MTL - The Immortal Taoist-Chapter 1 One person and one sword, killing nine heavens!

"Today, I am going to wash the Lavender Holy Land, not to die!"

The figure of the stalwart stands above the peak, and the white robes have already been stained with blood. At the foot of Lingdao, there is a corpse lying on the ground, all of whom are dead under his sword.

"Hurricane! My Ziwei Holy Land inherits a long history, the foundation is strong, the power is countless, just because you also want to wash the Ziwei Holy Land?"

"I don't know what to live and die. We have a sacred place in Ziwei. Even if it is your entire Ling family, it is not worth mentioning before our Ziwei holy ground. Why do you fight with us?"

Among the sacred places of Ziwei, there is a strong person who is a top-ranking person, and is a figure of the older generation. Previously, there were geniuses of the younger generation of the Ziwei Holy Land, but unfortunately they were not the opponents of Lingdao.

"Why? Haha, it depends on the sword in my hand!"

Lingdao laughed aloud, waving his sword and killing the old masters of the Ziwei Holy Land. A powerful voice is the declaration of the decisive battle. He has already shot the Holy Land of Ziwei, so he will not be merciful.

If it is not the Ziwei Holy Land deceiving too much, Lingdao will not be like this. Because of a practice that can't be cultivated at all, the Ziwei Holy Land has been chasing him again and again. This is just the case. Not long ago, the Ziwei Holy Land was shot at Lingjia and killed many Lingjia children. This incident made Lingdao angry, and then it was a sword and a sword, killing the holy place of Ziwei!

"Not self-reliant!"

An old strong man armed with a golden spear, rushed to Lingdao. The golden spear exudes endless sharpness, piercing the void, sweeping all directions, and in the twinkling of an eye, it is on the chest of Lingdao.

"You are not self-reliant!"

The three-footed Qingfeng suddenly burst into a stronger light than the sun, drowning the entire battlefield, and numerous swords. The next moment, the sound of wearing a golden cracked stone, the golden spear was split into two halves, and the head of the older generation was flying high and bursting in the air.

"This is fierce, everyone joins and kills them!"

The strong man holding the golden spear is dead, and the impact on other strong people is too great. It’s just a sword. Lingdao kills an old strongman. This kind of combat power is simply shocking and beyond their imagination.

It is rumored that Lingdao is a kendo genius, but the genius of the Ziwei Holy Land is as good as a cow, and naturally it will not care about a ridge. Knowing that Lingdao got the practice, Ziwei Shengdi also sent a number of strong people to go to assassination. However, this kind of thing should not be advertised. Lingdao does not know the source of the practice. The many peerless people in the Ziwei Holy Land are clear.

Until today, they really realized the horror of this kendo genius. The mighty sword light is like a galaxy, impacting this world. Lingdao waved three feet of Qingfeng, as if the sword **** was coming to the world, each sword was turned into a magical, and the craftsmanship of heaven and earth.

"puff"

A sword pierced the chest of an older strongman, and Lingdao elegantly took out a long sword, and the blood was like a fountain. Then, he was a sword and split an old man into two halves. The scene was **** and cold.

Even these older generations are not enough to see in front of Lingdao. They are like fish on the cutting board, and they are allowed to kill. They haven't put Lingdao in their eyes before, but now they have deep fear in their eyes.

"Why is it small, dare to come to the wild place of Ziwei?"

A majestic voice sounded, and those who were stunned by Lingdao were sighed with a sigh of relief. If there is no strong support, I am afraid they will die under the sword of Lingdao.

"Pagoda, receive!"

The strong man held a small emerald pagoda in his hand and guarded the nine-fold sky outside the Ziwei Holy Land. The Ziwei Holy Land is extremely powerful, and it is a self-made nine-day sky. Every heavy day is home to a large number of strong people. Of course, this is not the real nine-day, just the name of the originator of the Lavender Holy Land.

Ling Dao has now come to the periphery of Jiuzhongtian. Going up again is Jiuzhongtian. From ancient times to the present, few people dared to kill the Jiuwei of the Ziwei Holy Land. Not to mention anything else, what Guanglingdao is doing today is enough to be famous.

The emerald pagoda rose in the wind, and soon it was turned into a thousand feet, and it suddenly pressed against Lingdao. An unparalleled suction, in an instant, absorbed the Lingdao into the pagoda.

"Hey, on this point, dare to come to the Ziwei Holy Land to make trouble?"

There was a disdainful smile on his face, but soon he could not laugh. At the top of the tower of the Emerald Pagoda, a silvery sword tip suddenly appeared, and then the entire pagoda exploded.

"how is this possible?"

The emerald pagoda is not an ordinary weapon. Who ever thought that this time it was actually smashed from the inside by Lingdao. Previously this strong man was quite proud, but at this moment his face is more ugly and ugly. At this time, Ling Dao killed the past.

"Block me, die!"

A smear of Jianguang, crossed from the neck of this strong man, the next moment he is the first place. Numerous swords, but also tear his body into countless pieces. He couldn't believe it when he died, and Lingdao was so tyrannical to this extent.

There are more and more strong people around Lingdao, but unfortunately they are timid and shrink, and they dare not approach Lingdao. In particular, the blood-stained sword in the hands of Ling Dao made them tremble in their hearts, and even the courage to shoot was gone.

"Nine heavens, huh... really arrogant!"

Lingdao sneered, and it was the ninth day of killing the past to the holy place of Ziwei. When he entered the nine heavens, it was as if he had entered another world. In front of him, there are four peerless powers. Even if it is Ling Dao, the look is dignified.

"The strength is not good, the courage is not small!"

"No need to talk nonsense with him, just smash him!"

One of the red-faced strongmen, who directly waved his sword, smashed toward Lingdao. Bloody knives, domineering the Quartet, shaking the earth. His power is enormous, a knife is thrown out, the waves are rolling, and the field seems to be turned into a blood pool. After he shot, the other three strong players also shot.

"Only four of you are not enough!"

The three-footed Qingfeng exudes endless edge, and Lingdao is also serious. It’s a life-and-death battle, and no one will be merciless. After a quarter of an hour, Lingdao was on the move, and the four strong men had all died. However, there is also a wound in Lingdao’s body.

"There are so many strong people who kill me the Ziwei Holy Land, even if you smash your corpse, it is not enough to vent my hatred!"

The real peerless powerhouse has arrived, even Lingdao, it feels unprecedented pressure!