Zhao Mingluo himself is an imperial general, and he has a lot of defensive means, and the round shield in his hand is in front of Zhao Minglei, blocking Zhao Minglei's body, and then the earthy yellow color flashes out continuously.

Three layers of light shields were attached to the round shield, which looked quite solid and heavy, while Ling Xiong on the other side directly attached a powerful combat skill to the Wind Breaking Stick, blasting at the earth thorns in the air.

The earth thorn that arrived first was aimed at Zhao Minglei, and the earth thorn came into contact with the round shield, which instantly produced a piercing friction sound, but it was extremely short, and the round shield superimposed by the three layers of light shields was directly penetrated by the earth thorns.

The huge impact force knocked Zhao Minglei away, and the Lingwu round shield in his hand was forced to disappear due to the exhaustion of battle qi, and Zhao Mingluo's face was pale at this time, and the sound of breathing was already a little weak.

Zhao Minglei hurriedly used it behind him, and the huge impact from the former's body made Zhao Minglei take seven or eight steps back to stabilize his body.

The latter earthen thorn headed towards the three elders, only to see Ling Xiong jump up directly, squeezing out the last trace of battle qi in his body without hesitation, and pouring it into the Wind Breaking Stick.

The intense feeling of weakness made his brain a little dizzy, but at this moment he still had to force himself to cheer up.

The blue glowing Wind Breaker Stick collided with the earth thorns in the air, and although the forward trend of the earth thorns was blocked, the next moment, Ling Xiong spurted out a mouthful of blood.

The wind-breaking stick in his hand turned into a burst of blue light and collapsed, Lingwu was injured, and Ling Xiong's body flew out upside down.

There was a small blood hole in the arm of his right hand, but fortunately, this blow did not directly break Ling Xiong's arm.

At this time, the Ling and Zhao families had fallen into a desperate situation, Feng Qiong's master, the strength was unfathomable, and after a few shots, the power was devastating and crushing all the strong men of the two families.

Seeing Ling Xiong's tragic situation, the three elders felt heartache and helplessness in their hearts, he was originally a kind and kind old man, but in his twilight years, he had to participate in the family battle again, and he had to experience such pain.

And at this moment, on the path outside the Ling family, a strange figure was rapidly approaching, and if you looked closely, this was not a single person, but a young man riding on a small tiger, it was Ling Piaohan.

After nightfall today, Ling Piaohan had fallen asleep early, but not long after, several Ling family guards rushed to inform them that there was an emergency tonight, so that they could quickly prepare to resist the enemy's invasion.

When Ling Ping heard this, he hurriedly went to the Ling Mansion to inquire about the Great Elder and the Second Elder who stayed behind, only to learn about today's incident, and after he explained to Ling Piaohan, he brought the family to the Ling Mansion, where the guards left behind by the Ling family were closely guarded.

And he led a team of Ling family guards to wake up the other Ling family members who were sleeping.

Just now, Ling Piaohan, who was originally hiding in the Ling Mansion, slipped away from the crowd quietly, and then sneaked out of a low wall in the backyard.

The main reason for this move was that the little tiger in his arms said a few words that shocked him, and the little tiger told him: "There is an extremely strong magic power fluctuation in the direction of the Zhao family, according to his estimates, it is at least the level of a ninth-level wizard."

As soon as the little tiger said this, Ling Piaohan was stunned for a moment, he knew very well that his family did not have such a strong person, after a short inquiry, the little tiger told Ling Piaohan that he could help.

But if you want to go as soon as possible, if you are a little later, you may not be able to keep the powerhouses of the Ling Zhao family, so Ling Piaohan didn't explain the reason to anyone, and secretly climbed out from the back wall.

When Ling Piaohan ran all the way to the periphery of the Ling family, the little tiger crawled out of his arms, his whole body flashed with purple light, returned to its normal size, and said to Ling Piaohan: "Sit up, it's too late, that person has already begun to attack."

This person and tiger ran all the way, and finally came to the territory of the Zhao family, Ling Piaohan and the little tiger did not know that the battle situation above the market at this time had reached such a tragic stage.

The little tiger made a sharp leap, and even if he rushed to the Zhao family's market, one person and one tiger saw the guards of the three families fighting from a distance.

