening sound made Cao Yuan stunned, if it was a normal sword qi cutting through the person's voice, it would definitely not be such an explosion

Don't......

The dust gradually dissipated, and a figure appeared in Cao Yuan's field of vision, still wearing a white shirt, with an indifferent face, who was it not Ling Tian

However, the indifferent face was pale and terrible, and there were traces of sharp weapons in many parts of the clothes, and there were even some blood stains staining the white shirt, and the most serious thing was the right hand that was fighting against the sword qi, and there was a wound ten centimeters long on the back of the hand and on it, although the wound was not deep, but there was still blood dripping down the arm to the ground

Ling Tian, who was spotless before, was now covered in wounds and bloodstains.

At that moment just now, Ling Tian's heart was extremely shocked, the strength of the sword qi was beyond his expectations, even if he shot with all his strength, he was embarrassed under the sword qi, this time it was thanks to Cao Yuan who couldn't master the sword, the power of the sword qi was too scattered, if Cao Yuan could master this sword, I was afraid that he would really have to explain it here

At this moment, Ling Tian and Cao Yuan were also extremely weak, without a trace of spiritual power in their bodies, and even their physical bodies had no strength at all

"Cao Yuan, how about we settle for a tie in this battle, you and I will have no grudges from now on!" Although Ling Tian was weak, if he insisted on killing Cao Yuan, he could still do it, but after all, the purple spiritual power in his body was an extremely powerful star power, and the recovery speed was not comparable to Cao Yuan

But after all, Ling Tian was a child in his teens, and he still couldn't do it if he killed Cao Yuan, who had no hatred for him

As a cultivator, you are always competing with the heavens for luck, after stepping into this cruel world, the first thing you have to learn is to kill, when facing the enemy, if you don't kill the other party, you will definitely give the other party a chance to kill you

The enemies here are not only those who have a deep blood feud, as long as they draw a sword against you and have the idea of killing you, they are all enemies

How could Ling Tian, who was smart about this truth, not understand this, but he had never really killed anyone, so he really couldn't kill Cao Yuan like this, maybe only after suffering a loss would Ling Tian's heart change

"No more grievances, no more grievances......"

"Haha, good one no more grievances, hahahaha......"

Cao Yuan raised his head and laughed, as if he was crazy, as if he was laughing at Ling Tian's innocence, as if laughing at Ling Tian's stupidity, and as if he was laughing at the gap between the two, and the unwillingness on his face fully expressed his inner thoughts

The killing intent in his heart did not decrease because of Ling Tian's mercy, but became more and more intense, when did he have it, he Cao Yuan also needed others to show mercy

He used to be a genius in the entire Maple Leaf Town, even if he went to the Blood Slaughter Gang, he was also one of the geniuses, and his master loved him in every way, otherwise how could he hand over such a powerful demon dragon to him for self-defense

Ling Tian also stopped looking at Cao Yuan, turned around and walked towards Linglong, in his opinion, at this moment, Cao Yuan had no ability to attack at all, so he was not afraid, but he forgot that although Cao Yuan had no spiritual power, he still had the Demon Dragon Sword in his hand

Cao Yuan looked at Ling Tian's back, a kind of resentful look spontaneously appeared, why could Ling Tian be stronger than himself as a waste, this kind of person should die early

Swish......

The demon dragon carried Cao Yuan's last trace of strength and flew towards Ling Tian, although the strength was limited and the speed was not fast, but the demon dragon was a real spirit weapon after all, and there was no doubt about its sharpness

When Ling Tian turned back to Linglong, Linglong's tightly closed eyes suddenly opened, and the originally black pupils also turned pale gold, and a trace of confusion flashed in his expression, and then he returned to his previous innocent look

At the same time, Cao Yuan didn't care about Ling Tian's life and death, the moment Linglong opened his eyes, Cao Yuan had to run, now he, even if he was a person who didn't cultivate, he could kill himself casually, turned around and staggered away from here, and didn't even dare to turn his head back, for fear that Linglong would chase after him

"Brother Ling Tian be careful!!

Linglong, who had just woken up, shouted, and hurriedly rushed towards Ling Tian, the golden spiritual power surrounding Linglong's feet, causing her speed to skyrocket

Hearing Linglong's shout, Ling Tian subconsciously looked back, and suddenly his eyes were empty, only to see the long sword in Cao Yuan's hand flashing sharp sword light towards him, the flight speed was not fast, if it was Ling Tian in a normal state, this sword could not hit at all, but Ling Tian was so weak, how could he avoid this sword

It wasn't that he hadn't thought about dodging, but the demon dragon's own power locked onto Ling Tian, making him unable to move

At this time, he really regretted it in his heart, if he hadn't underestimated the other party too much, if it weren't for his soft-hearted mercy, how could there be such a fatal crisis now