With just one word, Ye Ziling's heart was beating like a drum, but her feet subconsciously moved a beat faster.↖
After turning around a dark green bamboo forest that stretched straight into the sky, Ye Ziling finally saw the ultimate goal of this decisive battle.
In an open space with a radius of thirty feet, Tang Zhen stood in the middle of the stance with his hands behind his back. His figure was extremely majestic. When Ye Ziling came closer, he suddenly let out a long laugh.
"Three years ago, Tang and Miss Ye had a chance encounter. At that time, he felt that looking at the entire Bai Dao martial arts world, there were only a handful of people who could surpass Miss Ye in talent, talent and sentiment. Today, it turned out to be true. Miss Ye is good."
Tang Zhen nodded slightly in Ye Ziling's direction as a greeting.
With just one sentence, Ye Ziling was isolated from the Twelve Seed Masters. Although the other people would not say much on the surface, these Twelve Seed Masters were all geniuses, so there was some estrangement in their hearts.
By the way, the devil’s methods are indeed extraordinary!
Ye Ziling nodded slightly towards Tang Zhen, which was regarded as a courtesy, but her face looked shy and turned red. She finally gritted her teeth and said no more.
It was this man as tall as a mountain in front of him that made Ye Ziling love and hate him, unable to extricate himself.
Love him because of his amazing talent; hate him because of their stance and their undying fate!
Tang Zhen narrowed his eyes slightly and looked around. With just one small movement, boundless pressure swept across the bamboo forest. The air seemed to be solidified, making people breathless.
At this time, there were ten people around Tang Zhen, except Ye Ziling. They were young talents who had risen like comets in the world in recent years. They were twelve masters. Just one of them would be enough to be ranked among the top players in the world.
Among the list.
However, they felt as if they were facing a formidable enemy at this time, and cold sweat had soaked every inch of their clothes.
There is no other reason. It’s just because they are facing Tang Zhen!
After three hundred years of traveling across the world, Tang Zhen, the demon king, has achieved great success and there are few generals in the world who can match him!
Seventy years ago, when Tang Zhen was 360 years old, he achieved great success and the world's Baidao martial arts world was in turmoil under the power of one man. The fifteen major Baidao sects in the world suffered heavy losses, and three of them completely disappeared from the world. Fifty years ago, the world
No matter how invincible he was, Tang Zhen had completely seen through the illusions of the world, retired from the world, and never made another move. Otherwise, how could he have given Baidao Wulin this precious chance to breathe?
At this moment, this mythical figure stood in front of them.
The unparalleled demon king looked up at the sky that had been covered by dark clouds, and couldn't help but let out a long sigh: "Fifty years ago, Tang was no longer invincible in the world, so I gave you a chance to breathe. But you are so lethargic.
Tang is disappointed, it’s ridiculous.”
Amazing murderous intent emerges!
Ye Ziling was deeply touched and shouted urgently: "Tang Zhen! Can you let them go?"
Tang Zhen's eyes flashed with cold light, and he said coldly: "Miss Ye, I'm really sorry. I suddenly wanted to kill a few people to let them know. Although I, Tang Zhen, have not taken action in the past fifty years, it does not mean that I have
Forgot how to kill."
Ye Ziling's heart was greatly shaken. Knowing that the actions of several other people should not have made the Gedai Demon Lord, who had always been upright and eloquent, become truly angry.
Tang Zhen sighed helplessly, raised his foot and stepped lightly on the ground.
A sound like muffled thunder sounded from the ground, as if heaven and man were communicating, and a lightning bolt as thick as a bucket struck down from the sky!
A piece of ground two feet away from Tang Zhen suddenly exploded, and a figure flew straight out. It shot away in the opposite direction to Tang Zhen. The figure made several sudden and strange turns in the air, and it turned out that it had already
It has reached the state of being able to fly freely in the air.
Tang Zhen snorted coldly, rolled up a few slender bamboo leaves with one hand, and with a flash of thought in his mind, he shot straight at the figure.
Although there are only a few bamboo leaves, they actually make a scalp-numbing sound of breaking through the air! Just looking at the speed, you can tell that the power of these bamboo leaves at this time is no less than that of a Lingbao-level mechanical spring heavy crossbow!
There was a muffled groan, and the figure fell to the ground like a weight, and there was no more sound.
No one present could have imagined that Demon Lord Tang Zhen had reached such terrifying strength that he could kill masters in the realm of supernatural powers by flying flowers and picking leaves!
As if he had done something trivial, Tang Zhen sneered: "When Tang entered this bamboo forest, he already knew that such a person was buried underground. He didn't expect that Tang had already given him countless opportunities.
He didn’t even cherish it. Now that he’s sent on his way, I can’t blame Tang!”
Everyone present was waiting for their scalps to explode.
The dead man had already discussed the sneak attack plan ten days ago, and had been buried in the soil like a clay figure three days ago. His physical condition had reached the level of fetal breath, but he still couldn't.
Hiding it from Tang Zhen!
Killing the enemy in one move, Tang Zhen slowly stomped two steps. In the eyes of everyone, there was a distortion of time and space. It seemed extremely slow, but his mental feeling told them that the entire movement was absolutely
It would not be even a little slower than their full-strength attack. What was particularly terrifying was that when Tang Zhen took two steps, they were unable to grasp Tang Zhen's true foothold.
It looked extremely slow, but it felt like he was already in front of him in just one step; it felt like the distance he had moved was so large, but it still seemed like Tang Zhen was still where he was.
The opposition between time and space made everyone present feel depressed and wanted to spit out blood to alleviate the uncomfortable feeling.
