Chapter 796 Who Is Tang Cult? Who Is Tang Chen?

As soon as Long Guanzi died, the cultivators in the three thousand realms cheered endlessly, their faces full of excitement and excitement.

This was the first victory after the death of the top ten masters of the Lingsheng Dynasty. It was hard-won, but it was so exciting.

Although the people of Lingsheng Dynasty were excited, they still felt extremely shameless.

Especially Prince Lingzun was slapped in the face invisibly. Just now he was saying that Tang Chen's disciples were just here to deliver food.

However, facts speak louder than words, which is why Tang Chen ignored him.

Lin Jing couldn't help but swallow her saliva, and even doubted whether she could defeat Huang Ping'er.

Huang Ping'er's momentum is like a rainbow, his sword intent is sharp and profound, and his body is strong and constantly exudes fairy glow.

The ambition of youth is like a Kunpeng spreading its wings and shaking the sky.

The people from the Strange Clan outside the territory also became quiet at this moment, with expressions of disbelief on their faces.

They didn't expect that Long Guanzi would die tragically in the end, and they couldn't save him even if they wanted to.

Huang Ping'er turned his eyes and looked at the magic sword that fell to the ground, and suddenly had something in mind.

He stretched out his hand to take the magic sword, and someone suddenly shouted: "You evil beast in the Three Thousand Domains, you are not allowed to touch the magic sword!"

"Aren't you just a bunch of lambs waiting to be slaughtered? Ping'er, take it!" Tang Chen said sarcastically with his cold eyes sparkling.

The magic sword trembled, and it took off to return to the strange clan outside the territory.

But Huang Ping'er's true shadow of the emperor shook violently, with overwhelming imperial power, and the suppressing demon sword dropped like a prison.

The magic sword shook violently, but it could not escape at all. It was held tightly in Huang Ping'er's hand.

The demon sword contains terrifying will and was given to Long Guanzi by a terrifying and powerful man from the Holy Fairy Realm.

Huang Ping'er looked at the magic sword indifferently. The Huangjian bloodline is known as the emperor of all those who practice swordsmanship.

What should he be afraid of when it comes to swords?

The demon sword whined, and the will and the power of Huang Ping'er's blood collided with each other. In the end, it was suppressed forcefully, unable to make any trouble at all.

With the blood of Huangjian, it is really difficult for anyone to defeat him.

"Do you foreign tribesmen only have this much power?" Huang Ping'er turned around and asked, holding the magic sword in his hand.

Such a contemptuous and indifferent tone really stimulated the hearts of the foreign tribe.

A man with fair features and beautiful eyes, also wearing a white robe, yelled: "You are of Huangjian bloodline, but you are nothing, let me, Ma Xuanliang, kill you!"

Ma Xuanliang stepped into the bloodthirsty battlefield, his eyes cold and deep, wanting to avenge Long Guanzi.

The demonic sword in Huang Ping'er's hand stirred up ferocious demonic energy, forming a state of both good and evil with his swordsmanship.

He raised the magic sword high and slashed forward. The sword was sharp and brave, shining as brightly as the sun in the sky, and charged towards Ma Xuanliang.

Ma Xuanliang held the Dragon and Tiger Immortal Brush, and the brush moved like dragons and snakes, brushing dots, like iron paintings and silver hooks, painting in the void, holding the seal in his hand and shouted: "Ancient Temple!"

The main hall in the painting is rendered in black and white, but it has a vigorous and ancient atmosphere. It rises in the wind and looks like a mountain falling down.

The sword lights in the main hall burst out from each other, and the laws of the void avenue shattered, affecting both sides.

Huang Ping'er only took a step back and looked at the magic sword in his hand with a faint sense of joy. It was really quite good.

Ma Xuanliang just met him, blood flowed from the corners of his lips, and he was actually injured.

"this……"

The strange tribes outside the territory looked at each other in confusion. What is the origin of this Huangjian bloodline? It is comparable to the royal family and the royal family.

Ma Xuanliang's eyes were sinister, he wiped away the blood, gritted his teeth and said: "It's just the Huangjian bloodline, it's not a winning bloodline!"

He holds the Dragon and Tiger Immortal Pen in his hand and raises the sky with a clear roar that spreads thousands of miles and has a majestic pressure.

