Chapter 1345 I have the confidence to surpass my predecessors!
High in the sky.
Tang Ming, who had been paying attention to the battlefield, suddenly chuckled: "Mr. Fan, there is something good to watch."
"Um?"
Fan Zhongtian raised his eyes and followed his gaze to the battlefield, but he didn't see anything interesting: "What's wrong?"
"The demon sect monks have always been insidious. Their purpose of coming to Jinling this time without any hesitation is to open the gate of hell and cause chaos in the world."
"But now there is no response from the Guimen, and the high-end combat power is entangled again, so I have already decided to quit."
Tang Ming smiled lightly and said: "There will definitely be a good show to watch later, and we have to make more preparations to see if we can help the Great Heavenly Master."
"..." Fan Zhongtian suddenly felt that the young man in front of him was a bit strange.
The other party was clearly only in his early twenties. Even excluding his terrifying cultivation talent, his insight into people's hearts and his experience in observing battlefields gave people an unfathomable feeling.
Even though he has broken through to become a god, he still cannot see through the other party.
Fan Zhongtian asked in confusion: "Master Tang, have you... also broken through to the form of a god?"
"Not yet. My qualifications are dull. Even if I get a chance at the Zhulin Mountain Heritage, I still haven't broken through. I'm still at the peak of the Nascent Soul Realm."
Tang Ming responded with a smile.
Dumb qualifications?
Fan Zhongtian's mouth twitched and his expression became even weirder.
Just as he was thinking about it, a sudden change occurred in the sky, and he saw Ji Ming's hands in claws, and dozens of ghost spirits condensed out of the surging ghost energy behind him.
Each ghost spirit is more than five meters tall, grinning, and exudes the ultimate evil spirit.
"Roar!"
The evil spirit roared, shaking the void.
Ji Ming bit the tip of his tongue and spurted out blood. The blood rain fell and merged with the spirit of the ghost evil spirit. The ghost evil spirit, which was originally as dark as ink, instantly turned scarlet and full of violence.
The big hand waved suddenly.
Several rough ghost shackles traversed the void and attacked directly towards Lu Qiuchen, Fu Yiren and Nie Wushuang.
"Damn it!"
"Ji Ming, how dare you!"
Lu Qiuchen and Fu Yiren were fighting hard, but they never expected that Ji Ming would suddenly attack behind them. They were accidentally attacked and bound by ghost shackles.
On the contrary, Nie Wushuang was already prepared. Before the ghost shackles came, his natal sword came out of his body and struck down hard.
Click! The ghost shackles shattered.
But it wasn't over yet. A strong wind surged around Nie Wushuang, and he pointed out two fingers - Whoosh! Whoosh! Two scarlet swords burst out, and they also attacked Lu Qiuchen and Fu Yiren.
"Zhang Wenyuan, Ji Lin, if you two dare to chase me, I will dare to torture and kill ordinary people. For what happened today, I will leave two of you to receive the merit, and this is the end!"
Nie Wushuang said a word, and suddenly the void tore apart, and the whole person rushed in and disappeared.
at the same time.
Ji Ming also smiled grimly. After glancing at Nie Wushuang, he stepped forward and appeared next to Han Tianhao, grabbed his shoulders, stomped the void and disappeared.
The moment he left.
"Roar!"
Dozens of ghost spirits grew in size crazily, continued to expand, and then exploded.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! There was a loud roar, and the heaven and earth shook suddenly.
However, the energy emitted by the explosion was directly blocked in the sky within a hundred meters of radius, and did not affect the world.
Zhang Wenyuan and Ji Lin looked indifferent and were on guard.
On the other hand, Lu Qiuchen and Fu Yiren were first attacked by Ji Ming, then tricked by Nie Wushuang, and now they were self-destructed by the ghost spirit.
"Pfft!"
Lu Qiuchen screamed and vomited blood, his face turned pale.
Fu Yiren was even more miserable. His protective shield was broken, and his right arm was blown to pieces with blood.
"Nie Wushuang! Ji Ming!"
