When Xue Jian saw Ling Tian taking out a wooden sword, his expression changed slightly.
"Wooden sword?"
Xue Jian murmured, his eyes becoming more and more murderous.
For a swordsman, in a life-and-death battle, if his opponent takes out a wooden sword, it is tantamount to humiliation.
With the four spiritual wheels behind him blooming with dazzling brilliance at the same time, the blood sword stepped down and the long sword was pointed out.
The bloody sword light was like a torrent, filled with a terrifying and murderous aura, and it blasted towards Ling Tian.
Ling Tian's eyes narrowed slightly, and the sacred wooden sword in his hand moved slightly.
The surging power of chaos surged out of his body, and finally gathered on the sacred wood sword in his hand.
Ruoyou Ruowu's sword energy keeps building up, as if it might explode at any time!
In his previous life, he was the famous Lingtian Sword Master in the ancient continent!
Controlling sword energy is just the simplest thing.
It's just that because of his limited cultivation, he couldn't condense sword energy before.
But last night, the Chaos Sutra he practiced broke through to the 19th level, the spring of chaos condensed, and sword energy came into being!
boom!
Suddenly, Ling Tian struck out with his sword.
The sword was like thunder, a crackling sound resounded, and the lightning flashed away.
"Thunder Sword Technique!"
Chu Tong in the attic subconsciously whispered.
As a disciple of the Sword God Sect, Chu Tong naturally recognized the sword technique Ling Tian was using now.
It is the Sword God Sect's ground-level martial arts, Thunder Sword Technique.
"When did this guy learn Thunder Sword Technique?"
The look on Chu Tong's face couldn't help but become interesting.
The biggest gap between large sect disciples and ordinary warriors is resources.
Resources are divided into many types.
The elixirs needed for cultivation are resources, and martial arts are also resources.
Although the blood sword is not weak, it does not come from a large sect after all.
His most powerful swordsmanship is, after all, only the Xuan-level swordsmanship.
Although, his Xuanji swordsmanship has also been practiced to the artistic conception.
But in terms of power, it is still not as good as the earth-level swordsmanship.
Ling Tian's Thunder Sword Technique, the sword is like thunder, although it has not reached the artistic conception, it has reached the level of perfection.
boom!
Lightning flashed, and Ling Tian's sword knocked away the killing move of the blood sword.
Then, another lightning-fast sword strike came out.
Before the blood sword had time to react, he pierced the opponent's throat with the sacred wood sword in his hand.
thump!
The throat was pierced by the sacred wood sword, and as Ling Tian drew the sword, the body of the blood sword fell instantly.
call!
Ling Tian breathed a long sigh of relief.
It seemed that it was easy for him to kill the blood sword.
But his cultivation is a flaw.
The performance of earth-level martial arts extremely consumes the power of chaos.
He had already used the Thousand Hands Seal before, but now it was extremely difficult to use the Thunder Sword Technique.
If he could no longer kill the Blood Sword with the sword just now, then the subsequent battle would inevitably become passive.
Fortunately, he succeeded.
Everyone in the auditorium of the prison arena was stunned for two seconds as they watched Ling Tian complete the reversal in an instant.
Immediately afterwards, it started to boil.
"What a powerful sword move!"
"This Qianlong is indeed a disciple of the Sword God Sect, his swordsmanship is outstanding!"
"I just said that the disciples of the Sword God Sect are extraordinary. His sword was so fast just now that I was dazzled by it!"
"Even the Blood Sword is no match for Qianlong, so who will Qianlong fight in the next battle?"
For a time, there were discussions and praises in the prison arena.
Above the attic, Xingyu's face looked a little unsightly at the moment.
"I also want to know who are you going to send to deal with my junior brother in the next few battles?"
Chu Tong had an interesting look on his face, smiled jokingly, and looked at Xingyu at this moment.
Xingyu, who was always good at talking, was surprisingly silent at this time.
Obviously, she didn't think about this problem well.
