Lingtian Sovereign

Seeing Ling Tian taking out a wooden sword, Xue Jian's expression changed slightly.

"Wooden sword?"

Xue Jian murmured, and the killing intent in his eyes became more intense.

For a swordsman, in a battle of life and death, if the opponent takes out the wooden sword, it is tantamount to humiliating.

Accompanied by the dazzling brilliance of the four spirit wheels behind him, the blood sword stepped on it, and the long sword pointed out.

The bloody sword light was like a torrent, filled with a terrifying murderous aura, and charged towards Ling Tian.

Ling Tian's eyes narrowed slightly, and the Shenmu sword moved slightly in his hand.

The incomparably surging power of chaos gushed out of his body, and finally gathered on the Shenmu sword in his hand.

Ruoyouruowu's sword energy is constantly accumulating, as if it might erupt at any time!

In his previous life, he was the famous Sword Saint Ling Tian in the Ancient Continent!

Controlling the sword energy is nothing more than the simplest thing.

It's just that because of his limited cultivation, he couldn't condense sword energy before.

But last night, the Chaos Scripture he practiced broke through to the No.19 floor, the fountain of chaos condensed, and the sword energy came into being!

boom!

Suddenly, Ling Tian struck out with a sword.

The sword was like thunder, a crackling sound resounded, and the lightning flashed away.

"Thunder Sword Technique!"

Chu Tong in the attic whispered subconsciously.

As a disciple of the Sword God Sect, Chu Tong naturally recognized the sword technique Ling Tian was talking about.

It is the first-level martial art of the Sword God Sect, the Thunderbolt Swordsmanship.

"When did this guy learn the Thunder Sword Technique?"

The expression on Chu Tong's face couldn't help but become amused.

The biggest gap between a disciple of a great sect and an ordinary martial artist is resources.

There are many types of resources.

The pills needed for cultivation are resources, and martial arts are also resources.

Although the blood sword's strength is not weak, it is not from the great sect after all.

His most powerful swordsmanship is after all only the mysterious swordsmanship.

Although, his Xuan-level swordsmanship has also been cultivated to the artistic conception.

But in terms of power, it is still not as good as the earth-level swordsmanship.

Ling Tian's thunder-shocking sword technique, the sword is like thunder, although it has not reached the artistic conception, it has also reached the level of perfection.

boom!

Lightning flashed, and Ling Tian swung away the killing move made by the blood sword with a single sword.

Immediately, another sword was struck out with lightning speed.

Before the blood sword had time to react, it pierced the opponent's throat with the Shenmu sword in his hand.

thump!

The throat was pierced by the Shenmu sword, and as Ling Tian drew the sword, Xue Jian's body instantly fell down.

call!

Ling Tian let out a long sigh of relief.

It seemed that it was very easy for him to kill the blood sword.

However, his cultivation is flawed.

The use of earth-level martial arts consumes the power of chaos extremely.

He had already performed the thousand handprints before, but now it is extremely difficult to perform the thunder sword technique.

If he couldn't kill the blood sword with the sword just now, then the battle would be passive in the future.

Fortunately, he succeeded.

In the auditorium of the prison arena, everyone watched Ling Tian complete the reversal in an instant, and they were stunned for two seconds.

Immediately afterwards, it boiled.

"What a powerful sword move!"

"It's no wonder that Qianlong is a disciple of the Sword God Sect, and his swordsmanship is outstanding!"

"I just said that a disciple of the Sword God Sect is not ordinary. His sword was so fast just now, I was dazzled!"

"Even the Blood Sword is no match for Qianlong, so who will Qianlong fight next?"

All of a sudden, there were voices of discussion and praise in the Prisoner Arena.

Above the attic, Xingyu's face is a bit unsightly at the moment.

"I also really want to know, who do you plan to send against my little junior brother in the next few battles?"

Chu Tong had a funny look on his face, and smiled jokingly, looking at Xingyu at this moment.

