Chapter 2272 Winning Streak

In the cave, the burly man was bleeding from the corner of his mouth, and looked at Ling Xian complicatedly. Ω small "say"┡

There was shock, bitterness, and fear.

Just two fingers broke his sharp gun. What kind of power is this?

"It's another move to defeat, how strong is this person?"

"What a terrifying power, it is definitely pushing the existence of the same level!"

"No wonder he said that this time the Immortal Talisman Sect will no longer be at the bottom. With such terrifying power, it is possible to hit the top three!"

Everyone was shocked, and they looked at Ling Xian without a trace of contempt.

It's too powerful, defeating a monk at the beginning of the Holy Realm with one move, such a terrifying power, even a monk at the middle stage of the Holy Realm would not dare to underestimate it!

"Who is the fifth person?" Ling Xian looked calm, as if he had done an insignificant thing, rather than suppressing a strong person at the beginning of the holy stage with a snap of his fingers.

"You are very strong, but I want to try."

A middle-aged woman stood up, and a golden sword emerged, with awe-inspiring killing intent and sharp edges.

"Come on." Ling Xian smiled faintly, but still didn't get up.

The middle-aged woman is somewhat stronger than the strong man, but she is only an ordinary ninth-level early stage monk, and she is not qualified to let him stand up.

"Be careful." The middle-aged woman looked dignified, and the golden sword shone brightly.

In the next moment, the shadow of a ten thousand zhang sword emerged, its sharpness shone across the sky, and its ferocity shook the universe.

"Not bad supernatural power, but unfortunately, it can't hurt me." Ling Xian smiled, and with the flick of his fingers, shocking power swept out, shattering the sword shadow powerfully.

Click!

The divine sword split, and the middle-aged woman coughed up blood, her face paled a little.

This scene made everyone present even more shocked. They didn't expect that even the fifth-ranked middle-aged woman couldn't do a single trick in Ling Xian's hands.

"Who is the fourth person?"

Ling Xian opened his mouth lightly, cheering up the spirits of everyone present, and they all shifted their gazes to a man in Tsing Yi.

With the eyes of everyone expecting,

The man in Tsing Yi stood up and stared at Ling Xiandao: "I am a monk in the middle stage of entering the holy realm, are you sure you want to leapfrog and fight?"

"There are two purposes for coming here, one is to strive for a good ranking for the Immortal Talisman Sect, and the other is to exercise the muscles and bones."

Ling Xian smiled faintly, and none of the monks present at the beginning of the Holy Realm were his all-in-one enemies.

Only those who are strong in the mid-stage of the Holy Realm can make him realize the truth.

"Good exercise."

The man in Tsing Yi took a deep look at Ling Xian, and said: "Since you insist on fighting, then I'll let you go. If you lose, don't blame me for not giving you face."

After finishing speaking, he appeared behind Ling Xian like a ghost, and dropped his palm, splitting the ground and opening the sky.

"The speed is not bad." Ling Xian looked calm, and punched out, sweeping the emperor's prestige.

boom!

The aftermath swept across and collapsed the void, but failed to shatter the mahogany chair.

Not because the mahogany seat is indestructible, but because Ling Xian sits on it.

He was as majestic and motionless as a mountain, not to mention bleeding from the corner of his mouth, he didn't even move at all.

"Even the strong in the mid-stage of the Holy Realm can't do anything to him?"

"This is too strong. Is he really a human race? Why do I think he is a pure-blooded true dragon?"

"What a terrifying strength. It's a pity that the strong man in the middle of the Holy Realm does not fall behind. He is stronger than we imagined!"

Everyone was shocked, they didn't expect that it would be so rare to see Leapfrog Fighting, and it would appear alive in front of their eyes.

"No wonder you are so arrogant."

The man in Tsing Yi sneered, and between the seals, nine divine lights emerged. Although there was no grandeur, it made everyone present tremble with fear.

It's too powerful, the momentum alone makes the monks in the early stage of the ninth realm churn with blood.

"Not bad supernatural powers." Ling Xian's eyes were deep, and he held the invincible fist seal in his hand, his divine light soared to the sky, and his fierce power shook the world.

Immediately, the entire cave shook violently, unable to bear the force of his seriousness.

In the next moment, the emperor's fist flew across the sky, and the nine divine lights were hard to regret.

boom!

The loud noise shook the sky, and the aftermath swept across. Except for the old man in gray and the old man in red, the corners of their mouths were bleeding and they retreated again and again.

It's really too powerful. Fortunately, they were not in the center of the explosion, otherwise, they would surely die.

puff!

A mouthful of blood spewed out, and the man in green retreated a full hundred feet before he managed to stabilize his figure.

That face was as pale as paper, filled with shock and fear.

The same is true for everyone present, even the most powerful old man in red has a huge wave in his heart.

It was because Ling Xian was fine, not to mention vomiting blood, he didn't even get up.

This was so unbelievable that even Meng Changhe, who knew he was very strong, didn't think of it.

You know, the man in Tsing Yi is a mid-stage Saint Realm powerhouse, so it's fine to suppress him, but he didn't even suffer any injuries, it's simply unbelievable!

"Am I dazzled? How could he be safe and sound?"

"It's too perverted, it's just a monster!"

"It's unbelievable. If he's a monk in the middle stage of the Saint Realm, that's fine, but he's only in the early stage of the Saint Realm!"

Everyone was horrified. With the power of the early stage of entering the holy realm, they suppressed the strong ones in the middle stage of entering the holy realm, and they were not injured. How powerful is this?

"Sure enough, he is the proud son of heaven." The old man Hong took a deep look at Ling Xian, with a look of dread.

"It's not wrong to lose at your hands." The man in Tsing Yi smiled bitterly, realizing the gap between himself and Ling Xian.

Although he is a level higher than Ling Xian, his foundation is too inferior, enough to even out the gap in the level!

"Who is the third person?" Ling Xian said lightly, not loudly, but like Huang Zhong Dalu, it shocked people's hearts.

Because every time he uttered this sentence, it meant a shock, and it seemed to have become a curse that was difficult to break.

Everyone wanted to know who could suppress Ling Xian and break the curse.

"There's no need to compare, I admit defeat."

An old man in white sighed softly, and said: "My strength is almost the same as his. If you can suppress him without injury, you can naturally defeat me."

Hearing this, everyone sighed, not only surprised, but also took it for granted.

As the old man in white said, if Ling Xian could suppress the man in Tsing Yi without injury, he would naturally be able to suppress him too.

Looking at the whole audience, only those who are strong in the late stage of the Holy Realm have the qualifications to fight against him.

At that moment, everyone turned their attention to the gray-clothed old man, because this person was the second-ranked existence in the last sorting battle.

In other words, he is the next person Ling Xian will challenge.

"No wonder Meng Changhe is full of confidence. You are indeed very strong, but you can only die if you face me." The gray-clothed old man's face was gloomy, and he did not hide his killing intent.

If there is no Lingxian, Meng Changhe will definitely be at the bottom. At that time, the resources of the Immortal Talisman Sect will be divided among the eight major sects.

More importantly, he was able to push a force close to him to take the place of Immortal Talisman Sect.

At this moment, everything is in vain, even if Ling Xian loses to him, Xian Fuzong can still be ranked third!

In this way, how could the old man in gray not hate him?

"I don't think you have the ability to suppress me." Ling Xian said lightly. Today, he has already attained the eight extreme realms, and broke the four realms to perfection.

Such a deep foundation is enough for him to bridge the gap between the two small realms!

"Arrogance!"

The old man in gray sneered, and said, "Boy, I will let you taste the regret."