"Senior Brother Liu Can, do you think Wen Xie will not be this person's opponent?"
Hearing Liu Can's words, Liu Bao couldn't help but turn his head and cast a doubtful look at Liu Can.
Wen Xie is the master of Tianshang Peak and ranks as the fourteenth false holy son of the Holy Land of the Emperor.
His strength is far superior to Zhongli Yao and Li Jie.
In Liu Bao's eyes, Ling Tian's defeat of Zhong Lizao and Li Jie was nothing.
Because Wen Xie also has the strength to defeat the two of them easily.
He believed that Wen Xie was enough to defeat Ling Tian, and there was no need for him to take action.
"So what if it's this person's opponent? Judging from the strength that Ling Tian showed just now, his strength is on par with Wen Xie. Even if Wen Xie has the ability to defeat Ling Tian, he will never be able to seriously injure Ling Tian!"
Liu Can explained coldly.
Before today, he had great confidence in Wen Xie.
But with the end of the two wars, his views have completely changed.
"Will Wen Xie let him go?"
Liu Bao understood what Liu Can meant, and while looking at the battle circle, he muttered something.
At this moment, he undoubtedly understood what Liu Can meant.
What Liu Can wants is not to defeat Ling Tian, but to severely injure Ling Tian!
And Wen Xie obviously doesn't have this ability yet.
"Wen Xie is a smart man."
Liu Can narrowed his eyes slightly and didn't explain much to Liu Bao.
Under Tiantui Peak, it is getting more and more lively.
As Ling Tian defeated Zhong Lizao and Li Jie one after another, the mood of everyone who was originally watching the excitement was also unprecedentedly high.
Many people are glad that they are here today and can enjoy such a rare scene.
bass!
"Draw your sword!"
In the battle circle, Wen Xie's long sword was unsheathed and pointed at Ling Tiandao.
When Liu Baiyi in the crowd saw this, his eyes seemed to fluctuate a little.
In the previous two battles, Ling Tian had never used a sword.
The reason is simply that Zhongli Yao and Li Jie are too weak.
But now, the person he faced was Wen Xie.
If you don't use a sword, you will undoubtedly look a little conceited.
Liu Baiyi believes that Ling Tian will definitely use his sword in this battle!
In this way, he could also experience Ling Tian's sword technique first.
"Why?"
Just when everyone thought Ling Tian was going to take the sword, he suddenly asked.
Listening to his intentions, there is no doubt that he still has no intention of drawing a sword.
This also made Liu Baiyi's expression condensed again.
Everyone around him was also puzzled as to why Ling Tian was still so confident.
Facing Wen Xie, why don't you draw your sword?
"Why?"
Wen Xie was also confused by Ling Tian's question for a moment.
Does this still need a reason?
"You and I are both sword cultivators. Drawing a sword is a sign of respect for the opponent! Don't think that I will be as useless as Zhongli Yao and Li Jie!"
Even though Ling Tian didn't say anything, Wen Xie still felt the trace of contempt in Ling Tian's eyes.
His eyes became completely cold due to this.
"You are not a real swordsman!"
Ling Tian shook his head and said indifferently, showing his contempt for Wen Xie.
In front of Ling Tian, who has clairvoyance, Wen Xie's true identity was clearly seen.
Although Wen Xie fought with a sword, he had no sword soul.
His soul is an evil eye!
Those who practice are also possessed by the power of evil!
In this way, how can it be regarded as a pure sword cultivator?
"Ah!"
Wen Xie sneered and had no intention of talking nonsense to Ling Tian.
In his opinion, it would be better for Ling Tian not to draw his sword.
He will make Ling Tian pay for his carelessness!
"Since you have no intention of drawing the sword. Then, look at the sword!"
After another cold words, Wen Xie's figure suddenly jumped up.
An evil light flashed out from his eyes, and the long sword trembled, flashing an evil light and killing Ling Tian.
Although Ling Tian had a look of contempt on his face, he didn't dare to be too careless in his heart.
The moment Wen Xie raised his sword and came out, he was also ready to fight. The fist of chaos blasted out, roaring forward with a wind of chaos.
boom!
The sword light shot out, instantly cutting the chaos fist light into pieces.
The power of evil will bloomed in Wen Xie's body, and the strange sword light turned into tens of millions, as if the blade of endless evil washed towards Ling Tian like a torrential rain.
Roar!
Seeing this, Ling Tian stepped back and jumped back.
The demon's will suddenly jumped out of his body, and the sound of the dragon's roar resounded, erupting with a heart-shaking power.
Dragon scale armor covered his body, golden light flowed, and dragon energy filled the air.
Everyone saw him crossing his arms in front of himself to protect his face, letting the evil blades cut through the dragon scale armor without dodging.
The Demon God Art has three changes.
Once transformed, his palms turned into dragon claws.
Second transformation, dragon scale armor appears.
Three transformations, transforming into a real dragon.
The incarnation of a real dragon, although powerful, cannot last for many breaths.
Considering that he would have to face Liu Bao later, he had no intention of transforming into a dragon and fighting in this battle.
In his opinion, just using the second transformation is enough to defeat Wen Xie.
The evil blade struck like a torrential rain, and everyone focused their eyes again, only to see dense sword marks emerging from the dragon scale armor on Ling Tian's body, which was shocking.
"He is indeed the Fourteenth False Holy Son of the Holy Land of the Emperor. Wen Xie's strength is indeed extraordinary."
"Although Wen Xie never controlled the will of the sword, with the blessing of Xie's will, his sword is also very terrifying."
"However, it seems that his offensive still failed to hurt Ling Tian..."
Everyone onlookers were a little amazed at Wen Xie's strength, but when they looked at Ling Tian, they saw Ling Tian's arms that were originally crossed in front of him slowly lowered.
The dragon scale armor on Ling Tian's body seemed to be full of sword marks, but these sword marks seemed to be only left on the surface of the dragon scale armor and failed to hurt Ling Tian.
"Your sword, no!"
A cold voice came out of Ling Tian's mouth.
The whole space immediately became quiet.
At this moment, Ling Tian was still mocking Wen Xie...
Can't we talk about Wenxie's Sword?
"hehe!"
Wen Xie sneered, "The armor you're wearing is indeed amazingly defensive! It's a pity that it's not a real armor after all. I want to see how many of my swords it can block!"
"If I can block your first sword, I can naturally block your second sword!"
Ling Tian smiled teasingly, and the true power spread out from his body, and the dragon scale armor began to glow with golden brilliance.
When the golden light dissipated, the dragon scale armor that was originally covered with sword marks returned to its original state, seemingly intact.
"Um?"
Wen Xie's eyes narrowed.
Soon, he saw some clues from the changes in Ling Tian, and then sneered again, "Repairing this armor has consumed a lot of your true energy, right? You will definitely lose this battle!"
As soon as he finished speaking, his figure trembled and he swung his sword again. With a terrifying evil will, he rushed towards Ling Tian.
The dragon scale armor was transformed by Ling Tian's demonic transformation and was not a real armor.
Ling Tian repaired it and made it intact as before, which naturally required the use of real energy.
Although Wen Xie suppressed his cultivation to the fourth level of the True Yuan Realm, the reserves of True Yuan power in his body were obviously greater than Ling Tian, whose true cultivation level was the fourth level of the True Yuan Realm.
This also gave him an illusion.
After a long battle, Ling Tian will be defeated!
"Do you think I must take your sword forcefully?"
Ling Tian undoubtedly understood the meaning behind Wen Xie's words. Seeing the opponent holding a sword to kill him, he simply stopped hiding his clumsiness.
Release the dragon energy, step out, and pounce on the opponent's sword.
