The ancient martial artist claimed to have a half-step transformation realm, a monk who could be proud of the world's blood condensation realm, and even challenged a peerless master of the transformation realm like Xie Lingtian.

He stretched out his hand and sent out a pale golden absorbing force, absorbing the ancient spear from the bone mountain, where the Xiongwan Island Lord had fallen, and it exuded a cold evil aura.

"Why, don't you dare to fight me to the death? The Transformational Realm cultivators in the cultivation world today have not experienced the storm and tribulation, and they have no realm but no actual combat ability. The ancient martial artist stared at Xie Lingtian and sneered disdainfully.

"What an arrogant guy, where does your sense of superiority come from?, is it because you are a monk in ancient times?" Xie Lingtian sneered, and with a sonorous sound, he pulled out the frost long sword, beckoned to the ancient martial artist, and said, "Come on, let Elder Ben see what rampant capital you have." ”

"Frog at the bottom of the well, then I will do what you wish!" the ancient warrior raised his pitch-black spear and came with heavy steps.

With each step, the crack at his feet stretched forward, cracking like a spider's web, and this momentum was even more powerful than when he had dealt with the red-haired old man, who had decided to use his true strength.

The steps of the ancient warriors became more and more majestic, like waves in the rivers and seas, layer upon layer, and the more they went to the back, the stronger they accumulated.

There is a soul-stirring sound that comes from the sound of his heavy footsteps, like the beating of a drum.

In the rolling sky of colorful clouds, meteors swept by, and lightning like pythons rushed through the clouds, making a piercing sound of "snort".

The monks present were quite shocked that this mysterious footwork of the ancient martial artist could actually attract the momentum of heaven and earth, and they all used this momentum for their own use.

Xie Lingtian had been holding the Frost Long Sword, standing there quietly, a moon-white robe hunting in the wind, his back was straight, and the figure of the ancient martial artist was reflected in his pupils, constantly approaching.

Several monks couldn't control the surging qi and blood, spit out blood, and dodged back for more than a dozen zhang.

"Purple Light Nine Breaks!"

The ancient martial artist let out a loud shout, and when he was thirty zhang away from Xie Lingtian, his body suddenly moved, and layers of purple phantoms remained, like a thunderbolt suddenly bombarded out.

Xie Lingtian was not shocked, his body was elegant, and his right hand swung his sword to emit five sword qi light curtains in a row, relieving the downward pressure. His left hand quickly changed spells, and he recited obscure incantations in his mouth.

"Ice Pole!"

Xie Lingtian slashed out with his sword, the sword moved with him, and in the dazzling white light, a large piece of crystal-like ice immediately sealed the ancient martial artist in it.

In the ice, but seeing the ancient warrior holding the pitch-black spear with both hands, the muscles on his body were knotted, the green tendons were bulging, and the tip of the spear had a dark golden halo flickering, and the cold ice nearby inevitably began to melt.

Worthy of being the elder of the Nine Great Sects of the Immortal Dao, Xie Lingtian had a kind of grandmaster bearing, stepping on the wind, leaping up, and stabbing a sword in the colorful clouds.

"The Shining Spirits in the Sky!"

Xie Lingtian could be described as a combination of human swords, turning into a cold white light that roared down, and when it was more than twenty feet above the ground, it suddenly differentiated into hundreds of sword lights with almost the same power.

Lin Feng, who was watching the battle from a distance, could clearly feel the strong aura fluctuations contained in these sword lights, and with his keen eyes, he found that there were rune marks flickering at the end of the sword lights, which was definitely not ordinary sword qi.

"Sneer~"

With a piercing cracking sound, the huge solid ice turned into nothing, and the ancient warriors who were frozen in it and could not move completely endured this "Shining Spirit Rush into the Sky".

The smoke cleared, but seeing that the ancient warrior's body was ragged, covered with scars, and blood was pouring out, he still stood up straight, raised the pitch-black spear, and sneered: "Is this your full attack? If the shape-shifting cultivators in the cultivation world are all of this level today, it would be too disappointing to me." ”

"Shining Spirit Chongxiao is a sword qi containing runes, you didn't even hurt the roots, how did you do it?" Xie Lingtian was a little curious.

"What's the fuss, haven't you heard that in ancient times, the cultivation method was mainly divided into body refining and qi training? I am a body refining martial artist, and I have the body of the Demon Mountain, and you can't break through my defenses. The ancient warrior sneered, "Now, you can also try my special move!"

The ancient warrior clenched the pitch-black ancient spear in both hands, his body arched, and in an extremely strange posture, he swooped out, and the air was rippled like water by the impact of this fierce energy.

His speed was extremely fast, and he was extremely violent, and a spear stabbed out, and the dark red halo that lingered at the tip seemed to ignite the void.

The Frost Long Sword in Xie Lingtian's hand kept swinging, extremely subtle and complex, and it was as if a three-foot-square ice crystal shield had condensed in front of him at the moment when the pitch-black ancient spear stabbed at it.

"Click~"

A dazzling dark red halo and white ice crystal light intertwined, and it suddenly broke through, and the ice crystal shield shattered.

The pitch-black ancient spear continued unabated, and with a swing of its tip, it shook the frost long sword away and slammed it into Xie Lingtian's shoulder.

"The cultivation world is really declining now!" the ancient martial artist sighed in disappointment, and provoked Xie Lingtian with a pitch-black ancient spear, smashing it towards the Bone Mountain.

The roar resounded through this void, Xie Lingtian crashed into the Bone Mountain, his body submerged in it, and the scene of being suppressed like this made many monks feel cold in their hearts.

Why were the body refining martial artists in ancient times so powerful, and the half-step transformation realm could suppress the current transformation realm cultivators?