Fu Yiren roared to the extreme: "I will fight you two until death!"
As soon as he finished speaking, an indifferent voice slowly sounded: "Do you think there is still a chance?"
Whoa! The void trembles.
A giant palm fell from the sky, filled with powerful power.
Zhang Wenyuan's expression was cold, but the killing intent in his body made the world tremble.
Fu Yiren hurriedly took out a shiny white flying sword.
"Crack!"
The flying sword only blocked it for a moment before being shattered.
"Pfft!"
Fu Yiren vomited blood again. His hair was disheveled but he still had the coolness and calmness of the peak of the divine realm. He suddenly pulled off his injured right arm, and the blood poured out and condensed into a bloody seal.
The giant palm fell.
The bloody seal collapsed, but Fu Yiren appeared a hundred meters away, turned around and ran away without looking back.
But suddenly.
"Zheng!"
A clear sword cry resounded throughout the world, but a blood-red flying sword suddenly struck, directly creating four bloody sword marks. The sword marks formed a "well" after a long time.
Tianluo suppresses the killing! Boom! The terrifying sword power imprisons Fu Yiren.
"Asshole!"
Fu Yiren raised his scarlet eyes and looked at Tang Ming, his eyes full of viciousness.
He suddenly waved his sleeves and forcibly broke through the Tianluo to suppress the killing. What came face to face was endless sword intent. Four giant swords condensed at some point and hung above his head to form a sword field.
And the other side.
Fan Zhongtian also used the nine-character mantra of Taoism to seal Lu Qiuchen's retreat.
Although it can only hinder it for a moment, even just as long as the blink of an eye, it is enough.
The strong fight, and things change rapidly.
Zhang Wenyuan suddenly attacked.
Here, Ji Lin's eyes were also filled with sharp sword intent, and his whole body turned into a monstrous sword intent and suddenly struck down.
"Crack!"
Fu Yiren shuddered and was directly penetrated by the sword energy.
The sword energy transformed, and the stern-faced Ji Lin regrouped. Instead of looking at Fu Yiren, who had only a remnant soul left behind him, he raised his head and looked at Tang Ming.
"good."
"You can understand the true meaning of the four completely different ways of swordsmanship at a young age: killing, domineering, purifying the heart, and the way of literature. Each has its own charm, and you can become a swordsman monster."
Ji Lin nodded with satisfaction and said in a solemn voice: "Tang Xuantian, I am willing to accept you as my disciple and teach you the art of military swordsmanship. Within ten years, I can guarantee that you will become the second best swordsman in the world."
"..." Tang Ming was slightly stunned: "Senior, may I ask who is the number one person in swordsmanship?"
"Of course it's me."
Ji Lin spoke calmly.
Such boastful words came out of his mouth with great calmness.
As a swordsman from the military strategist, Ji Lin's talent for swordsmanship is not outstanding, but he is a complete swordsman. He once spent many years in seclusion in the sword tomb of the military strategist, developing an extremely terrifying sword-killing conception.
Especially that year, we launched a consultation campaign with the cultivation community.
With one man and one sword, Ji Lin suppressed dozens of kendo sects in the world of cultivation. No matter he was the ancestor of kendo or the genius of kendo, no one could match the power of his sword.
Even Hua Feng once lamented that when it comes to swordsmanship, Ji Lin is the best in the world.
"If you worship me as your master, I will teach you the killing techniques of the military strategist, and allow you to go to the military strategist's sword tomb for seclusion. Within ten years, you are expected to break through to the late stage of divine transformation. When you do, you can inherit my mantle."
Ji Lin stared at Tang Ming and said slowly: "Tang Xuantian, are you willing?"
"Sorry, I don't want to."
Tang Ming shook his head without thinking.
Ji Lin frowned: "Why?"
"Because if you take your senior as your teacher, you will only become the second person in swordsmanship at most. If I, Tang Xuantian, want to do it, I will definitely be the first person in the world."
"I am confident that within two years, I will surpass my predecessors."
Tang Ming's eyes were blazing, and he said slowly: "I don't know why, senior, is he still satisfied?"