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That's right, he rolled all the way down the slope, the damn teleportation array, netted out some moths, this time instead of letting the futon suck him, but directly made him fall in mid-air, rolling all the way down.

There was the sound of weapons clapping in the distance, and it was obvious that the battle for the ten inheritance peaks was not over yet.

Zhang Ling straightened his clothes, and then touched the place where the sound of the fight came.

It was two people in black who were fighting, two people Zhang Ling was not familiar with, and there were three or four people watching the battle next to them, but they all looked dejected. Seeing Zhang Ling coming, they recognized him as the person who had spoken to Dongling, and several of them were a little enthusiastic.

"Why, brother also came to this inheritance peak to compete for the inheritance? I advise you to change it, do you see the man in black with a sword, that is Qingluan, from the ancient land, and has already defeated more than a dozen challengers!"

A handsome man sighed and said to Zhang Ling, he was also one of the dozen challengers, and in the end they all failed.

"Oh, so powerful?" Zhang Ling raised his eyebrows.

The man called Qingluan did look very strong, although he only had the strength of the middle stage of Futu's state of mind, but he defeated two late-stage opponents, and this was also a wheel battle, this person actually showed no signs of exhaustion, which made Zhang Ling's heart eager to try.

He really wanted to fight with this person, and he had a strong fighting intent in his heart, but once he fought, he might reveal that he was a human race. Zhang Ling hesitated, after all, the pen was in hand, what he wanted to do had been completed, even if he showed his identity, he was not afraid, but he didn't want to cause trouble to Dongling.

"Senior, if I go to compete for the inheritance of this Demon Emperor, how sure are I that I can succeed?"

Tianhua didn't answer immediately, but after a deep groan, he said: "It's not good to say, the Demon Emperor belongs to the Demon Clan, and it must be a 100% fit to pass it on to the Demon Clan." However, he cultivated to the point where he reached the point where he should no longer distinguish between the human race and the demon race, so you have half the chance of getting the inheritance! Even if you can't get the inheritance, Ye Luo is also okay, although his strength is still low, but after obtaining the inheritance, he will grow rapidly. ”

Leaves fall!

Only then did Zhang Ling remember that there was still a spirit beast in his spirit beast bag!

In fact, it is said that it is a spirit beast, these little guys are the same as the demon clan, but they can't be transformed casually, and they are considered to be the big demons in the demon clan.

Zhang Ling has ignored them for so many years, although there is enough food in the spirit beast bag, and they can also cultivate, but the environment inside is single, these little guys must be suffocated!

Maybe coming to the Southern Wilderness Demon Domain this time is also an opportunity for them!

"Senior, how can I hide the characteristics of human beings when I do it?" Zhang Ling asked in his heart, he had already decided to participate in this competition, if he couldn't accept it, then let Ye Luo come.

But the premise is that Zhang Ling doesn't want to expose his identity as a human being, he still wants to go to the demon capital in the future!

"You don't have to worry, after the Heavenly Demon reaches this realm, it is basically the same as a human being, and the reason why you were suspected last time was because your own qi was not concealed at all. This time you cover up your qi, no matter how you make a move, no one will find out!" Tianhua said, his voice a little tired.

Although Zhang Ling's physical body in the small secret room had resisted the power of the years, Tianhua had stayed outside for a while after all, and his spiritual body was still somewhat affected. Although he found out in time and did not cause serious consequences, he still felt tired and needed to recuperate for a while.

After they finished speaking, the battle between the two black-clothed men in front of them finally ended, only to see Qingluan's long sword picked, and a cyan sword shadow shot out, and the man on the opposite side was exhausted, so he could only barely dodge, but he was still swept by the sword shadow over his forearm.

"Huh!"

After a sound, the forearm fell to the ground, and the man turned pale, put away his forearm, and left without looking back.

Qing Luan's expression was cold, sweeping towards everyone present, and no one who had been defeated by him before could look at him, and those aggressive eyes seemed to have a demonic nature, which made people feel cowardly in their hearts.

He is very murderous, although he is also a demon clan, but everyone who fights with him has been injured by him, either with broken arms or short legs, and one was almost cut off by him.

Although these people have cultivated to this level, they can be regenerated a long time ago, but regeneration also consumes the origin!

Qingluan swept all the way, and saw that several people lowered their heads, only Zhang Ling looked at him calmly, and seemed to be a little excited. The look of longing to fight in those eyes made Qingluan feel that his supreme power had been challenged.

"Do you want to die, dare you look at me like that!" he looked at Zhang Ling, his voice was demonic, cold and flamboyant.

Zhang Ling laughed, smiling unscrupulously with Ming Xu's face.

"Do you want to die?

Everyone was frightened, and the two people who were originally standing next to Zhang Ling hurriedly walked to the side, as if Zhang Ling had suddenly become the source of the plague, which made people avoid it.

Qingluan obviously didn't expect Zhang Ling to dare to speak like this, his expression was completely cold, and his body exuded endless killing intent.

"You, you won't cut off your hands and feet, I will let you cut off your head!"

"Too much nonsense!" Zhang Ling sneered, and then shot at Qingluan.

He was extremely fast, tearing the air apart and making whimpering sounds.

The Traceless Step is the top step, and coupled with the thousand-mile shrinkage step taught by Tianhua, Zhang Ling's current speed has almost reached an astonishing level.

Qingluan's eyes shrank, he naturally saw the horror of Zhang Ling's speed, but his clan has always won with speed, so naturally he will not be afraid of Zhang Ling.