Ma Xuanliang spreads his pen and ink, dots are like peaches, and strokes are like knives.

A pitch-black sun appeared in the sky, accompanied by a white moon.

The pen and ink turn into the sun and the moon, my thoughts are in the ultimate state!

Ma Xuanliang's pupils shine like immortal colors, the dragon and tiger fairy pens dance, and the black and white sun and moon contain supreme divine power and fall down.

With every inch it fell, the black and white sun and moon continued to grow in size, and in the end they seemed to fill the entire world, trying to kill Huang Ping'er.

This situation made many cultivators in the Three Thousand Realms feel sad.

Even the junior members of the foreign tribe are so powerful, let alone the elders?

"Dimensional Slash!"

Huang Ping'er's eyes were filled with Taoist runes, and the magic sword was held at his waist, constantly shining with blue aurora. When he swung it out, he couldn't see the shadow of the sword at all, and said deeply.

The magic sword disappeared without a trace, reaching its extreme point. No one could see how many swords were being swung out.

In an instant, the void was like a piece of silk and satin cloth, being torn apart fiercely and filled with terrifying sword light.

The sun and moon shattered, leaving horrific and deep sword marks on the bloodthirsty battlefield.

Ma Xuanliang's expression changed with shock, and he couldn't help but roar, and burst out with his immortal power to resist.

But the power of Dimensional Slash is so great that it even involves the way of space.

Ma Xuanliang was seriously injured. One of his arms was broken, and the scars all over his body were so deep that the bones were visible.

His forehead was almost split open by Huang Ping'er, and he saw the soul inside.

Huang Ping'er gained the upper hand and showed no mercy to anyone, so he charged out with a magic sword.

Ma Xuanliang's ability to parry was too weak. It didn't mean that he lacked fighting power, but that he chose the wrong strategy.

If he kept a distance and fought Huang Ping'er, he might still have a chance.

But after fighting for hundreds of rounds, Ma Xuanliang's whole head was chopped open by Huang Ping'er's sword, and the soul inside was crushed.

Another member of the strange tribe outside the territory dies!

Tang Chen was very happy when he saw Huang Ping'er's powerful and almost invincible battle.

At least the kid is impeccable in swordsmanship.

The Wei clan outside the territory was furious and two young geniuses died, causing great losses.

"Who are you?" someone shouted.

Huang Ping'er said calmly: "I am Tang Chen, the eldest disciple of the Tang Sect. Huang Ping'er is just a cultivator in the Three Thousand Realms."

This sentence was proud and generous. The cultivators were even more excited after hearing it. This is what the Three Thousand Realms should look like.

"Who is the Tang Sect?"

"Who is Tang Chen?"

The people of the Outer Domain Weird Clan were full of questions.

After saying this, Huang Ping'er weighed the magic sword and turned to leave the bloodthirsty battlefield.

Seeing this, the Outer Domain Weird Clan said coldly: "Are you afraid? Afraid that someone will kill you, so you want to run away, right!"

They were irritating Huang Ping'er and wanted to wipe him out so that he would not become a figure who would resist the Outer Domain Ten Thousand Realms in the future.

"I'm afraid that if I kill you all, Ying Sui will have nothing to kill." Huang Ping'er said without looking back.

The Outer Domain Weird Clan was extremely angry. Did they really treat them as piglets?

The little Qilin glanced at his master and smiled, "Master, I'll go up then."

After that, he high-fived his senior brother and replaced him, and stepped onto the bloodthirsty battlefield under Tang Chen's gaze.

The little Qilin looked like a teenager, but he had the charm of a handsome man, with red lips and white teeth, a majestic bearing, and purple pupils as beautiful as diamonds.

But when his smile gradually faded, the original unique temperament of the True Qilin Clan was fully revealed.

"Pure-blooded Qilin, I'm interested!"

A deep voice sounded, and the immortal light stirred the bloodthirsty battlefield endlessly, and after it dissipated, a strong man was revealed.

The strong man had a white tiger head on his head, his body was strong and majestic, and the violent immortal energy swept like a mountain.

No matter how far away, you can feel the breath of this man, which makes people pale, too scary.

"Xuanqi Guanghu Clan." Tang Chen frowned when he saw this person.