The Thunder Shadow Sword flew back and was held in Ling Chen's hand, and there was still a huge force in it, almost letting Ling Chen get out of his hand.

His pupils shrank, and Ling Chen's gaze fell on the darkness in front of him, where a figure reached out and grabbed the iron rod, and then landed in front of Chu Tiange.

The man was armed with an iron rod, and his momentum was amazing, standing up to the sky and the earth, and he was proud of all directions.

It is Sikong Yi's third disciple, Aotian.

This person's cultivation has reached the peak of the Great Grandmaster's Sevenfold Realm, and he is not at the same level as Yan Xiang.

"Great, Senior Brother Aotian, you're just in time."

When Chu Tiange met the savior, he was also overjoyed, Aotian was stronger than Yan Xiang's strength, even if he couldn't kill Ling Chen, he would definitely be able to block the other party.

This Aotian held a thick iron rod in his hand, opposite Ling Chen, his eyes flashed, and a grinning smile appeared on his face: "You killed Yan Xiang?" And many other young masters? Got their points, your points are now in first place, far ahead of everyone else, as long as I kill you, I will be at the top of the standings. ”

"You are Sikong Yi's third personal disciple, Aotian." Ling Chen put his hands behind his back and didn't make any movements, just said lightly: "Before you, Yan Xiang also said that he wanted to take away my points, but as a result, he gave me a lot of points. Do you want to follow in the footsteps of Yan Xiang? ”

"Arrogance!"

Aotian's eyes widened, "Don't compare that waste of Yan Xiang to me, die in your hands, he died in shame, there is no honor to speak of, and no one will pity his death." ”

"The sect leader has issued a secret order, calling on all our disciples to kill you, this great merit, let me take it first!"

Suddenly, on Aotian's body, his true qi shook, and a burst of thunder sounded everywhere, which was his true qi rioting. The long iron rod suddenly burst out of the air and went straight to Ling Chen's throat. The iron rod was like a dragon, rushing forward, at first the stick shadow was ten zhang huge, but after getting close to Ling Chen, it became smaller and smaller, and finally became an ordinary size, and all the power was condensed.

This is the way to turn the big into the small, and to fight the big with the small.

Ling Chen's eyes were like torches, and the Thunder Shadow Sword in his hand struck out, and the tip of the sword collided with the iron rod containing great power.

Card rub!

A crack suddenly appeared on the iron rod, and it was torn out by the sword and flew back into Aotian's hand.

"Bastard, you dare to destroy my blade!"

Aotian saw the crack in the stick, and immediately became furious, and his hair exploded, like a hedgehog hair.

"Heaven punishes a stick!"

Holding the iron rod in both hands, his body was like an ape, he jumped high, flew into the air, and smashed down with a stick.

The shadow of the stick, as if across the heavens and the earth, appeared out of thin air from the depths of the void and smashed into Ling Chen's head.

Facing Aotian's crazy smashing, Ling Chen's face was not panicked, and the side of the Thunder Shadow Sword in his hand suddenly slashed out.

"Fish and dragons!"

The shadow of the sword in the air in front of him changed in a thousand ways, turning into a dragon, a tiger, a rhino, a leopard, a horse, and a fish...... Everything, all-encompassing, and unchanging.

In the end, the sword shadow transformed into an ancient giant elephant, with rough skin and thick flesh, and appeared in front of Ling Chen, and the arrogant iron rod smashed on the ancient giant elephant's body, as if it had smashed on an iron wall, leaving only a trace of ripples, and not even the skin was scratched.

"Go!"

With a wave of the long sword in Ling Chen's hand, the ancient giant elephant also ran away, galloped out, and directly crashed into Aotian's body with lightning speed, knocking the latter out in one fell swoop.

Poof!

Suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood, Aotian's whole person was blasted out, the body protection true qi shield exploded, and the breath withered in an instant.

"Senior Brother Aotian!"

Chu Tiange roared loudly, he couldn't believe that Aotian, who had the cultivation of the Great Grandmaster of the Sevenfold Realm, was defeated like this, and was directly blasted away by Ling Chen, and he was not an opponent at all.

Ling Chen ignored it, stepped out, and the Thunder Shadow Sword in his hand slashed towards Aotian, wanting to kill him.

"Stop!"

From the other direction, a fierce shout suddenly sounded, and a figure swept over, and it was a very strong aura.

This figure, imposing and unruly, is two meters tall, as if it can hold up a piece of heaven and earth by raising its arms.

The second disciple under the Sikong Wing, Gu Qingcang!

This person's cultivation seems to have reached the level of the Great Grandmaster's Eightfold Realm!

didn't stop because of Gu Qingcang's loud shout, Ling Chen's Thunder Shadow Sword continued to slash, and it was about to cut Aotian into two pieces.

At the last moment, Aotian suddenly took out a small round shield and blocked it in front of him.

Clang!

A deafening explosion sounded, and the small round shield of the arrogant sky was directly slashed into a dent, but surprisingly did not shatter, after all, it blocked Ling Chen's sword.

But even so, the sword power that penetrated the past directly made De Aotian dizzy, spitting blood from his mouth, a large piece of his chest directly dented, and several bones were shattered.

"Brute! You're looking for death! ”

Gu Qingcang's eyes were about to pop out, in the Holy Witch Sect, no one had ever dared to ignore him so much, and he actually dared to face the killer of the proud world in front of him, Ling Chen undoubtedly committed his great taboo and committed a capital crime.

"Boxer Skies!"

Under the rage, Gu Qingcang instantly came behind Ling Chen, raised his fist, majestic, as if it could shake the sky's majestic fist strength, condensed at the place of his fist, in front of that fist, the air was twisted and deformed, unable to support this pressure, bursting, exploding.

Ling Chen immediately turned around, and the Ancient Saint King's battle technique was urged, and the aura on his body suddenly soared to the Great Grandmaster Quadruple Realm, and above his head, a golden dragon phantom was condensing, exuding endless dragon might.

The dragon is in the sky!

The golden dragon swept down, swept fiercely on the sky-splitting giant fist, and exploded the giant fist, but the golden dragon phantom was also smashed into pieces by the remaining fist strength, turning into countless fragments.

"Demon Emperor's Prison!"

After the offensive exploded, Gu Qingcang attacked again, and the true qi on his palm spread out, condensing into a formation.

This formation is based on a demon path ancient map, the formation eye, open in all directions, enveloping the ground, smashing a large area of the devil's will to all smash, overwhelmingly oppressing, and Gu Qingcang, standing in the center of the demon path ancient map formation, dominating the world, standing up to the sky, all kinds of fist moves bombarded out one after another.

Gu Qingcang is even more elusive in the ancient diagram formation of the Demon Dao, an iron rod pointing east and west, flickering left and right, swaying, and the punching method is better than one move, that is the dragon swinging its tail, the dragon coming out of the water, the tiger going down the mountain, the universe is reversed, and the sun and the moon are discolored.