"What a weak boy, it seems that you may have to live on the ninth layer of this broken holy tower for a long time!" With just one blow, the ghost king Xie Yan sensed Ling Aotian's strength and laughed a little proudly.

In the eyes of the Ghost King, Ling Aotian seemed to be defeated, however, in Ling Aotian's eyes, although the Ghost King's strength was strong, he was not without the strength to fight, so he smiled lightly at the Ghost King's arrogant words: "If you want me to live on the ninth floor of the Broken Saint Tower, you don't seem to have that ability yet!"

"Hahaha! What a boy who doesn't know the height of the sky, do you think that with your mid-level strength as a ninth-level fighter, you can compete with me, don't dream!" Hearing Ling Aotian's words, the Ghost King Xie Yan let out a crazy laugh as if he had heard some funny joke, and then, as if confirming his words, his figure flashed, and he approached Ling Aotian again, his claws that exuded cold air kept waving, and he grabbed Ling Aotian.

"If you cultivate high, will you be able to win the battle? When I was a seventh-level fighter, I captured a supreme-level powerhouse alive, and now you, if you want to deal with me, it's not enough!" Regarding the arrogance of the Ghost King, Ling Aotian also fought back in a high-profile manner, of course, Ling Aotian also knew that it was a bit tricky for him to get the spiritual imprint of the Phantom Demon King at the beginning, but in the face of the arrogant Ghost King, he didn't want to fall into the inferior momentum.

"Arrogant boy, don't be ashamed!" Ling Aotian's words, the Ghost King didn't believe it, thinking that Ling Aotian was humiliating him, and after roaring angrily, a pair of ghost claws grabbed Ling Aotian even more fiercely.

In the face of the Ghost King's fierce attack, Ling Aotian naturally didn't dare to be careless, his body moved, and the three flowing styles were displayed, and the remnant sword in his hand instantly transformed into a Dao sword shadow, and greeted the Ghost King's pair of sharp claws.

When!when!when!when......

In a series of crashing sounds, Ling Aotian's figure retreated a hundred meters again.

"Capture the venerable powerhouse alive, your words can only scare those cowardly!" forced Ling Aotian back again, and the Ghost King became even more proud.

Fighting with the Ghost King twice, Ling Aotian also had a general understanding of the Ghost King's strength, with his current strength, the Ghost King wanted to defeat him, and he had to be above a hundred moves, after all, his own strength had already reached the peak of a ninth-level fighter with his internal and external initiates.

Of course, the Ghost King didn't know much about Ling Aotian's situation, so after the two blows, although the Ghost King was also a little shocked by the strength shown by Ling Aotian, he didn't think much about it, and rushed towards Ling Aotian again, wanting to defeat Ling Aotian strongly.

"Isn't the strength of the honorable level remarkable?" Looking at the Ghost King's aggressive posture, Ling Aotian snorted coldly.

"It's not a big deal, but it's enough to deal with you kid!" Although Ling Aotian has always been extremely calm, the ghost king doesn't think that Ling Aotian has anything to rely on, but he just thinks that Ling Aotian is holding on, and he wants to use this to deter himself and let himself have scruples, with such thoughts, the ghost king has a wave of anger towards Ling Aotian, this kid is too cunning, he dares to play tricks in front of him, this is simply insulting his own IQ!

With this thought, the Ghost King's attack became even more aggressive, and several moves in succession forced Ling Aotian to retreat.

Facing the Ghost King's aggressive attack, a cold light flashed in Ling Aotian's eyes.

"Do you really think that only you have the strength of the Venerable Level?" Ling Aotian's voice froze, and the Blood Meridian he had learned from the Blood Venerable was instantly displayed by him.

As the blood in his body continued to boil, Ling Aotian's strength rose little by little, the peak of the ninth-level fighter, the early stage of the venerable level.

Due to the improvement of cultivation, the increase in blood meridians no longer had such a good effect, and after Ling Aotian's strength broke through to the early stage of the supreme level, the boiling blood in his body began to slowly calm down.

Ling Aotian couldn't help but sigh and said secretly: "It seems that with the improvement of cultivation, the effect of the blood meridian will gradually weaken, in the future, you have to be careful when encountering a strong enemy, if you rely on the blood meridian again, you will have to suffer." ”

Ling Aotian was not satisfied with the increase in the blood meridian, but the Ghost King was different, seeing Ling Aotian's strength instantly increase by two levels, the horror in his heart was conceivable, you must know that he was a strong man at the peak of the venerable level, and he was very clear about the power contained in the body of the supreme powerhouse.

After feeling the feeling of power brought about by the increase in blood meridians, Ling Aotian raised his head and looked at the Ghost King with a smile: "How, now, are you still so sure that you can defeat me?"

Ling Aotian was completely a naked slap in the face! This slap of his could be said to be extremely loud, causing a hint of ruddy color to appear on the old face of the Ghost King.

