100 meters away from the flower house, each step forward, the pressure increases by one point.

Ling Zhan had just broken through, his strength was at the peak, the effect of taking the Blood Lotus Pill had not disappeared, his spirit was slightly excited, and he wanted to see himself make a fool of himself, how could it be so easy.

As soon as the dantian sank, a true yuan exploded instantly, the pressure around him was light, Ling Zhan quickly took steps, and moved forward more than ten meters in a row, coming to eighty meters.

Although Ling Zhan was in the realm of a five-star great martial artist, after the thunder and lightning true fire quenching body, he had the cultivation of a nine-star great martial artist when he played normally, and this time he exploded violently, using eighty percent true yuan, his muscles tensed, and he smacked his legs and galloped towards the flower room.

Ling Zhan wanted Bingyun to see that it was the right choice to leave the inheritance of Mishan Wuzun to himself, and only he could carry forward the Mishan lineage!

Bingyun, who was standing in the flower room, could see the stubbornness in Ling Zhan's eyes, but in her eyes, stubbornness, perseverance, and talent were all worth mentioning. Watching Ling Zhan's True Qi erupt again and again, advancing dozens of meters in a row, Bing Yun's eyes showed a hint of surprise.

Suddenly, Ling Zhan stopped his steps, he felt that the pressure in front of him had suddenly increased several times, if he followed the current situation, he would not be able to reach the flower room anyway.

"The ninety-nine-story tower of Bing Ge Tower is not in my eyes, what is your hundred-meter flower house!"

Ling Zhan's eyes were cold, and he began to release the shackles of his muscles, making his muscles extremely explosive, directly breaking his shirt, arching his body, clenching his fists, like a fierce tiger lion, opening his fangs, and continuing to run forward!

Ling Zhan Zhenyuan ran to the limit, his blood began to boil, and the pure sword killing sword intent surrounded his body to form a talisman sword gang, and the vast spiritual power like a sea also poured out from the sea of consciousness, resisting the pressure ahead.

On the way here, Mu Kong told sù Ling Zhan, the master is good at swords and the way of beasts, several senior brothers and sisters have been gifted by the master, the senior brother has learned seven points of sword intent, the third senior brother has learned five points of sword intent, and the others have more or less learned a lot. As for the master's way of controlling beasts, the disciples are not very talented in understanding, and most of them have learned fur. And the second senior sister Bingyun was not willing to do this, and suddenly thought of another way, to raise flowers to control the beast, and became a family of her own, and later made a lot of achievements, and the master also handed over the hanging garden to her to manage.

Thinking of this, Ling Zhan stopped in place and was silent for a moment, using flowers to control beasts, the second senior sister was really whimsical.

Now there is still a distance of sixty-seven meters from the flower room, and his body has reached the limit, if he still wants to get more strength, one is to take pills, and the other is to use the power of the four small. Ling Zhan looked at the smile on the corner of Bingyun's mouth and relentlessly. He will never take the pill, but with the four small combined beasts, he must think about it.

As soon as Bingyun beckoned, the land around the flower house was sinking, and the pressure condensed into substance, deeply oppressing Ling Zhan.

Ling Zhan's feet sank, the sword qi shield around his body was about to be unable to withstand the external pressure, and a little blood oozed from the surface of his body, and sweat mixed with blood, staining Ling Zhan's back red.

"Isn't it just for you to help me refine my master's perception, can you use it like this to me?" Ling Zhan's eyes were cold, his killing intent was released around him, and he roared angrily: "Can Wuzun bully people?"

"Lightning, come out!" Ling Zhan was hysterical, and immediately called out the lightning eagle and merged with him.

The lightning eagle now has the cultivation of a four-star martial sect, and as soon as it comes out, it immediately merges with the Ling Zhan Beast. After merging, the pressure on Ling Zhan's body suddenly lightened, and a large amount of true yuan in his body was transmitted to the major meridians.

The sword intent shield on Ling Zhan's body emitted a strong electric light, the arc light flickered, his eyes were full of electricity, he clenched his fists, and ran ahead with all his strength, he wanted Bingyun to see that his strength was not as weak as she imagined.

I'm not an ant, I can let you do whatever you want!

This time, Ling Zhan rushed forward twenty meters, crossing the fifty-meter limit in a row.

However, within 50 meters of the flower house, it is a different world.

If it was a small fight just now, then Ling Zhan entered the range of fifty meters, and Bingyun Wuzun also paid some attention to it. The flower room around him is the center of the entire hanging garden, all the strange flowers and plants, rare and exotic beasts will be pulled with the center, fifty meters away, is the limit of the Martial Sect, once you enter the fifty meters, you must have the strength of the Martial King level.

"Impossible, this kid is obviously a great martial artist, even if he is extremely talented, can he still change his life against the sky?" Bingyun opened his mouth wide, a little incredible. Looking at Ling Zhan, who was covered in blood, he felt that he might have gone too far just now.

After all, Ling Zhan was the master's closed disciple and his own junior disciple, and his dignified martial honor, not only did he not give him the care he deserved, but he was jealous because the master passed on his lifelong insights to him, and deliberately made things difficult for him.

At this time, Bingyun said to Ling Zhan with guilt: "Little junior brother, don't force your way in, as long as you calm your breath and put away your true yuan and spiritual power, the pressure around you will recede." ”

Ling Zhan turned a deaf ear, and after merging with the lightning eagle, he had already reached the peak of the Great Martial Artist, and now his eyes were bloodshot, and the sunhat on his head fell to the ground, and then rolled down a hundred meters away. Ling Zhan looked at the deep pit under his feet, gritted his teeth and summoned the wind out!

