"If you're talking about the Han Sword Heart who thinks he is invincible in bow fighting, that's right, he was killed by me!" Ling Aotian looked at the man in front of him who was almost the same as Han Jian Xin, full of killing intent, Ling Aotian said fearlessly.

"In that case, then you can die!" As he spoke, the man's body already exuded a thick killing intent.

"Thinking about me to die, it's not so easy, Han Jiantao tried his best to take my life, but now, I don't live a good life?" For this man who was almost exactly the same as Han Jianxin's appearance, Ling Aotian naturally didn't dare to underestimate him, but he said it extremely easily, as if he didn't take the other party's threat in his eyes at all.

"Hmph! The fourth child failed to take your life, that is because he is too light on the enemy, today, my Han Jianming made a move, if you still want to escape, don't dream!" the man snorted coldly. With a shake of the spear in his hand, he pointed directly at Ling Aotian.

It was not unreasonable for the man named Han Jianming to be so confident, his strength was indeed extremely strong, he had reached the level of the middle stage of a sixth-level fighter, and in the face of an opponent like Ling Aotian whose strength was only in the middle of a fifth-level fighter, he was completely confident that he would crush the other party.

Facing the powerful killing intent emanating from Han Jianming, the corners of Ling Aotian's mouth curled, and a strange smile appeared in his eyes: "Since you have said so, then you can try?"

Seeing that Ling Aotian didn't have a trace of fear in the face of himself, Han Jianming's heart couldn't help but start muttering, he really couldn't figure it out, why was this opponent whose strength was obviously inferior to his own so calm, could it be that he couldn't do anything?

Thinking of this, Han Jianming didn't dare to be careless, and began to use his consciousness to detect the surrounding situation, and after finally confirming that there was no one else around except for Green Hazy and the little three-headed demon lion, confidence returned to his face again.

"Boy, you don't have to play tricks, today, you have to die!" Han Jianming said, and then, as if he wanted to cut off Ling Aotian's retreat, he said, "I know you're good at spiritual attacks, but that's useless to me. ”

Ling Aotian was not the slightest surprise, Han Jianming, who was in the middle stage of a sixth-level fighter, was naturally not weak in spiritual cultivation, if he wanted to use his spiritual attack to deal with the other party, he was afraid that he would ask for hardship, therefore, the moment Han Jianming appeared, he had already decided not to use spiritual attacks in the battle with Han Jianming, at this time, hearing Han Jianming's words, his face showed a look that seemed to be smiling: "Do you really think that you will eat me?" Even if you don't use a spiritual attack, I can still beat you down." ”

Seeing Ling Aotian's confident appearance, Han Jianming's face became ugly, a little guy in the middle of a fifth-level fighter despised him so much, making him feel extremely insulted, at this moment, he only had one thought in his heart, that is, with his powerful cultivation, he would beat this guy who dared to ignore himself.

With such a thought, Han Jianming made a move, only to see his feet on the ground a little, his body jumped up in the air, and the spear in his hand that was a foot away instantly shook out a lot of light and shadow, and rolled towards Ling Aotian.

With the strength of a fifth-level fighter, it was naturally unrealistic for Ling Aotian to want to fight against Han Jianming, whose strength had reached the middle stage of a sixth-level fighter, so when he saw Han Jianming swinging his spear to attack, he did not meet it, but cast a heavenly remnant step, and instantly retreated dozens of steps back, avoiding Han Jianming's spear attack.

"If you want to suppress me with your cultivation, then, I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint you!" Ling Aotian snorted lightly, taking advantage of the retreating attacker, the blood meridian was instantly unleashed.

With the operation of the blood meridian, the true qi in Ling Aotian's body began to surge wildly, and then, his strength began to climb up little by little.

The beginning of the sixth-level fighter!

In just a short period of effort, Ling Aotian's own strength had broken through to the early stage of a sixth-level fighter.

Han Jianming, who originally thought that his strength in the middle stage of a sixth-level fighter was enough to suppress Ling Aotian to death, and he didn't have the slightest chance of turning over, he never thought that this hateful kid in front of him would have such a skill, and instantly raise his strength to the level of a sixth-level fighter.

"Pulling out the seedlings and ribs are long, it is difficult to become a big weapon!" However, Han Jianming quickly recovered from the shock, snorted coldly with a hint of disdain, and pressed towards Ling Aotian again, and the spear in his hand stabbed forward mercilessly.

In Han Jianming's opinion, Ling Aotian used the secret method to improve his cultivation, although he broke through to the early stage of a sixth-level fighter, but the strength obtained in this way was definitely not very stable, and it was extremely difficult to match himself, so even if the other party forcibly raised his cultivation to the level of the early stage of a sixth-level fighter, he would definitely not dare to fight with himself.

However, to Han Jianming's surprise, in the face of his fierce spear attack, Ling Aotian did not retreat as he thought, but waved the remnant sword in his hand and met it.