Xingyu, who has always been good at words, was surprisingly silent at this time.

Obviously, she didn't think about this problem well.

If Ling Tian narrowly wins this battle, then she can arrange for a strong man whose strength is close to that of Blood Sword to fight in the next battle.

However, Ling Tian did not win this battle by a narrow margin.

The first-level cultivation of the Spirit Wheel Realm, powerful sword energy, and the ground-level swordsmanship of the Perfect Realm.

Ordinary spirit wheel level [-] powerhouses are probably no match for Ling Tian.

"What? Are you out of ideas?"

Seeing that Xingyu was silent, Chu Tong asked again at this moment.

Hearing the sound, Xing Yu glared at Chu Tong, "I shouldn't have helped you in the first place and accepted this perverted guy."

She's a bit stuck right now.

If you send a weaker person to fight Ling Tian, ​​it is tantamount to giving Ling Tian a head.

But if they sent someone too strong to fight, they would probably kill Ling Tian.

In this way, the odds of the Prisoner Arena gambling are not easy to open, and the Prisoner Arena faces losses.

No matter how you look at it, losses cannot be avoided.

"I do have an idea, which can help you resolve the embarrassment in front of you."

Chu Tong smiled.

Judging by her appearance, it seems that Xingyu has been considered for a long time.

This time, she brought Ling Tian to Happy City to stimulate Ling Tian's potential.

Today, the goal has almost been achieved.

It doesn't make much sense for Ling Tian to stay in the Xiaoyao City Prison Arena.

So, she has other plans.

"What's the idea?"

Xingyu cast a suspicious look at Chu Tong.

Chu Tong smiled, then got up and walked towards Xingyu, put his head close to Xingyu's ear and said a few words.

Xingyu understood Chu Tong's meaning, opened his eyes slightly, and couldn't help casting a surprised look at Chu Tong, "You are really ruthless as a senior sister!"

At this time, Ling Tian had already returned to the secret room accompanied by the man in black.

The battle with the blood sword just now cost him a lot.

So he didn't plan to start the next battle immediately.

He thought that there would be other prison fights in the future, so he took the time to adjust his breath.

But unexpectedly, the next battle has not come yet.

Soon, it was getting dark.

In the middle of the night, the door of the secret room opened.

The man in black came in from the door.

"It's so late, is there still a prisoner fight in the prisoner's arena?"

During the day, he had only fought one prisoner fight, and Ben was puzzled by it.

At this moment, the man in black came here late at night, which made him even more puzzled.

Facing Ling Tian's question, the man in black did not answer.

He just threw some clothes at Ling Tian, ​​"Put it on and follow me!"

Ling Tian looked at the clothes thrown by the man in black. It was a black robe with a hood.

Immediately, the confusion on his face became more and more intense.

But confusion is confusion.

In the end, he obediently complied.

"go!"

After Ling Tian put on the hooded black robe, the man in black immediately ordered Ling Tian.

After that, the two left the secret room together.

However, this time, they did not set foot on the road to Prison Arena.

Shuttle among the underground secret passages, Ling Tian was surprised to find that there was no one on the road.

Not long after, led by the man in black, the two arrived outside Happy City.

"What does it mean?"

Standing in the darkness, Ling Tian looked at the brightly lit Happy City behind him, and couldn't help but want to ask the man in black what happened.

"From this moment on, you are free! You can leave Happy City!"

The man in black said indifferently.

After speaking, he turned around and planned to return to Happy City!

"I am free?"

Ling Tian was flustered in the wind, with a dazed expression on his face.

According to what Xingyu said earlier, he would have to survive fifteen days in the Prison Arena, or win a hundred matches in a row, before he could be free.

But now, he has only been in prison for six days.

The winning streak is only 51 games.

How did Prisoner Arena give him freedom?

"Where is my senior sister now?"

Seeing the figure of the man in black go further and further away, Ling Tian immediately shouted at him.