The power of the sword drawing technique at the fourth stage was already terrifying, and this was the first time that Ling Tian had used the sword drawing technique to fight against someone since breaking through.

The process of drawing the sword technique to build momentum was very long, and this process gradually made Zhang Lingfeng's eyes deep, how could it be, how could he feel the danger on this waste's body.

Because Ling Tian had been in a posture of drawing his sword but there was no follow-up, everyone looked inexplicable, but Zhang Lingfeng knew that he couldn't delay any longer.

"Pretending to be a ghost!" Nine Ling Xiao swords aimed at Ling Tian and shuttled in.

Whoosh.

Even the sound of piercing the air could be heard clearly.

Finally, Ling Tian's sword was pulled out, without a sword body, and the hilt was covered with rust.

"Hahaha."

"Poof, ahaha, what's that he was holding."

"This kid won't think that this piece of rotten iron can compete with Senior Brother's Ling Xiao Sword. It's ridiculous. ”

……

The laughter of the people in the audience did not affect Ling Tian's mood, just a sword, and easily slashed through the nine phantoms.

The laughter stopped abruptly, this was incredible, Ling Tian really took a piece of broken iron and broke Senior Brother Zhang's move.

So then there was a funny scene on the stage, no matter what move Zhang Lingfeng made, Ling Tian used one move to fight.

"Draw the sword!"

……

"Draw the sword!"

Although Ling Tian was injured every time, these injuries couldn't stop the disdainful smile on Ling Tian's face, this was not the result he wanted.

Zhang Lingfeng jumped to his feet: "Won't you use individual moves?"

"Unsheathed! I can force me to pull out the Ling Xiao sword, I admit that you have a bit of strength, but that's all, the Ling Xiao sword is out, and the blood is drunk. This time, you don't even have a chance to beg for mercy. ”

The Lingxiao sword shines brightly, and the Lingxiao cloud pattern on the sword is very good-looking, but those who know its characteristics know that this cloud pattern is the channel for drinking people's essence and blood.

"One move is enough to deal with you!"

"Draw the sword!"

This time, Ling Xiao Sword finally confronted the broken sword head-on, and Ling Xiao Sword had already been tempered very sharp by following the master's cultivation.

And his opponent was just a sword hilt, and the unsheathed Ling Xiao Sword seemed to have no restraint anymore, and rushed towards the broken hilt.

Everyone thought that Ling Tian's sword would definitely crack into a pile of scrap iron, but just as the two swords really collided together, a ray of blood light emanated from the hilt and seeped into Ling Xiao's sword.

Ling Xiao Sword actually let out a violent tremble, a tremor suppressed by the strong, as if it was facing the strongest monarch in the world.

A wisp of cloud veins was absorbed and swallowed by the blood-colored stone.

It all happened in a flash of light, and no one could see what was happening.

Until the next moment, a pile of scrap iron appeared on the ground, and this pile of scrap iron belonged to Ling Xiao Sword!

On this Nine Swords Continent, the sword is the foundation of a person's foothold, and the choice of sword at the age of four has laid the foundation for his life, and the sword will accompany the master for a lifetime, and it will be sharper with the improvement of the master.

At this moment, it is not an exaggeration to say that the sword destroys and kills.

The destruction of the Ling Xiao Sword directly caused Zhang Lingfeng's vitality to be seriously injured, the sword qi disappeared completely, a mouthful of blood spurted out wildly, and he passed out with a roll of his eyes.

"Ling Tiansheng!"

It wasn't until the mechanical sound in the ring sounded that everyone reacted, and the transformation from waste to genius was successful.

In the unexpected ending, the person standing in the ring was graceful, and seemed to be more handsome than the one who fell.

Ling Tian was also in a fugue standing on the stage, he didn't think about abolishing him, what was going on, could it be a sword, he looked down and saw that the hilt of the sword in his hand was still rusty, and shook his head.

Anyway, if it is abolished, it will be scrapped, so it will save a lot of unnecessary incidents.

At this time, Ling Tian didn't know that it was his ruthlessness towards Zhang Lingfeng that attracted an even bigger wolf.

Ling Tian leaned against the wall, endured the pain caused by the scars on his body, and returned to his residence to start a new round of meditation.

Just after he left, in the attic in the distance, an old man stroked his beard as if thinking, and this attic saw the entire ring clearly.

If Ling Tian was there, he would know that this old man was the gatekeeper of the Library Pavilion in the outer courtyard, and it was very strange to appear here at this time.

"Did I just read it wrong?" The old man muttered to himself, recalling the scene just now.

The strange aura emanating from the black hilt can actually devour other sword spirits, but this sword, oh no, is not even a sword, it can only be said to be a sword hilt, how can there be such a strange phenomenon.

He carefully observed the hilt of the sword, it was just a very ordinary piece of iron, and the only thing that was worth it was the red stone embedded in the hilt, but it was still very bad compared to the Lingxiao Sword.

"It's getting more and more interesting." The old man smiled and walked away.

Inside Ling Tianfang, I don't know when, the broken sword floated in front of him again, I think it was because Ling Tian fell into deep meditation that it was so bold.

"Damn, is this still my body? You can't die! Ling Tian couldn't help but scold, only to see that the meridians in his body were all broken, and now he felt the pain in hindsight.