Because of the sudden power of the Holy Fate clone, Ling Aotian and the other clone spent a lot of effort, and finally successfully killed all the more than twenty extermination powerhouses who understood spiritual attacks.

Looking at the consciousness clones of more than twenty strong people, Ling Aotian let out a sigh of relief, all along, he has been invincible with his spiritual attacks, so that he has formed an arrogant psychology in this world, no one can cope with spiritual attacks at all, and this time with these more than twenty strong people, he finally realized that in this world, there is no absolutely powerful technique, and if he wants to be truly invincible, the only way to be truly invincible is to constantly strengthen himself.

After reflecting deeply and making up his mind not to rely too much on the Dream Nerve, Ling Aotian left the Dream God Space with a thought.

The twenty extermination powerhouses who attacked Ling Aotian fell to the ground because their consciousness completely dissipated, and they lost half of their breath.

Looking at the corpses of more than twenty strong men, Ling Aotian let out a sigh of relief, and just wanted to set off to kill other strong men, but he felt that he was firmly locked by an extremely strong momentum.

Strong! Ling Aotian's pupils shrank suddenly, he had already realized that the one who had locked on him was a strong man with extremely amazing strength.

Who is this person? Ling Aotian tried to release his consciousness, trying to find out the location of the person who had locked on him, but he was surprised to find that the aura was a little ethereal, and he couldn't even capture the exact location of the other party.

Ling Aotian's face became extremely solemn, he had already realized that his previous act of continuously killing and killing the powerhouse had already attracted the attention of the Extermination Alliance, and this time there was this powerhouse, which was a hole card they had against themselves.

Now that this powerhouse has appeared, he will definitely make a move against him, Ling Aotian completely exuded his consciousness, carefully paying attention to any trace of strange aura around him.

Soon, Ling Aotian felt a trace of abnormality in the air behind his body, and immediately after, a fierce killing intent attacked him.

Ling Aotian's keen reaction, which had been tempered by countless life-and-death crises, made her subconsciously flash to the side, and an incomparably powerful sword aura swept past his side.

"No wonder you can kill so many of our strong men, boy, you are indeed not simple. A gloomy voice sounded, and then a gloomy middle-aged man with a few strands of gray hair appeared in front of him.

"The Extermination Alliance has really taken great pains to send a strong person like Your Excellency to hide in the army to deal with me, and it is really enough to look up to me. Ling Aotian looked at the middle-aged man with a solemn face.

"Being able to kill so many of our powerhouses in one fell swoop, you are also worthy of my cold moon trace. The middle-aged man leisurely raised the long sword in his hand and looked at Ling Aotian scrutinically.

"Phantom Yin Sword Cold Moon Scar!" Ling Aotian called out the name of the middle-aged man, Ling Aotian had heard of the Phantom Yin Sword Cold Moon Scar, this person was as famous as the Fengluo Pavilion Lord, and he was also one of the first powerhouses to break through to the holy level, it stands to reason that this person's cultivation should be on par with the Fengluo Pavilion Lord, but now the strength shown by this person has reached the peak of the holy level.

It seems that this person deserves a lot of adventures! Ling Aotian realized this instantly.

"Boy, since you know me, you should know that under my hands, there will be no living mouth, and even if I kill you, you will not die easily, but you will be tortured to death, and those who know each other will immediately kill themselves, so that there will be no bones left in the end. The Phantom Yin Sword looked at Ling Aotian with pity.

"Under your hands, if you don't leave a living, it's just that the objects you are doing are people who are not as strong as you, do you really think that you are invincible in the world? Today, if you choose me to be your opponent, it can only doom your invincible myth to be shattered. Faced with the threat of the cold moon mark, Ling Aotian responded calmly.

"Hahaha!" Leng Yueji laughed, "Boy, I really don't know where you got your confidence, you are only in the early stage of the saint level now, and I am the peak of the saint level, such a big difference in strength, do you think it's an ornament?" That's right, you did kill a lot of our mid-saint-level powerhouses, but, what can that mean, your actual combat power is just the middle stage of the saint-level stage, although the means you used to kill those powerhouses are extremely amazing, but do you think that you can hide from me, you just took advantage of those strong people to be defenseless and used mental attacks, if you want to use mental attacks against me, then I can tell you clearly, you better die of this heart as soon as possible, I can clearly tell you that on this continent, there is a constitution that is completely immune to spiritual attacks, and I am exactly that kind of physique。 ”

Ling Aotian looked at Leng Yueji extremely calmly, listened to him reveal his bottom, and waited until he finished saying this, looking at himself a little proudly, hoping to see a trace of panic from himself, before he said extremely calmly: "Have you finished? I have seen a lot of self-righteous people like you, but their ends, without exception, are particularly miserable. ”

A trace of anger appeared on Leng Yueji's face, and Ling Aotian's attitude of completely ignoring him made him extremely uncomfortable in his heart.

