Chapter 1179 Unparalleled

"Master Ling Xiao, do you really want to compete with me in physical strength?"

Wang Yan looked at Ling Xiao in surprise, with a hint of doubt on his brows.

He couldn't figure it out.

Is this young master of the Ling clan really arrogant and boundless or... the talent is eternal?

As we all know, this journey of immortality is too complicated to reach the limit after all.

Therefore, some people cultivate the sword, some cultivate the body, and some cultivate the soul.

Throughout the ages, those who really stand on the top of the sky have all cultivated one of the paths to the extreme, calling themselves emperors and flying immortals.

You may have heard the names of Sword Immortal, Thunder Emperor, Qin Demon, and Flame God, but have you ever heard of the Emperor of Qin, Chess, Calligraphy, and Painting, the Immortal of Sword, Gun, Ax and Yue?

Ling Xiao's reputation lies in the righteousness in his chest and the Qingfeng in his hands.

As for the physical body... It's not that Wang Yan is arrogant, looking at Qing Cang, there is no one who can compare with him.

"Scared?"

Ling Xiao smiled lightly, his black clothes fluttered, his own fairy spirit flowed, and he was unparalleled in handsomeness.

He stood there, but it was like the scorching sun in the sky, and the bright moon in the stars, making people dazzled.

even! !

Even the playful smile on the corner of his mouth is full of a clean and gentle taste with a hint of evil.

No, no, how can you call him evil, but he just feels a little...bad! !

Love love love!

"Afraid?"

Wang Yan shook his head and smiled, his face suddenly flashed with a strong fighting spirit, "I'm just afraid that if I make a move, I will hurt the young master and cause disaster."

"Like I said, I'm Ling Xiao. I never bully others. I fight fairly and live and die."

Ling Xiao said indifferently, his eyes were full of coldness.

If this Wang Yan doesn't try his best, how can he reap his name justifiably?

Although this Lijue doesn't have much luck, the violent way is still very good.

Now that there is an ancient clock of immortals and demons, Ling Xiao can't use the power of demons at will for the time being.

But whether it is the way of destroying the world or the nine ways of killing the sky in the ancient times, they are all his reliance on defeating immortals in the future.

No matter how small a leek is, it is also an opportunity for breakthrough!

"What a life and death! Everyone heard it. I have a fair fight with the young master today. I hope you can all be witnesses!"

Wang Yan stepped forward and stood in front of Ling Xiao, "Young Master! I've offended you!!!"

After the words fell, Wang Yan didn't hesitate any more, he took a step forward, and the dominance around him suddenly fell down.

I saw layers of ripples immediately above the void.

The incomparable general trend is like a divine mountain descending from the sky, a meteor falling to the west, imprisoning the heaven and earth, and obliterating the immortal way.

The entire hall was shattered with a bang, and the strong wind visible to the naked eye tore through the space and fell towards Ling Xiao.

It was obvious that Wang Yan used all his strength in this punch, and this pure physical strength had no flaws at all.

If you block it, you are the winner, otherwise you will lose.

only! !

Facing Wang Yan's figure falling from the sky, and the fist print the size of a human head, Ling Xiao didn't show a trace of panic on his face.

Immediately, under the shocked gazes of the clan's arrogance, he calmly stretched out a palm and clenched his fist, intending to collide with Wang Yan head-on.

"Young master..."

Hua Mingxi, Yao Guang and other women's pretty faces were slightly condensed, and there was a hint of worry in their eyes.

Although Ling Xiao's strength is well known, but in terms of physical strength alone, even a person of Sequence may not be able to match this Lijue.

"boom!!"

Just when everyone's faces were complicated and worried, they saw Wang Yan's fist mark finally collided with Ling Xiao.

"Crack!"

even! !

Before everyone could react, they saw that the strong wind rippling up the young master was dressed in black and had three thousand strands of hair.

But his figure never took half a step back.

The ear-piercing sound of breaking was clearly transmitted to everyone's ears, and even some timid and arrogant girls unconsciously closed their eyes, for fear of seeing the young master being smashed to pieces with a single punch.

