Painting of the Nine Immortals Chapter 2272: Winning streak

In the cave, the strong man's mouth was bleeding, and he looked at Ling Xian complicatedly. Ω small "said" ┡

There is shock, bitterness, and fear.

Just **** broke his sharp spear. What a powerful force is this?

"It's another one to defeat, how strong is this person?"

"What a terrifying force, it is definitely a force of the same level!"

"No wonder he said that this time the Immortal Talisman Sect will not be at the bottom again. With such a terrifying power, it is possible to hit the top three!"

Everyone was shocked, and they looked at Ling Xian without a trace of contempt.

Too powerful, defeating the monk in the early stage of entering the holy realm with one move, such a terrible power, even the monk in the middle of entering the holy realm, dare not despise it!

"Who is the fifth person?" Ling Xian looked calm, as if he had done a trivial thing, instead of suppressing a strong man in the early stage of entering the Holy Realm.

"You are very strong, but I want to try."

A middle-aged woman stood up, and the golden sword emerged, with awe-inspiring killing intent and showing her sharp edge.

"Come on." Ling Xian smiled faintly, still did not get up.

The middle-aged woman is a bit better than the sturdy man, but it's just an ordinary cultivator at the beginning of the ninth stage, and she doesn't have the qualifications to get him up.

"Watch out." The middle-aged woman looked solemn, and the golden sword shone brightly.

In the next instant, the shadow of a sword of thousands of feet appeared, the edge was shining, and the fierce and mighty shocked the universe.

"Nice supernatural power, but unfortunately, it can't hurt me." Ling Xian's mouth smiled, and with the flick of his fingers, the sky-shaking power swept out, powerfully shattering the sword shadow.

Crack!

The divine sword split, and the middle-aged woman coughed up blood, and her face became pale.

This scene made everyone present even more shocked. Unexpectedly, even the fifth-ranked middle-aged woman could not do anything with Ling Xian.

"Who is ranked fourth?"

Ling Xian spoke lightly, so that everyone present refreshed, and all turned their eyes to a man in Tsing Yi.

In response to the expectations of everyone, the man in Tsing Yi stood up and stared at Lingxian and said: "I am the middle-stage cultivator of the Holy Realm. Are you sure you want to leapfrog?"

"The purpose of coming here is twofold, one is to win a good ranking for Xianfuzong, and the other is to move muscles and bones."

Ling Xian smiled faintly, none of the cultivators who were present at the early stage of entering the Holy Land were his enemies.

Only those who are strong in the middle stage of the holy realm can make him know the truth.

"What an active muscle."

The man in Tsing Yi took a deep look at Ling Xian and said: "Since you are determined to fight, then I will fulfill you. If you lose, don't blame me for not giving you face."

After finishing speaking, he appeared ghostly behind Ling Xian, a palm fell, and the sky opened.

"The degree is good." Ling Xian's expression was calm, and the emperor swept through with a punch.

Boom!

The aftermath swept across and collapsed the void, but failed to break the mahogany chair.

Not because the mahogany seat is indestructible, but because Ling Xian is sitting on it.

He is as tall as a mountain, not to mention bleeding from the corners of his mouth, not even a trace of movement.

"Even the strong in the mid-stage of the Holy Realm can't help him?"

"This is too strong. Is he really a human? How do I think he is a pure blood dragon?"

"What a terrible strength, the strongest person in the middle of the holy realm will not fall behind, he is stronger than we thought!"

Everyone was shocked, and I didn't expect to see a leapfrog fight, and they would appear in front of them alive.

"No wonder you are so arrogant."

The man in Tsing Yi sneered, and nine divine lights appeared in the Jieyin room. Although there was no great momentum, it shocked everyone present.

It's too strong, just the momentum makes the cultivators in the early stage of the Ninth Realm toss with blood.

"Nice magical powers." Ling Xian's eyes were deep, his hand pinched the invincible fist mark, the light rushed into the sky, fierce and mighty.

Suddenly, the entire cave sky shook violently, and it was difficult to withstand the strength of his getting serious.

In the next instant, the emperor fist swept across the air, slamming the nine divine lights.

Boom!

The loud noise shook the sky, and the aftermath swept away. Except for the gray-clothed old man and the red old man, the rest of them all had bleeding from the corners of their mouths and backed away again and again.

They are too powerful, but fortunately they are not in the center of the explosion, otherwise, they will definitely die.

Puff!

Blood spurted out, and the man in Tsing Yi retreated a hundred feet before barely stabilizing his figure.

The face was pale as paper, filled with shock and fear.

The same is true for everyone present, even the most powerful red old man has a huge wave in his heart.

Just because Ling Xian had nothing to do, let alone vomiting blood, he didn't even get up.

This is really incredible, even Meng Changhe, who knew he was strong, didn't even think of it.

Be aware that the man in Tsing Yi is a strong man in the mid-stage of entering the holy realm. It is enough to suppress him. He didn't even suffer any injuries, which is incredible!

"Is my eyes dazzled? How can he be all right?"

"It's so abnormal, it's just a monster!"

"Unbelievable, if he is a monk in the middle of entering the holy realm, then that is all, but he is only in the early stage of entering the holy realm!"

Everyone was shocked. With the power of the early stage of entering the Holy Realm, suppressing the strong of the middle stage of entering the Holy Realm, and there is no harm, how powerful is this?

"Sure enough, he is the proud son of heaven." The old man took a deep look at Ling Xian, shining with jealousy.

"Lost in your hands, not injustice." The man in Tsing Yi smiled bitterly and realized the gap between himself and Ling Xian.

Although he is a realm higher than Lingxian, his foundation is too inferior, enough to smooth the gap in realm!

"Who is the third person?" Ling Xian said lightly, with a low volume, but like Huang Zhongda Lu, shocking people.

Because every time he said this, it meant a shock, as if it had become a curse that was difficult to break.

Everyone wants to know who can suppress Ling Xian and break this curse.

"No need to compare, I will admit defeat."

An old man in white sighed softly and said: "My strength is almost the same as his. If you can suppress him without injury, you can naturally defeat me."

After hearing this, everyone sighed, but unexpectedly, they also took it for granted.

As the white-clothed old man said, Ling Xian can suppress the Tsing Yi man without injury, and he can naturally also suppress him.

Looking at the audience, only those who are strong in the late stage of the Holy Realm are qualified to fight him.

At the moment, everyone turned their eyes to the old man in gray, because this person was the second-ranked existence in the last sorting battle.

In other words, he is the next person Ling Xian will challenge~IndoMTL.com~ No wonder Meng Changhe is full of confidence, you are indeed very strong, but there is only a dead end against me. "The gray-clothed old man has a gloomy face and makes no secret of his killing intent.

If there is no Lingxian, Meng Changhe will definitely be at the bottom. When that happens, the resources of Xianfuzong will be divided among the eight major sects.

More importantly, he can push a force close to him to replace the position of Xianfuzong.

At this moment, everything is in vain, even if Ling Xian loses in his hands, Xian Fu Zong can also be ranked third!

In this way, how can the old man in gray not hate it?

"I don't think you have the ability to suppress me." Ling Xian said lightly. Today, he has been added to the eight extreme realms and has broken the four realms of consummation.

Such a deep foundation is enough for him to smooth the gap between two small realms!

"Arrogant!"

The old man in gray sneered and said: "Boy, I will let you have a taste of regret."