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Looking at the appearance of the Saber Tyrant Lord, Yang Qi secretly sighed. He thought that his opponent this time was "Evil Sea Cliff" and wasn't afraid of anyone, but now it seemed that he was wrong.

Other people thought that just a single glance at the sharpness of the blade in the hands would cause their eyes to bleed. In truth, this was not the sharpness of the blade, but the sharpness of his spirit.

"You people actually want to peek at the Alliance Master's throne?" Dao Ba, Ling Tian, said, "All of you get lost, the Alliance Master's throne is not something you can peek at."

The opponent's blade technique had already reached a state of being able to shock the world and make the spirits cry. It was almost a civilization that could create a blade, the era of a blade, the chapter of a blade, and the history of a blade.

Saber arts dominated the world, so they were called Saber Tyrants.

"Mortal King Mu, Palace Head Su Xin and Hall Master Huangfu, I wonder if I have the qualifications to become the Alliance Head?" Saber Tyrant, Ling Tian, said to the three ultimate experts.

"I didn't think that Young Master Ling Tian was actually still alive. Furthermore, his sword skills have become even more profound. This is truly a cause for celebration." "However, it seems that this battle for hegemony is not over yet. If Young Master Ling Tian wants to become the chief alliance master of our Great Sect Assembly, then he must accept many challenges. The opponents he defeated earlier are only a bunch of stars.

"Alright, I also know that this blade is not enough for me to obtain the position of chief. However, I want to see who dares to challenge my blade technique this time around!"

Dao Ba, Ling Tian stood with his blade held horizontally, and roared: "Who dares to come up?"

"I dare!"

Rumble …

The moment both of his feet touched the ground, everyone felt the ground shake, and the ground seemed to be gently shaking. This iron tower-like burly man had a pair of iron-like fists, and his whole body revealed his steel-like body. One look and one could tell that he was an extremely powerful battle machine.

"Who are you?" Dao Ba, Ling Tian said.

"2,000 ranks of the Immortal World, Nieluo Immortal World, Ironfist!" A trace of a sinister smile appeared on the face of the burly man as he said, "How could you, a sect on the Ancient Path of the Gods, be more precious than the aboriginals in our tomb?" We are the noble blood that was born from the tomb. "

"Iron Punch?" Saber Tyrant, Ling Tian, revealed a pretty smile on his face. He moved his feet, and with a sudden stroke, he arrived at the neck of Ironfist without a sound.

All of a sudden, Tie Zhongzhong's wrist moved. His five fingers caught the edge of the blade, and the blade trembled like a silver bell. He was unable to pull it back.

"Pretty boy, why do you call him Saber Tyrant?" Iron Fist said, "Go back and drink some milk!" As he spoke, his five fingers glowed with a light akin to black iron, engulfing everything in their path. It was simply invulnerable.

"Ice cannot break water!"

Swish

Dao Ba, Ling Tian's blade technique trembled. The blade seemed to have been possessed by a ghost as it trembled and struggled, flying out. His body moved like a willow floating, arriving behind the Iron-Center Fist, slashing down with his blade.

Tie Zhongzhong turned around and without any fancy tricks, he threw a punch at the edge of the blade, but the blade was deflected and went straight for his thigh. The two of them were on the arena, engaging in a life and death battle.

Yang Qi could see that Dao Ba, Ling Tian's blade technique was exquisite and incomparably sharp, but his Iron Fist Art had also reached the pinnacle of perfection. Every fist was concentrated with fist power, like a high-speed spiral, able to penetrate the immortal world, hitting the edge of the blade, neutralizing the sharp aura, and training in the supreme qi technique, "True Divine Iron Force", condensing it all over his body, it was like iron, it was indestructible, this iron was not ordinary iron, wherever the Iron Fist went, it could withstand all kinds of slashes.

Both of them had a spiritual energy rating of 90 or higher, and their energy levels had also reached around 7,000 points. When they fought, it was as if they were evenly matched, unable to be separated.

Yang Qi nodded as he watched the battle between these two experts. This was the real fight.

Their moves were exquisite and experienced when facing the enemy. They had fought countless times and each of their moves were as natural as a rainbow passing through the sky. They were like ravines created by the flowing water of the great Dao, full of a natural flavor.

When it came to the changes in moves, Yang Ke felt that they were all better than him. Although he had gone through countless battles, he was still only a beginner. His battle experience was far less than these people's, who had been fighting on the Ancient Path of Gods for billions of years.