If Ling Tian wins this battle by a narrow margin, then she can arrange for a strong man whose strength is close to that of the Blood Sword to take action in the next battle.
However, Ling Tian's victory in this battle was not a close one.
First-level cultivation in the Spiritual Wheel Realm, powerful sword energy, and earth-level swordsmanship in the Perfection Realm.
Ordinary fourth-level spiritual wheel realm experts are probably no match for Ling Tian.
"What? You have no idea?"
Seeing Xingyu's silence, Chu Tong asked again at this time.
Hearing this, Xingyu glared at Chu Tong, "I shouldn't have helped you accept this perverted guy in the first place."
She is riding a tiger now.
If you send weaker people to fight Ling Tian, it will be like giving Ling Tian a life.
But if he sends someone who is too strong to fight, he will probably kill Ling Tian.
As a result, the odds of gambling in Prison Arena will be difficult to win, and Prison Arena will face losses.
No matter how you look at it, losses cannot be avoided.
"I have an idea that can help you resolve the embarrassment you are facing."
Chu Tong smiled.
Judging from her appearance, it seemed that she had already thought about Xing Yu.
This time, she brought Ling Tian to Xiaoyao City to stimulate Ling Tian's potential.
Now, the goal has almost been achieved.
There is no longer any point in letting Ling Tian stay in Xiaoyao City Prison Arena.
So, she had other plans.
"What's the idea?"
Xingyu cast a suspicious look at Chu Tong.
Chu Tong smiled, then stood up and walked towards Xingyu, put his head in Xingyu's ear and said a few words.
Xing Yu understood Chu Tong's meaning, opened her eyes slightly, and couldn't help but cast a surprised look at Chu Tong, "As a senior sister, you are really ruthless!"
At this time, Ling Tian had returned to the secret room accompanied by the man in black robe.
The battle with the Blood Sword just now took a lot of energy out of him.
So he didn't plan to start the next battle immediately.
He thought there would be other prison fights in the future, so he took the time to adjust his breathing.
But unexpectedly, the next battle has not come yet.
Soon, it got dark.
Late at night, the door to the secret room opened.
The man in black robe walked in from outside the door.
"It's so late at night. Is there still a prison fight going on in the prison fighting arena?"
During the day today, he only had one prison fight, and he was already confused about it.
At this moment, the man in black robe came here late at night again, which made him even more puzzled.
Faced with Ling Tian's question, the man in black robe did not answer.
He just turned over his hands and threw some clothes towards Ling Tian, "Put it on and follow me!"
Ling Tian looked at the clothes thrown over by the man in black robes. It was a hooded black robe.
Immediately, the confusion on his face became more and more intense.
But confusion remains confusion.
In the end, he did it obediently.
"Walk!"
After Ling Tian put on the hooded black robe, the man in black robe immediately gave Ling Tian an order.
Afterwards, the two of them left the secret room together.
However, this time, they did not set foot on the road to the prison fighting arena.
As he shuttled through the underground secret passages, Ling Tian was surprised to find that there was no one on the road.
Not long after, with the man in black robe leading the way, the two of them arrived outside Xiaoyao City.
"What does it mean?"
Ling Tian stood in the darkness, looking at the brightly lit Xiaoyao City behind him, and couldn't help but want to ask the man in black robe what was going on.
"From this moment on, you are free! You can leave Xiaoyao City!"
The man in black robe said indifferently.
After saying this, he turned around and planned to return to Xiaoyao City!
"I am free?"
Ling Tian was messy in the wind, with a confused look on his face.
According to what Xingyu said before, he must survive fifteen days in the prison fighting arena, or win a hundred games in a row before he can be freed.
But now, he has only stayed in the prison arena for six days.
The winning streak is only fifty-one.
Why did the Prison Arena let him go free?
"Where is my senior sister now?"
Seeing the figure of the man in black robe walking further and further away, Ling Tian immediately shouted to him.