"Wind, Hidden Kill!"

After retracting the tired lightning eagle, Ling Zhan and the wind beast, immediately cast the stealth skill, the big killing move - hidden kill!

As a super extreme divine pet, the wind is the first beast pet that Ling Zhan has subdued in the Southern Wasteland, one person and one beast cooperate tacitly, as soon as the hidden kill is displayed, Ling Zhan immediately becomes invisible, directly ignoring the pressure of the hanging garden.

Ling Zhan used the quick word technique of the Ten Directions Killing Sword to drive the storm style, forming a whirlwind in his stealth, and advancing ten meters further towards the flower house, and now he was only forty meters away from the Ice Cloud Martial Venerable.

The sword shield on the outside of Ling Zhan's body had shattered because it couldn't withstand the pressure, and the gang wind cut through Ling Zhan's face, and a large amount of blood splashed out of the epidermis in an instant.

"Gold!"

At this time, Ling Zhan's body was extremely weak, his whole person was seriously injured, and all the true yuan in his body was exhausted, and he struggled to move forward, but he could no longer take a step forward!

After hearing Ling Zhan's call, the gold immediately rolled out of the Ten Thousand Beasts Diagram, and when the wind returned, it instantly attached itself to Ling Zhan. A large amount of True Yuan entered Ling Zhan's dantian from his back, like a trickle, repairing the meridians all over his body, bringing him a sense of coolness.

Now it is only about 30 meters away from the flower house.

Under the nourishment of ten times the true yuan of gold, Ling Zhan decided to burn the true yuan, his eyes were closed, and his hands played the magic trick one after another, using the true yuan to stimulate the sword bones, only to feel that his body was hot, and the sword intent broke out of his body.

Now Ling Zhan was like a spider, and the eight blue sword intents behind him broke out of his body, squeezing out the pressure around him, and Ling Zhan took advantage of this kung fu to raise his extremely heavy feet again.

The pressure in front was too great, like an invisible wall, no matter how Ling Zhan advanced, he couldn't get one step closer to Huafang.

The three pets took turns to fight, causing Ling Zhan to explode to the limit, but he could only stop at thirty meters.

Bingyun Wuzun's narrow Danfeng eyes narrowed into a straight line, staring at Ling Zhan, who was desperate, as if he remembered himself back then. Even though he was covered in blood and his muscles were at their limit, he still didn't give up. If you want to become a martial artist, perseverance and talent are indispensable. Looking at Ling Zhan's desperate appearance, he already has the appearance of Wuzun.

It's just that Bingyun was a little curious, Ling Zhan himself only had the cultivation of a great martial artist, how could he go beyond the limits of the Martial Sect and the Martial King and come to the thirty meters of the flower room.

If you want to enter thirty meters, your own strength must reach the Martial Saint, which is also the first time Bingyun came to the Hanging Garden, Mishan Martial Venerable told her. Ling Zhan wants to come in, there are only two possibilities, one is that his own strength has reached the Martial Saint, and he can come and go here at will. As for the second possibility, it is to hide the true yuan and spiritual power of the whole body, and treat yourself as an ordinary person, only in this way will Hua Fang not exert pressure on the aura to stop Ling Zhan.

Obviously, even if he sued Sù Ling Zhan, he would not use the second method. Seeing that he was covered in blood, Bingyun was ready to go over to help him. Leaving the flower room, he walked towards Ling Zhan with small steps.

Ling Zhan's electric light aura shield around his body had been shattered, only the eight blue and blue murderous qi sword intent behind him blocked the pressure of the flower room, and seeing Bingyun walking inward, Ling Zhan lowered his voice: "Senior sister, you don't need it!"

The short five words, each word was extremely draining, under the pressure of urgency, every time Ling Zhan opened his mouth and said a word, his body had to be oppressed by the aura of the martial saint level. After Ling Zhan finished speaking, a mouthful of blood spat out of his mouth.

"Oh, that's good. Bingyun didn't expect Ling Zhan to be stubborn like a stone, his mouth answered, and then stayed aside: "If you have any problems, I will help you!"

"No!

As Ling Zhan spoke, his muscles protruded, and his muscles swelled, as if he was shouting, roaring out the three big characters!

After speaking, the eight blue sword killing intent behind him suddenly shattered, turning into thousands of transparent fragments in an instant, exuding strong vitality, and dispersing towards the surrounding qi strength domain field, Ling Zhan held the long sword Bai Lu, and connected the dragon slashing in a storm-like move, and when the sword intent fragments turned into a whirlwind tornado, he directly sacrificed the sixth form of the Ten Directions Killing Sword - Shaking the Mountains and Rivers!

According to legend, the person who created this sword, only relied on the cultivation of the martial saint to kill twelve martial artists with one move.

Today, Ling Zhan is going to use his innate sword bones and hold Bai Lu to stimulate the killing sword killing intent and break through the Qi Domain Field here!

After Ling Zhan finished shouting, the sunglasses on his forehead couldn't bear the pressure and turned into powder, Ling Zhan stepped forward in front of his chest, drew his sword in anger, and sent out three crescent moon sword arcs with fire intent, the sword intent condensed into substance, instantly broke through the limit of thirty meters, and slashed towards the flower room!