KILL

Suddenly, Saber Tyrant, Young Master Ling Tian felt that if they continued fighting like this, he would unleash a powerful Saber Technique.

"Deadwood Evening Spring!"

"The Milky Way is upside down!"

"God's Gaze"

"The stars shine" …

It was unknown whether he had created this set of sabresmanship himself, or whether he had learned the secret arts of the gods from the depths of time and space, but with a slight movement, he created many heavenly images. Sometimes he created this sabresmanship, but whether he had created it himself, or whether he had created the secret arts of the gods from the depths of time and space, with a slight movement, he created many celestial phenomena.

In an instant, the blade Qi enveloped the Iron Zhong Fist.

Ironfist roaring in the midst of it, was also using all sorts of Qi arts, but no matter how he used it, he was unable to escape from the blade technique of the young master, the Ghost God's unfathomable Great Way of Qi.

With the saber's aura, the head fell to the ground.

Swish

Suddenly, everyone saw a bloody light. With a flash of the blade, a head flew into the air. It turned out that Ironfist's head had been chopped off by Sword Lord Ling Tian.

He issued a mournful scream, and his head flew in the air. The crowd saw the incredulous expression on his face, as if something terrible had happened to him. No one present could clearly see how he had performed that strike.

However, Yang Qi could see clearly that in the blink of an eye, the Blade Tyrant Ling Tian had summoned an invincible force that could even break the opponent's Divine Iron True Divine True Divine Light, which he then chopped down on his head.

However, even after decapitating, Iron Punch was not dead. He moved his body, and the headless body smashed towards Dao Ba, Ling Tian, with hundreds of punches, immediately forcing Ling Tian to retreat. He extended his hand out to grab his head, and with a swoosh, he flew past the stage, flying far away.

"Brat, just you wait … I won't let you go …" When everyone saw this scene, they also felt their hairs stand on end. A large man carried his head and madly ran through the air while dripping with blood. In a panic, he fled for his life.

"Hmph! You've been hit by my Soul Slaying Sabre Art, and your head can't be reattached. If you don't die, you'll at least be severely injured. You still have the mood to seek revenge?" "I have trained for hundreds of millions of years and learned this godly saber move just to kill the law enforcers of the Ancient Road. Although you tombs are blessed with great stature, you are still incomparable to the law enforcers of the Ancient Road. What use do you have for resisting my saber?"

"Tsk tsk, tsk tsk …" He reached the top of the stairs, and in the blink of an eye, a king appeared. This king wore golden clothes and had a gloomy expression on his face, "You killed my brother, Iron Center Fist, but I'm here for revenge. I, Iron Eagle, have come to meet you to see what ability you have, pretty boy!"

Whoosh!

His hands moved, and a glove appeared on his hands. This glove was made of divine iron, and it was used as a weapon by the gods. With a sudden movement, he moved like a ghost, accelerating faster and faster, as though his entire body was weightless, and he ruthlessly attacked Dao Ba, Ling Tian.

It was another tomb dweller, and he was also Iron Punch's brother.

Everyone was shocked. They didn't know how many experts there were in this tomb.

Yang Qi saw that the man named Tie Zhongying was fighting with the tyrant, Ling Tian, and his body started to slow down a little. Obviously, he had used up a lot of his Essence during the fight with Tie Zhong.

Every claw was covering the world, tearing the sky apart. It was like the legendary "Thirty-six Hands of Soul-Ripping," grabbing and sucking in more and more. When everyone saw this, they were all shocked, knowing that if they were in his position, they would be torn apart.

Clonk! Clonk! Clonk!

Saber Tyrant used Ling Tian's Saber Art again, and used a huge force suddenly on his body.

After a thousand collisions, he suddenly slashed the Iron Eagle's waist. The Iron Eagle's body was immediately split in two. He let out a miserable cry and the two halves of his body flew out. "Kid, just you wait, my brother will come for revenge."

Swish! Swish! Swish!

This young man held a long sword in his hand. His sword was like the wind as he unleashed his most powerful attack against Saber Tyrant, Ling Tian. Every time he attacked, a spark would explode from his sword.

These sparks transformed into fist-sized sparks that danced in the air.

This wasn't what everyone was surprised about. They'd never thought that the Iron family brothers were all so strong.

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