And in the center of the battlefield, Zhao Ce of the Zhao family had become a bloody man and fainted, Zhao Minglei supported the pale Zhao Mingluo, his eyes were unusually angry, but with a trace of helplessness.

And Ling Duan on the Ling family's side was holding Lingwu in his hand at this time, standing very reluctantly, it could be seen that he was already in a state of overdraft.

His eyes swept to the last place, it was Ling Xiong, the head of the Ling family, there was a dazzling blood hole on one side of his arm, and the blood on the corner of his mouth kept remaining.

Behind him were the three elders, supporting their bodies with their own Burning Scepters with one hand, and barely supporting Ling Xiong, who had a faint breath with the other.

"Fortunately, it's time to catch up, although everyone is seriously injured, but no one has died, Ling Piaohan, you go to the shop on the right and hide, I'll clean up the mess" The little tiger said to Ling Piaohan.

Ling Piaohan hurriedly jumped down from the little tiger and asked, "Can you do it yourself?"

"I can't do it, you can do it, don't talk nonsense, hide well, a mid-ninth level wizard, I can't clean him up yet?" The little tiger's voice came out quite confidently, and at the same time, his body had already exploded.

Then I saw the little tiger leap violently, and the purple light on his body burst out, and a purple light mask wrapped his body tightly, and he couldn't see where the inside of the light mask was sacred.

The little tiger's breath immediately attracted the attention of everyone present, and it was the white-haired old man who turned back first, and the energy fluctuations from the purple light in the air startled him.

The old man had always thought that the most entrenched in this broken town was some low-level stinky fish and rotten shrimp, and no one would be able to threaten him, but the appearance of the little tiger made him a little panicked for a while.

The energy fluctuations emitted by the little tiger are indeed extremely powerful, but this is not what worries the old man the most, his own cultivation is also quite high, and the big scene is really a lot.

But the aura of the little tiger is one of the very few existences that makes him unable to estimate the level of the other party, and generally speaking, this situation often corresponds to two extremes.

Either the opponent's strength is too weak, so weak that he can't detect the opponent's battle qi or magic power fluctuations, and in the second case, the opponent is too strong, and with his own cultivation, he is not qualified to probe the details of the opponent.

If you want to say that this uninvited guest in the air is too weak in cultivation, I'm afraid that no one present will believe it, then there is only one answer left, that is, the little tiger's cultivation is too strong.

The white-haired old man glanced at the light cluster in the air, and suddenly found another thing wrong, the other party, it seemed that he could keep flying in the air, and there was no tendency to fall at all.

Realizing this, the old man's hairs stood on end, a feeling he hadn't experienced for many years.

For human cultivators, martial arts cultivation is divided into two types: battle cultivation and imperial cultivation, and the most basic level of combat cultivation is warrior, followed by war generals, war spirits, war honors, battle lords, general realm war honors, pseudo-god ranks, and legendary war gods.

And the imperial cultivation corresponds to the imperial warrior, the imperial general, the imperial spirit, the imperial honor, the universal imperial honor, the pseudo-god level, and the unattainable imperial god.

The ranks of Fa cultivators include Warlock, Sorcerer, Magister, Demon Venerable, Demon Venerable, and Demon God.

In this long distance of cultivation, those who can do it simply in the sky must at least reach the level of the Venerable, such as the Battle Venerable, the Imperial Venerable or the Demon Venerable, the Venerable, what a terrifying existence.

Not to mention Gonan City, even in the Pujiang country where Ling Piaohan is located, it is definitely an extremely rare existence, this kind of strong person is either a strong man who has been famous for a long time, or a hegemon, and his gestures are quite weighty.

And now, the mysterious figure shrouded in this purple light shroud in the air may actually be a Venerable, and the white-haired old man who was startled for a moment opened his mouth wide.

"That's not right!" After a brief shock, the old man immediately regained a trace of his senses, how could there be a venerable entrenched in such a broken place as Changhong Town, and secondly, if the other party was really a venerable level, it must be a prominent party or a strong one.

And the other party released his combat skills at this time to hide his true face, obviously afraid of trouble, everyone present should be like ants for a strong man of this level, even if he was born in the Mingling Pagoda, it is impossible for him to take care of it like this.