Three Talents Formation!

With the Dacheng formation that gathers the power of many people, the three people in front of him can improve Dong Chi's cultivation level in a short time.

Once Dongchi returns to its heyday.

I want to kill him again.

It’s as difficult as climbing to heaven!

Xuanyin stepped forward and stood in front of Ling Tian: "Young Master, hurry up, the power of the three talents formed by the three great saints is extraordinary."

Chu Hanyi was also nervous: "Young Master, let's go."

Both of them were anxious, Ling Tian shook his head, put his big hands behind his back, narrowed his eyes and whispered: "I have no way to retreat."

Ling Tian knew in his heart that today's battle has reached such a situation. Even if Ling Tian chooses to retreat, Xuanyin and Chu Hanyi will be the only two people present. Although they are in the realm of the God Emperor.

Invincible!

But facing the holy power of the three saints in one, that is also...

A tragic death without him!

When the time comes, all the elites of the three major sects will be scattered, and Ling Tian will not be able to escape death.

"Little Lord!"

Xuanyin and Chu Hanyi were shocked for a moment. Before they could think about it, Ling Tian's whole body exploded with a wave of energy, and his domineering power instantly knocked back the two people present.

Boom!

Chu Hanyi!

Xuanyin!

The two powerful men, faced with Ling Tian's pressure, stepped back dozens of steps. They stood firm for a moment, and saw a slash behind Ling Tian's dragon halberd. The ground cracked into a three-foot ravine, followed by Ling Tian's cold snort: "Those who cross the line!"

"Good grace!"

"Love!"

The ruthless words were filled with the desire to protect them to death. The expressions of both of them changed greatly, and Xuanyin's whole body trembled. "Young Master, we have to go together. Facing the formation of the three sacred gods, you have no chance."

Chu Hanyi was even more anxious: "Young Master, how do you want me to face my ancestors?"

Ling Tian has made up his mind: "My life and death are determined by myself. Although you are strong, if you stay, you will only distract me!"

"The current situation."

"Give it a try, if there is a glimmer of hope."

Ling Tianyan.

Very cold.

The two powerful men Chu Hanyi and Xuanyin felt their souls tremble at this moment. Xuanyin shook his head and said, "Young Master, the daughter of the Eighteen God Emperors who wield the sword, I am willing to fight to the death for you and never retreat."

"roll!"

Ling Tian snorted coldly: "If you still recognize me as this later group, you will disappear from my eyes immediately, otherwise, you will be disloyal."

When Xuanyin heard this, his expression changed. Chu Hanyi also felt helpless, but then he bowed respectfully: "Young Master, take care of me!"

A word of caution.

The road is all bitter.

After speaking, Chu Hanyi actually stood up and whispered: "Young Master, please remember that once you die in battle, I believe that Aotian's old troops hidden in various places in the Heaven Realm will gather together to besiege you."

"That's when."

"When you go to heaven, you will definitely have blood flowing like a river."

The words fell.

Chu Hanyi turned around and came to Xuanyin: "Let's go."

"You..." Xuanyin was about to say something, but Chu Hanyi glanced at Mr. Zhu. The latter realized that it was actually a shot that knocked Xuanyin out. After doing this, Mr. Zhu

He took a deep look at Ling Tian.

There was a layer of worry deep in her beautiful eyes: "Ling Tian, ​​don't die!"

immediately!

Mr. Bamboo!

Chu Hanyi!

Xuanyin!

Tong Xu!

They left without looking back. Maybe Ling Tian was right. If they stayed, they would only increase Ling Tian's worries. If they gave it a try, the power of the five dragons could pardon the Tian Qin Master and become a medical immortal.

The Holy Son of Xuanmen!

The Holy Son of Buddhism!

The Poisonous Saint Son!

With so many identities and so many trump cards, Ling Tian did not say that he wanted to kill the saints, but if he wanted to escape in front of the three saints, it was not impossible for him to have a chance!

Everyone left.

Ling Tian felt relieved. He could no longer tolerate someone sacrificing for himself. When Ling Tian turned around, the last touch of tenderness in his eyes disappeared into nothing.

now!

Only the indifference and cold light kept rolling in his eyes, and waves surged up again. As the air waves rolled in Ling Tian's hand, Dong Chi in front of him squinted and hummed: "Nine dragons bastard, proud bastard, you

I thought you were relying on the cards in your hand."
Chapter completed!