"Boy, you are looking for death!" Seeing that Ling Aotian was actually planning to confront him, a trace of hideousness appeared in Han Jianming's eyes, and he roared frantically, rushing towards Ling Aotian, and the true qi injected into the spear was also strengthened a little.

While!

In the blink of an eye, the remnant sword and spear collided.

Then, two figures flew out upside down at the same time.

Han Jianming's face became ugly at that moment, he couldn't have imagined that he and Ling Aotian's hard shaking didn't take advantage of the slightest advantage, the strength coming from Ling Aotian's remnant sword was extremely powerful, where was the slightest sense of vanity.

Wacky boy!

The killing intent in Han Jianming's eyes became even stronger.

Similarly, after Ling Aotian and Han Jianming's hard blow, he also had a clear understanding of Han Jianming's strength, the strength of the middle stage of the sixth-level fighter was really extraordinary, if it weren't for the physique of his own Xuanling Body, the internal and external double cultivation had reached the level of a fifth-level fighter, I am afraid that in the collision just now, he would have been defeated.

It can be said that Ling Aotian was able to resist Han Jianming's attack by relying on the physical strength of his mid-level fifth-level fighter and the true qi cultivation of the early stage of the sixth-level fighter in his body.

However, Han Jianming didn't know anything about all this, so when he found out that Ling Aotian had actually fought evenly with himself with the strength of a sixth-level fighter, he began to feel uneasy in his heart, because the kid in front of him was really too weird.

However, although Han Jianming was uneasy in his heart, out of confidence in his own strength, he still shot frantically again, and the sharp spear, flashing with a little cold light, stabbed towards Ling Aotian.

Due to the use of the Blood Meridian to improve his cultivation, the time for Ling Aotian to be able to possess the initial strength of a sixth-level powerhouse was only about an hour, once this time passed, he would fall into a period of weakness, if he didn't solve Han Jianming before the effect of his Blood Meridian expired, he would be in danger, therefore, in the face of Han Jianming's crazy attack, he would be the same

Without the slightest hint of evasion, he frantically greeted him.

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

The sound of the remnant sword and spear colliding resounded in the sky, and in just a few tens of seconds, the remnant sword and spear had already collided hundreds of times.

While!

After another violent impact, the bodies of the two flew upside down again.

"Damn boy, go die!" After a long attack, he still didn't have the slightest advantage, and Han Jianming was completely angry.

The spear, which was more than a foot long, was raised above his head by Han Jianming.

"Eighteen Blows of the Mad Spear!"

With Han Jianming's roar, the spear in his hand began to dance with him, conjuring up thousands of spear shadows, which continued to spread forward and rolled towards Ling Aotian.

In all directions, there are spear shadows.

Ling Aotian's face became solemn, he knew that Han Jianming had already made a special move, the spear shadow he was casting at the moment was a great threat to himself, if he was really hit by one of them, he would definitely be killed or injured.

Seeing the shadow of the spear that swept the sky and the earth constantly approaching him, Ling Aotian took a deep breath and clenched the remnant sword in his hand.

"Liuyun Three Styles!" With Ling Aotian's shout, the remnant sword in his hand continued to tremble, and then, the Dao Dao sword shadow continued to spread out, colliding towards the spear shadow in the sky.

In a series of collisions, the shadow of the sword and the shadow of the spear continued to decrease.

Fine beads of sweat had already appeared on Ling Aotian's forehead, and in the face of Han Jianming's powerful attack, he had already done his best.

Finally, Ling Aotian's sword shadow completely dissipated.

"Die!" Han Jianming roared and rushed towards Ling Aotian, and in his hand, there were still two spear shadows, roaring towards Ling Aotian.

Looking at Han Jianming's hideous appearance, Ling Aotian shouted, and the remnant sword in his hand was raised again.

"Seven Heavens!"

Only a small part of the Seven Heaven-Conquering Absolute Masters were unleashed by Ling Aotian, and several sword shadows shot out and crashed into the last two spear shadows of Han Jianming.

Boom! Boom......

With the sound of violent collisions, the last two spear shadows of Han Jianming dissipated.

Although there was no spear shadow, the spear in Han Jianming's hand had already arrived in front of Ling Aotian.

"Die!" With Han Jianming's shout, the sharp spear instantly pierced into Ling Aotian's body.

"Hahaha!" Han Jianming's crazy laughter resounded throughout the audience.

"Brother Tian!" Lu Hao exclaimed, and rushed towards Ling Aotian at a trot, and with her rushed along, there was also the little three-headed demon lion, and when the little guy rushed forward, he didn't forget to spit out three-colored flames, wanting to attack Han Jianming.

"Boy, it's over!" Without looking at the green hazy and the little three-headed demon lion running towards him, Han Jianming looked at Ling Aotian, who had been pierced by his spear, with a cold gaze.

"Ahem!" A trace of blood spilled from the corner of Ling Aotian's mouth as he was pierced through his body with a spear, and he raised his head and looked at Han Jianming, who was staring at him with a hideous gaze.

"Yes, it's time, knot, bundle!" Ling Aotian said word by word, slowly raising the remnant sword in his hand.