Until now, the remaining eleven seed masters, who had spent countless manpower and material resources throughout the Baidao Wulin, still had not been able to attack even a single move, and even had little energy left to speak.
The pressure in the air suddenly surged. Tang Zhen put his hands behind his back, spoke softly, and slowly said: "Tang recently heard that the best in the world is Ye Ziling's sword, Fan Xiuxuan's knife, Ren Chenghan's feet,
Wang Mingxin's spear, when I saw it today, it was just like that. Now that it has arrived, I wonder if they came one by one or together? In any case, Tang Mou followed."
After saying this, Tang Zhen glanced coldly. The palms of several people who were the strongest masters of the younger generation in the martial arts world turned cold, and no one dared to step forward to challenge him.
Only Ye Ziling gritted her teeth, a look of determination flashed in her eyes, and stepped forward.
Tang Zhen looked at the beautiful woman in front of Jingli. The breeze blew, her clothes were flying, and her hair was fluttering. She seemed to be in a state of ecstasy. He remembered the scene when he first met her, and felt a sense of confusion in his heart.
three years ago.
At that time, the girl Ye Zilingye in front of me was only seventeen or eighteen years old. She was not afraid when she saw him, the most famous demon king in the world. Instead, she said: "You are Tang Zhen, there will always be someone."
One day I will kill you with my own hands!"
Tang Zhen smiled, looked at Ye Ziling who looked like an immortal in front of him, and asked softly: "Miss Ye, Tang has two questions. I wonder if Miss Ye is willing to answer them?"
Ye Ziling blinked her eyes, which were free of any impurities, and said doubtfully: "You tell me."
Tang Zhen asked: "If Tang is not mistaken, Miss Ye should be a close disciple of Liu Weiyan, the heroine of Ningyan Pavilion. Her Ninth Level of the Ningyan Heart Sutra, the ninth level of Yunwu Fengqing, requires her to enter the world, and then completely cut off everything
Only in this world can you achieve great success. I just wonder how far away Miss Ye is from this realm."
Ye Ziling replied: "There is still one level left, this girl has not yet entered the world."
Tang Zhenxu asked: "If we give the girl three years, can the girl truly enter the world of cutting off situations and achieve perfect cultivation?"
A flash of confidence flashed in Ye Ziling's eyes. She said proudly: "Master said that it only takes me two years to master my skills. My master will not lie to me." After Ye Ziling finished speaking, the breeze blew, and her clothes and belt were fluttering.
Tang Zhen in front of her looked like two immortals in a painting.
Tang Zhen said with a smile: "Your master did not lie to you. The girl's talent is amazing even with Tang's knowledge, but Tang is very curious. When you have reached the world of beheading, the struggles and grievances in this world,
What does it have to do with you? Why must I kill Tang then?"
One sentence immediately rendered Ye Ziling speechless.
Ye Ziling stamped her feet angrily and left angrily, but in her heart, after all, the shadow of Demon Lord Tang Zhen had been left, which could not be erased.
Unexpectedly, three years have passed in the blink of an eye.
Shaking his head, Tang Zhen said: "Although Ms. Ye has mastered the art of condensing smoke, she has not taken the last step of killing love. Now she is determined to die. I am afraid that she will not be able to use six of her usual ten powers at this time.
Well, how could Tang be willing to take advantage of others' danger? I just don't want to do this competition."
Sure enough, I still couldn’t hide it from him!
Ye Ziling had tears in her eyes and choked up her words as she said, "Don't I even have a chance to die in your hands?"
Tang Zhen smiled bitterly and said: "Miss Ye, I must be cruel. Since ancient times, good and evil have not been coexisting. Tang is not a person who can destroy flowers with ruthless hands. It doesn't matter if you don't mention the matter between you and me. It is necessary to know that the relationship is sad. If you indulge in this, what will happen to you?"
My future cultivation will be bad but useless."
Tang Zhen sighed softly, and no longer looked at Ye Ziling's sad face. Tang Zhen took a step forward. Although it was only one step, he had already spared Ye Ziling who was sitting in front of him, and directed his hand towards a man holding a knife with one hand.
young man arrested.
This young talent who wields the sword is exactly the sword-wielding Fan Xiuxuan mentioned by Tang Zhen!
While he was still nervously waiting for Tang Zhen's reaction, suddenly a figure flashed and Tang Zhen was already within six feet of him.
A huge invisible force pressed down on his chest. Fan Xiuxuan didn't even have time to react, and he missed the chance to escape.
Tang Zhen's black hair was flying in the wind like flames, and his eyes were shining with light, which was extremely shocking.
Seeing Tang Zhen's claw attack, Fan Xiuxuan used all his strength to retreat violently, hoping to avoid Tang Zhen's strongest frontal attack. Unexpectedly, there was another huge force coming from behind, like two people.
Tang Zhen attacked him from the front and back at the same time. The power of this Demon Lord's attack actually included both positive and negative force of forward thrust and pulling, which was extremely astonishing.
With just one grab, Fan Xiuxuan was like a thrown sandbag, drawing a beautiful parabola in the air and falling to the ground far away.
He casually crushed the Lingbao-level long knife in his hand into an iron lump and threw it on the ground. In a daze, Tang Zhen returned to the position he was in just now, as if he had never moved from the beginning. Several other people present People were stunned and their breathing became heavy involuntarily.
It was only at this moment that they realized how huge the gap was between themselves and the demon king in front of them who had dominated their lives.
Tang Zhen's eyes were lonely and he sighed: "Fan Xiuxuan's sword is nothing more than this, nothing more than this!" (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature for better and faster novels!
