"Zhou Tian Sword Body!!

Beiwu Han and the others looked solemn.

If they read it right, the Spirit Void Secret Wheel that erupted from Jiang Tianluo's body was full of sixteen!

Eight solid, eight illusory.

"The Twin Soul Void Secret Wheel, a very different physique that would have only been born in the Golden Nightmare Clan, actually appeared in a Black Nightmare Clansman! In terms of Spiritual Void Qi Reserve alone, he has already surpassed the level of the Five Tribulation God Grandmaster!"

Hu Tianben trembled slightly, "This kind of physique, it is extremely difficult to be promoted, the ordinary First Tribulation Grandmaster only needs to open two, he needs to open four, the upper limit of the ordinary Fifth Tribulation Grandmaster is only ten, but he has twenty, the same realm, almost crushed!"

Tianxiao Sword Mountain is 60,000 miles long, and if you want to cross it with one sword, you must need a huge amount of spiritual void qi, which shows that Jiang Tianluo's strength is real.

"Heaven Heaven Returns! Ten Thousand Frost Sword Sect!"

Jiang Tianluo slowly muttered in his mouth, and pointed into a sword, and the endless vitality was frantically condensed on his fingers.

The wandering snowflakes instantly stood still, with him as the center, within a radius of a hundred zhang, all the snowflakes formed a frost sword of cold light hunting!

When the words fell, I saw the sword light of his fingers erupt like a volcano, as if piercing the sky, and a regrettable sword light of the Heaven and Earth fell from the sky.

But at the same time, countless frost swords trembled in mid-air!

Whew!

In the next moment, while these frost swords trembled, they were directly like streamers, and with the sword light, they began to form a huge frost sword in mid-air!

Everyone looked at it in horror, as if all the sword intent in heaven and earth was condensed at this point.

The sword light was directed, but it was like a merger, fusing into the center of the frost sword!

Suddenly, just as a human being has a soul, and a machine is given life! The majestic frost sword like a mountain emits a more majestic sword intent that pierces through the starry sky and the earth!

There is no doubt that if this sword comes down, I am afraid that even the entire Heavenly Frost City will be destroyed!

Countless people have been stunned and amazed, as if they were stupid.

Only Ling Yuan was alone, standing proudly in the air, and said lightly:

"It's not bad, you, a junior of the sword path, have a little bit of the meaning of the Tianxiao Sword Saint back then, and you temporarily comprehended it, right?"

After saying that, Ling Yuan's hand rose up with his sleeve, and his eyes were a little solemn in his indifference.

Wow!

The long-sleeved mountains and rivers, as if hiding the vast space like Sumeru mustard seeds, gave birth to a majestic suction force out of thin air, and I saw that Jiang Tianluo's huge frost sword that covered the sky with his fingers was all absorbed into Ling Yuan's sleeve!

From big to small, from long to short... Slowly disappearing... Eventually, even that light slowly faded away.

Suddenly, heaven and earth stood still!

Countless people looked at this scene in unison, rubbing their eyes in unison, as if doubting the authenticity of what they were seeing.

It's just, it's gone?

It was Jiang Tianluo in mid-air, stunned, like a ghost, looking at it in disbelief, such a man who jumped out of nowhere, just took the two swords he was proud of?

Or two swords in one!

Poof!

Jiang Tianluo spurted out a mouthful of blood violently, and slowly fell to the ground from the sky, staring at the mysterious man in front of him with all the horror in his eyes.

Strong, very strong!

Jiang Tianluo even suspected that this person was very likely to be inferior to his master!

"I didn't expect that there is a strong person of your level in Nanling, I have never heard of it!

Jiang Tianluo took a deep breath and suppressed the disordered spiritual void qi in his body.

Which sword, together with his heart, he has reached the point of using his heart to resist the sword, and at this time, the frost sword will not even have any sense, and he will suffer internal injuries.

Everyone was stunned, completely speechless, no matter which step the clan was, there was silence.

And Ling Shui Mu, who was behind Ling Yuan, his face was pale and pale!

How could he be so strong? Lingshui Mu was in turmoil, the other party was terrifyingly strong, and even Jiang Tianluo was not an opponent... Purple Night is still in Frost City!

"Who are you?"

Jiang Tianluo said in a deep voice.

"Ling Yuan. ”

The man slowly spit out two words, and then ignored him anymore, but turned his eyes to look at the rest of the people on the first ladder and said lightly: "Where is the palace master of the Frost Martial Arts Palace?"

Hearing this, several people were stunned.

At this time, a rickety figure slowly climbed up, but it was the palace master of the Frost Martial Arts Palace who was in the second echelon, Nan Xianlei.

I saw him bent over at 90 degrees, and he didn't dare to raise his head, and said in a low voice: "Before, what are the seniors looking for me?"

"What's the matter with you?"

Ling Yuan's face was slightly cold, "Let me ask you, the prize of the frost on martial arts that day was arranged by you?"

"It's... Be. ”

Syllable!

The next moment, Ling Yuan slapped it directly and said coldly: "The prize for the first place is the sword that the Lingyue Ancient Sage held at the beginning, as well as a fragment. That sword is enough, but that fragment is a forbidden item in the Frost Martial Arts Palace, who allowed you to use it as a prize?

Nan Zhulei fell down the steps, and hurriedly crawled over, feeling a little dazed and frightened.

No matter who the other party is, it is definitely impossible for him to deal with, and besides, listen to the meaning of the other party's words.

It seems that he still knows his ancestor-level figure, Nan Shuangwu.

The ancient holy capital of Lingyue knows...

This Nima Ke is a true ancestor-level figure.

Nan Zhulei had no choice but to reply: "The ancestor of Nanshuangwu has never confessed... That's all seven or eight thousand years old... Probably, it was forgotten halfway through, I really don't know... Moreover, that fragment is just an accessory, and it has been in the school palace all the time, so it is of little use... So..."

Hearing this, Ling Yuan was silent for a long time.

"Dare to ask... Senior, but who?"

Beiwu walked over tremblingly, and said in a low voice: "Since the predecessors have defeated Jiang Tianluo and deserve the title of the first person in Nanling, this Nanling grand event, to pay tribute to the sages, should be led by the seniors..."

The first person in Nanling!

Everyone trembled even more when they heard this.

However, Ling Yuan said coldly, "Worship the sages, do you worship myself?"

After speaking, Ling Yuan pointed to the center, one of the three sculptures, and said indifferently:

"Even the Yuan Ling Ancient Sage, the sage appointed by the Black Nightmare God at the beginning, didn't know it, that fragment was given to me by the Lingyue Ancient Sage at the beginning, and I placed it in the Frost Martial Arts Palace, and my master didn't agree, and gave him away as a prize, you, a junior disciple, are very bold?"

As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar! Nan Zhulei was even more frightened as if he was dead!

Countless people were so frightened that their thoughts almost paused, and they looked at the sculpture in the center, trembling and almost inhuman!

"Now, I want to know, which Purple Night is where?"

Ling Yuan's voice was as cold as snow, "Let him hand over the fragments, and I may be able to surround him!"

There was a dead silence all around.

And at this time, a figure walked up from below without hurrying or slow, and a faint voice sounded:

"When did the fragments of the Divine Monument become yours?"

(End of chapter)