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In the Thunder Wind Cave, the electric current sweeps freely, the wind is harsh, and the sound of fighting is like thunder.

"Let's have a taste of Qitian staff!"

Maybe I haven't met Ling Hao. Zhang Tianyan's tone is a little impatient and a little angry.

Holding a golden rod in his hand, Zhang Tianyan casts it into the sky, and it grows crazily.

"Bad!" Yan Yuexin tightens her hand and mumbles to herself, "this is his father's unique skill. Unexpectedly, he is young and has refined the Qi Tian staff to such a degree."

Zhang Tianyan's father is called a generation of cuzong, which is not a false name. There are sword clan, sword clan and fist clan in the world. All these appellations have one thing in common.

Master.

The so-called master is to refine a skill to perfection, which is qualified to be called the master.

"Good guy, it's a little fun to stick together."

The sword God, Jiang Jianyu, who is sitting in the cloud and drinking wine, now has a bright eyes.

How can we not see Zhang Tianyan's strength in his sword God cultivation.

"I want to see how you can deal with it!"

He turned his attention to Ling Hao, a young man who had been impressed since the end of his last hunt.

At that time, in full view of the public, he dared to let the king of Beiyan lose face in public. Jiang Jianyu guessed that this young man was not arrogant. What he did seemed to be so natural.

The two sons of the tiger and wolf are depressed. The king of the northern wild goose called them back from afar. He thought they were going to deal with some big people. Now it seems that this young man of the human race named Ling Hao is really ordinary.

For a moment, he and his wife were a little listless.

"What do you two look like?"

The king of northern wild goose looked carefully and asked aloud.

"Back to Shizun, I just think he is weak."

Said the tiger son.

He's a straight man, what to say.

"Elder martial brother, why do you say this? Since the elder martial uncle has called us back, there must be a reason."

The wolf son said with great care.

Seeing the wolf son, the northern wild goose king said with a smile, "tiger, you should learn more from your younger martial brother."

Then he swept to Lei Feng cave and said, "you two need to watch carefully. This young man is not simple!"

Besides, Linghao looked at the stick in the sky and said with a smile, "it's far away from the stick clan."

Jingle!

With a clear voice, the king's sword is in his hand.

When Ling Hao holds the sword, the wind is louder and the thunder is loud.

Sword meaning, sword soul and sword soul are three in one, which is sword way!

"It's the master of Kendo!"

"I saw that when the sword God was fighting against the devil general, he had the same momentum!"

"However, how do I feel that his momentum is more powerful..."

An old man with a scratchy beard sprang to his feet. His turbid eyes flashed different colors.

"What, he is the master of Kendo?"

"Patriarch, please tell us how it is possible for him to be so young!"

Several young disciples asked in shock around the old man.

The bearded old man is their patriarch.

Linghao smiled and stabbed with a sword, only to see a round of hot sun and a round of curved moon in the sky.

"Yin meets Yin."

When the sun and the moon meet, the sword shines brightly.

The bully's beam hits the stick.

"Is there something wrong with your mind?" Zhang Tianyan sneers. His Qitian staff is made by his father himself, and the level of goods is at the top of the Tao level!

This kid is trying to be tough!

Before he was satisfied, he heard a noise.

At this time, Zhang Tianyan suddenly spits blood from his mouth, his handsome face is gradually twisted, and his eyes are full of fear.

Why?

The Qi Tian staff of the Taoist level is broken?

He covered his chest and shouted, "you have destroyed my weapon!"

Ling Hao's figure is like electricity. In a blink of an eye, he goes to his body. The king's sword is across Zhang Tianyan's neck. He only needs to stroke lightly. The head on this item will land in an instant.

Zhang Tianyan's sweat is all over his face. He can feel the sharpness of the blade. For a moment, he thought of many things. For life, no one is not afraid of the unknown after death, unless it is a immortal who is not old and immortal.