The faces of the few people who watched the battle before changed uncertainly, obviously they underestimated Zhang Ling, this strange man was not inferior to Qingluan at all.

Qingluan felt pressure, but he had always been arrogant, so he naturally had his capital, and there were all killer moves between his shots, which made Zhang Ling fall into passivity for a while.

Qingluan is a disciple who came out of the ancient land, and everyone guesses that he is the descendant of the Qinghuang ancient land, this ancient land is extremely terrifying, and it is the oldest ancient land, and there is no one. It is said that before the creation of the Heavenly Demon Palace, before the first generation of demon emperors did not ignite the Southern Wilderness, the entire Southern Wilderness was barbaric, and at that time, there was only one force in the Southern Wilderness, and that was the Qinghuang Ancient Land.

There is also a legend that the generation of demon emperors is from the Qinghuang Ancient Land, but later I don't know why the two sides fell out, so later the Demon Emperor ignited the Southern Wilderness and created the Heavenly Demon Palace, which squeezed the Qinghuang Ancient Land to the edge of the Southern Wilderness.

And no matter what, it proves from the side that the Qinghuang Ancient Land is ancient and powerful, and the disciples cultivated in this terrible ancient land are also awe-inspiring.

Qingluan has the capital to be proud of this group of people!

He is the most powerful descendant of the Luanniao clan, and he is also one of the three major disciples of the Qinghuang Ancient Land, as soon as he entered the demon capital, he attracted everyone's attention, defeated many strongmen, and almost fought against the three masters of the demon capital.

But the man in front of him dared to look at him like that, and he dared to say such things so unscrupulously, which made Qingluan's heart surge with anger.

On top of that, there is no way for him to defeat this man in one moment!

Zhang Ling's speed is faster than Qingluan's, and his attack power is extremely powerful, competing with Qingluan's physical body, he has completely gained the upper hand!

This made the onlookers feel a chill.

The speed of movement between the two exceeded the speed of sound, tearing the air between the movements, and Qingluan's long sword flew out of a cyan rainbow from time to time, but it was blocked back by Zhang Ling. Although the broken sword did not exert its might, it calmly resisted the attack from that side!

The black bone swordsmanship was taken by Zhang Ling to the realm, and every move was unexpected, which surprised Qingluan, and gradually, the two of them changed from Qingluan's suppressive dispatch to a tie.

"Boom!"

The cyan sword shadow swept towards Zhang Ling, Zhang Ling dodged, and the sword shadow slashed into the mountain, making a three-zhang long depression, and a burst of dust flew.

"Come and don't be rude!" Zhang Ling muttered, but he wasn't as far away as Qingluan.

Zhang Ling's speed was already faster than Qingluan's, and when he paid attention to it like this, he almost stuck to Qingluan's back.

Qingluan was shocked in his heart, but no matter how he dodged, he couldn't escape Zhang Ling's follow. This person stuck to his back like a slug, and what made Qingluan's heart even more horrified was that Zhang Ling still whispered something from time to time, as if he was chanting a spell, and occasionally let out a terrifying low laugh.

Is this guy haunted!

Qingluan scolded in his heart, but he couldn't avoid it no matter what, so he had no choice but to attack backwards, and the onlookers who watched this scene were embarrassed.

They all saw clearly, Zhang Ling was not chanting a mantra, the broken sword in his hand was erected behind Qingluan, while he himself flipped with both hands, and one after another knots flew from his hand to the tattered sword. And the sword body that still had a gap, at this time, the white light was sheng, and finally at a certain critical point, the long sword flew over, and a white fiery sword shadow slashed towards Qingluan's head!

Qingluan's heart was cold, and of course he felt the strong killing intent. Not only does he want to kill this man, but this person also wants to kill him!

The white sword shadow slashed down, Zhang Ling was behind, and punched Qingluan in the back of the heart.

Qingluan couldn't retreat back and forth, so he could only dodge to the right, but as soon as he took a step, he felt a chill on his neck.

His head flew forward quickly, but his body was chilled by Zhang Ling's punch.

The blood rain flew, Qingluan's heart penetrated back and forth, and the body that had lost its vitality fell towards the place!

"Touch!" There was a loud bang, and the human body turned into the form of a deity.

A three-foot-long cyan bird, without a head, had a pierced heart and fell to the ground.

But it's not over yet.

Cultivating to this realm, his spiritual power is extremely powerful, Qingluan's divine sense is immortal, even if he has no body, he can be reborn.

Zhang Ling naturally won't let him go, this man is full of magic and murderous power, if he can't kill him, it will be a big trouble in the future.

That head didn't have the supply of power in the body, and it was obviously not enough to deal with it, not to mention Zhang Ling personally stepped forward, he couldn't even dodge that white sword light! It was the imperial sword technique, which was a secret technique that Zhang Ling rarely used, and at this time, he made a meritorious service, and split Qingluan's head with a sword.

Qingluan's spiritual power turned into a shape, forming a faint figure of Luanniao, full of hatred when he looked at Zhang Ling. However, he did not dare to step forward at this time, and just galloped away into the distance.

"Hmph! I can't run!" Zhang Ling glanced at it, then jumped on the broken sword, only to see a white light drawn from the broken sword, and in an instant, he caught up with Qingluan's spiritual power.

Qingluan was really frightened at this time, and when he looked at Zhang Ling, his entire spiritual body trembled, "Don't kill me!"

"Hand him over to me!" Tianhua said suddenly.

Then, without Zhang Ling seeing clearly, Tianhua's spiritual body suddenly wrapped Qingluan's spiritual body, and disappeared after a light.