Ling Aotian didn't care if Leng Yueji was angry or not, it could even be said that the more angry Leng Yueji was, the happier he became, just when Leng Yueji was glaring at him, he waved the remnant sword in his hand extremely calmly and said, "Let's do it!"

Leng Yueji was completely enraged by Ling Aotian's posture of attacking casually, and under the influence of anger, he roared angrily, waving the long sword in his hand and rushing towards Ling Aotian.

Leng Yueji was known as the Phantom Yin Sword, naturally because his swordsmanship was unpredictable, and it was cold and ruthless, with his move, with the swing of the long sword, a gloomy aura instantly emanated from him, and rolled towards Ling Aotian.

Feeling the cold aura on the Cold Moon Scar Sword, Ling Aotian's heart moved, and the Heavenly Silkworm Sutra was instantly unleashed, and a powerful force instantly permeated his body, and then, his feet were on the ground a little, and his body rushed forward like lightning, and the remnant sword in his hand stabbed out obliquely at the moment when it was about to approach the Cold Moon Scar.

After several years of tempering, Ling Aotian's mastery of the three styles of flowing clouds has reached the point of perfection, at this time, a sword stabbed out, it seems simple, but it has brought the essence of the three styles of flowing clouds to the extreme, and completely integrated thousands of changes into it.

Leng Yueji's sword, known as illusory, was naturally unpredictable and unpredictable, but when facing Ling Aotian's seemingly simple sword, he faintly felt that he couldn't see through Ling Aotian's seemingly simple sword.

Although it was only a sword stabbed diagonally, Leng Yueji could feel that the sword seemed to have completely sealed his sword path, and if he wanted to break through the blockade of that simple sword and hurt Ling Aotian, he could only touch it hard and forcibly dissolve Ling Aotian's sword form.

"Boy, your swordsmanship is indeed not weak, but in the face of absolute strength, no matter how exquisite the sword style is, it is just a showcase. Leng Yueji said proudly, instantly injecting the true qi in his body into the long sword frantically, pressing towards the sword that Ling Aotian stabbed.

As long as he disintegrated the opponent's sword with his powerful strength, he would then be able to take the opportunity to launch a stormy attack on the opponent! Thinking like this, it was no wonder that he had such confidence, how could the cultivation of a powerhouse of the Saint-level Beginning be able to withstand the impact of the power of a powerhouse at the peak of the Saint-level.

In the face of Leng Yueji's attack, Ling Aotian only had two choices, first, to avoid it while Leng Yueji's sword was still attacked, but in that case, Leng Yueji could take the opportunity to launch a stormy attack on him, and the other option was to continue to fight hard with Leng Yueji, however, Ling Aotian's true qi cultivation was not as good as Leng Yueji, and after this hard fight, Ling Aotian's defense would definitely be defeated by Leng Yueji, then, next, what was waiting for him was still a stormy attack of Leng Yueji.

The situation seemed to have developed in the direction of Ling Aotian's disadvantage, at least in Leng Yueji's opinion, this was the case, in the face of his own attack, no matter what way Ling Aotian chose to deal with it, it seemed that he could not change the result.

Ling Aotian's remnant sword slowly rose up, meeting the long sword of the cold moon mark.

Rumble!

A powerful energy rushed out frantically at the moment when the two swords collided together.

A stunned scene appeared, in this impact, Ling Aotian, who should have been defeated, actually blocked Leng Yueji's attack.

Leng Yueqian, who had already prepared an endless backhand, froze, his eyes widened, looking at Ling Aotian, who was standing steadily in front of him, motionless, and muttered to himself: "How is this possible?

The corners of Ling Aotian's mouth curled slightly, and he looked at Leng Yueji with a smile: "This is a powerhouse at the peak of the saint level, but that's it." Of course, he said it extremely lightly, but in fact it was not very comfortable, although he relied on the Xuanling physique of both internal and external cultivation to block the attack of the cold moon mark, but under the vibration of the powerful power on the cold moon mark long sword, his arm was already faintly numb.

However, it was not easy for Ling Aotian to take Leng Yueji's attack, Leng Yueji obviously didn't know, when he saw that Ling Aotian had taken a move from him and nothing had happened, the anger in his heart instantly exploded.

"I'll kill you!" roaring angrily, the cold moon mark quickly struck several swords like lightning, and the Dao sword light, containing a thick cold aura, rolled towards Ling Aotian.

Facing the angry attack of Jian Yueji, Ling Aotian didn't want to fight hard with the other party anymore, after all, in terms of strength, he was indeed inferior to the other party by more than a notch, and if he continued to fight hard like this, it would be extremely disadvantageous to himself.