The ancient warrior sneered, raised the pitch-black ancient spear and walked towards everyone, and said, "This old bald donkey is also a Transfiguration Realm monk, seeing that your aura is restrained and not good at attacking, I will also send you back to the West today." ”

"The demon is rampant, I haven't been defeated yet!" A white figure flew from the mountain of bones, dressed in white like snow and holding a frost sword, it was Xie Lingtian.

"Elder Xie, do you need us to step forward for support?" Lin Feng asked.

"I'm a peerless master of the Transfiguration Realm, if I can't clean up this demon, what face do I have? I don't need you to make a move, I am enough to kill him with one sword per person!" Xie Lingtian usually seems to be chic and uninhibited, but when he encounters a major event, he will become calm and tenacious.

"Bang~Bang~Bang~"

Almost no one reacted, Xie Lingtian was knocked away, and the frost long sword in his hand had already fallen.

He was thrown in the void, and there was a figure jumping above him, it was the ancient warrior, he was the best at hand-to-hand combat, and the exquisite ancient martial arts were displayed, like the water that broke the embankment, it was difficult to resist.

Xie Lingtian's cultivation is of course extremely strong, but he was a little uncomfortable by the special combat style of this ancient martial artist, in the process of being bombarded by the frenzy, he used the spiritual power in his body to protect the vital points around his body, and his thoughts were surging, the more he was in the moment of crisis, the more calm he became.

However, from the perspective of the spectators, Xie Lingtian looked a little embarrassed, and it seemed that he couldn't help being beaten by the ancient martial artists, and Lin Feng, the disciples of the Jiuding Sect, couldn't bear to look at it.

"How did a martial artist in ancient times cultivate and be able to perform martial arts to such an extent?" Lin Feng was shocked in his heart.

In his impression, the peerless powerhouse of the Transfiguration Realm was so high, and now it was far from it. The Transformation Realm is completely different from the Blood Condensation Realm, which can be described as the difference between cloud and mud, and this ancient martial artist gave Elder Xie a head start with his superb ancient martial arts skills with the strength of the late stage of the Blood Condensation Ninefold Golden Pill, that is, the half-step Transformation Realm.

"Xiongdao Lord, it seems that this demon is unstoppable, let's retreat as soon as possible and find an exit from the Heavenly Void Palace!" the sinister Mo Qiu whispered in the ear of Xiongwan, the Lord of Miluo Island.

The Lord of Xiongwan Island had already crawled out of the mountain of bones just now, and now he was gray-faced, his hair was scattered, and his robe was mottled with blood, how could he have his usual majesty, he was very satisfied with Mo Qiu's proposal, and nodded slightly.

Lin Feng's ear power was excellent, and he had already heard Mo Qiu's words, and said in a deep voice: "At the moment of the great calamity, you two actually retreated from the battle, what is the morality that you usually keep talking about?"

Xiong Wandao sneered and stared at Lin Feng and said, "In this kind of place, for you unlucky ghosts who have not lived for a long time, I don't have to pretend to be sanctimonious anymore. You can run away if you want to, and no one will stop you, will you?"

Then, Mo Qiu helped him and hurriedly fled.

The corners of Lin Feng's mouth flashed with a cold smile, he snatched the Fang Tian painting halberd in Li Zhou's hand, and snorted: "It's still easy to use." ”

Fang Tian's painting halberd was wrapped in a strong turquoise qi, like a meteor crossing the sky, directly piercing through Mo Qiu and Xiongwan Island Lord, which can be described as killing two birds with one stone.

When the two of them fled in panic, they didn't pay much attention to defense, and Lin Feng threw a halberd with all his might, which immediately shattered Mo Qiu's heart and killed him immediately.

And because the master of Xiongwan Island is cultivating to a half-step transformation realm, he has not hurt the fundamentals, and he has not yet lost his breath. However, due to the fact that he had been injured too badly in the previous battle with the ancient martial artist, and the essence and blood energy had suffered a heavy loss, it was difficult for him to get out of this Fang Tian Painting Halberd now, so he could only lie there like a corpse.

A generation of heroes, when they were defeated, what happened was so unbearable.

And the peerless powerhouse of the Transformation Realm, Xie Lingtian has been bombarded by the ancient martial artists for so long, his body is scarred, and it is extremely tragic, and his snow-white clothes have been stained red with blood.

Suddenly, he shook the ancient martial artist away with the energy he had gathered for so long, and shouted, "You madman, you are killing yourself, no wonder Elder Ben!"

The ancient martial artist looked up at Xie Lingtian, who was still in the void, and sneered, "I can't beat you anymore, and you dare to speak wildly?"

"Hmph, try my Jiuding Sect, Vermilion Bird!" Xie Lingtian looked up to the sky and let out a long roar, the magic technique in his hand was unpredictable, and the scarred body made a crackling bone vibration sound.

A clear phoenix roar resounded through this void, but seeing that Elder Xie Lingtian's eyebrows released a fiery red light and shadow, it quickly became larger and turned into a flame bird, this was the natal beast soul of the Transformation Realm cultivator!

The Flame Bird was somewhat similar to the Phoenix, but its form was a little blurry, hovering and flying in the void behind Xie Lingtian, and the blazing flames reflected the void red.

The ancient martial artist wanted to quickly approach and suppress Xie Lingtian again, but unexpectedly, the coercion coming from the void was as strong as a giant mountain, and it was extremely intense.

So he knew that this trick was extremely powerful, and he had to resist it with all his might, so he immediately activated the ancient Xuangong in his body, and the dark red halo on the pitch-black spear flowed, and he said to himself: "I have killed several Transfiguration Realm cultivators, and you will also become my revenant soul today!"