"Hmph, boy, do you think that by forcibly improving your cultivation, you will be able to compete with me, I want you to know that in the face of absolute strength, your so-called skills are just jokes. The ghost king who was slapped in the face by Ling Aotian was furious, and his attack became even more fierce.

Ling Aotian, whose strength had been raised to the early stage of the Supreme Rank, naturally would not be afraid of the Ghost King's fierce attack, and when he saw his sharp claws attacking, he let out a loud shout and waved the remnant sword in his hand to meet it.

When!when!when!when......

In a series of collisions, Ling Aotian and Ghost King Xie Yan retreated at the same time, and this time the confrontation was evenly matched.

Although Ling Aotian's strength was not as good as that of the Ghost King, because of the internal and external cultivators, the strength of his own cultivation and physical cultivation after the fusion was actually not inferior to that of the Ghost King.

was forced to be evenly matched by a kid whose strength was far inferior to his own, and the ghost king's face was a little unbearable.

"Boy, I want to see how long the cultivation you forcibly promoted can last!" "When the cultivation reached the level of the Ghost King, he naturally had a deep understanding of some secret methods for improving his cultivation, and naturally knew that this kind of secret method could not last, so although Ling Aotian fought to a draw with him, which made him feel gloomy, he did not lose confidence because of this, but instead made his attack more aggressive.

With the increase of the blood meridian, Ling Aotian kept colliding with the ghost king, but he hesitated a little in his heart, now he and the ghost king are just in a state of equal strength, if you want to defeat the ghost king within an hour, it is obviously impossible, once the increase in the blood meridian disappears, you will definitely lose.

The Ghost King's perception was so keen, and the moment Ling Aotian frowned slightly, he made a discovery.

"Hahaha! Boy, now you know! The strength gained by pulling out the seedlings is unreliable!" the Ghost King laughed triumphantly, as if he had won the battle.

Facing the Ghost King's pride, Ling Aotian didn't care too much, sighed and said, "Originally, I didn't want to bully more with less, but now it seems that if I want to defeat you in a short period of time, I can only do this." ”

"Hahaha!" "The Ghost King seemed to have heard a big joke, "Bully more and less, boy, it's not that I won't give you this opportunity, but where do you have a helper within the ninth floor of this Broken Holy Tower?"

Hearing the words of the Ghost King, the corners of Ling Aotian's mouth curled slightly: "Your heart, if there is no third person here, I can't bully more and less?"

"Come out, clone!" Without giving the Ghost King a chance to speak again, Ling Aotian drank heavily, and then, he saw that a figure identical to Ling Aotian appeared in Ling Aotian's body again.

Originally, according to what the Phantom Demon King said, this doppelganger would disappear after a certain period of time, but Ling Aotian's doppelganger had obviously undergone a change and did not disappear, Ling Aotian was also surprised by this, however, he did not tell others, but kept him with him, intending to summon it at a critical moment, in order to have a surprise effect, and now, facing the ghost king, in order to win quickly, he had to reveal this secret weapon.

"Clone!" "Clone!" The moment Ling Aotian's clone appeared, the Ghost King's face became difficult to see, although the strength of the clone that appeared next to Ling Aotian was weaker than Ling Aotian's body, but in this already evenly matched battle, a slight change in strength could also affect the outcome of the battle.

"Now, do you still think what I said about bullying less is a joke?" Ling Aotian looked at the Ghost King calmly, to be honest, he was extremely satisfied with his doppelganger, during the time he was by his side, the doppelganger continued to grow, and now, he was able to exert about eighty percent of his own strength, of course, what surprised Ling Aotian even more was that this doppelganger was able to become stronger with his blood meridian, and now, under the condition of his blood meridian, the strength of his doppelganger had also reached the level of the early stage of a ninth-level fighter.

The moment he saw Ling Aotian's clone appear, a fine light flashed in the ghost king's eyes, and his body flashed, and he rushed towards Ling Aotian's clone, and a pair of sharp ghost claws mercilessly grabbed towards Ling Aotian's clone.

"Do you want to break each one?I'm sorry to disappoint you!" Seeing the Ghost King's plan, where would Ling Aotian give the Ghost King a chance, without waiting for the Ghost King to get close, Ling Aotian's figure flashed, and he rushed towards the Ghost King's claws, and with a wave of the remnant sword in his hand, he blocked the Ghost King's pair of sharp claws.

Just as Ling Aotian made a move to block the Ghost King's claws, his doppelganger body flickered, and he flashed not far away, and then, with a wave of his hand, a remnant sword that was exactly the same as the remnant sword in Ling Aotian's hand appeared in his hand.

Seven Bests!

As a clone, he will naturally be able to Ling Aotian's exercises, and as soon as the clone makes a move, a sharp sword light shoots towards the ghost king.

Although the attack of the clone in the early stage of the ninth-level fighter could not do much damage to the ghost king at the peak of the supreme level, even if this attack was nothing, the ghost king was not willing to suffer in vain, and when Ling Aotian blocked his attack, he had already quickly retreated and avoided the attack of the clone.