Smoke and dust rose, charming eyes.

The entire hall fell into a strange dead silence.

"Broken!!"

After a long while, the layers of smoke dissipated, and there was a sudden exclamation from the crowd.

Then! !

Everyone was dumbfounded to see that the two figures still maintained their previous posture.

However, Wang Yan, who stood upright in mid-air, suddenly began to shatter inch by inch from the arm.

In just one breath, this evildoer of the Tianque Mansion, who resounded through the blue sky and possessed supreme strength, was shattered into flesh and blood.

Blood mist rises, and a strong bloody breath blows towards the face.

Everyone's eyes widened, their expressions were dull, and they fell into long-term shock.

Just for a moment, everyone didn't even notice the slightest wave of spiritual power.

In other words, the collision between the two was completely a collision of physical strength.

But even so, Young Master Ling Xiao still won.

No surprises, it was calm.

With one punch, Li Jue Wang Yan, known for his physical strength, was shattered.

"Gulu."

After a while, the sound of swallowing saliva suddenly came from the hall.

Ling Xiao, on the other hand, walked up to Hua Mingxi, held the three-thousand-year-old sword in his hand, and said in a cold voice, "I will keep this sword in my custody for the time being."

"Wait a moment!"

But, in the crowd

Everyone thought that when the feast came to an end, there was another soft shout from the crowd.

Zhao Badou, the descendant of Wensheng Xiangong, suddenly got up and looked towards Ling Xiao.

"Um?"

Ling Xiao frowned slightly, but there was a smile on his face.

"My lord is righteous, and Badou admires it, but Badou thinks that the sword is a gentleman in the army, and the three-thousand-year-old sword is a world-renowned sword. If you want to wield this sword, you may not be able to convince everyone with force alone."

"Oh? Brother Zhao means..."

Ling Xiao smiled, but he already understood in his heart what Zhao Badou wanted to do.

With the combat power he just showed, these so-called Tianjiao monsters dare not have the heart to fight.

However, Wensheng Xiangong entered Taoism with literature, and this Zhao Badou is also known as the reincarnation of Wensheng, so he must have a noble heart.

Today Ling Xiao is in the limelight, covering all directions, it is inevitable that no one will want to step on him and achieve the holy name of heaven and earth.

What's more, literati and inkmen care more about the talents that have been passed down through the ages.

Admired by the world, it is also called wish power, and it can lead to immortality!

"It is rumored that the Emperor Xuanyuan sealed the heavens with the blood of Xuanyuan, the God of War defeated the immortals, and established the foundation for the human race. Such great talent."

Zhao Badou's expression was indifferent, his whole body was sour, "Why don't you write a poem, my lord, and it's alright, but Badou still insists on his wish."

"A poem?"

Hua Mingxi's eyebrows were lightly clustered, and she was about to open her mouth to rescue Ling Xiao, but the latter shook her head and smiled, as if mocking herself.

"How can Ling be able to stand shoulder to shoulder with the Emperor, it's just a compliment from fellow Taoists Qing Cang."

"Um?"

Hearing this, Zhao Badou frowned slightly, and there seemed to be surprise in his eyes.

He didn't care much about the Excalibur.

It's just that as a descendant of Wensheng Palace, what he has been obsessed with since he was a child is all the pioneering actions of the sages of the human race.

In the current age of the Human Emperor, such a prestigious reputation is too absurd, he does not allow the world to belittle Xuanyuan Human Emperor so much!

Even if Ling Xiao's background is superb and his celestial appearance is outstanding, he doesn't care. Although he dies without regret, this is the character of a literati, also called... sour!

Shut up! !

Can the affairs of literati be called provocation?

This is called meeting friends in the language!

Gan!

"Forget it, although Ling is not talented, but this sword has a lot to do with it, so it can only be a show of shame."

Just when everyone thought that Ling Xiao was going to compromise, they saw tenderness suddenly appearing on his face, "Xianhuang has a beautiful woman, who is independent from the world, looking at the city of people, and then the country of people, I would rather not know Alluring the city and alluring the country, beautiful women are hard to come by."

"boom!!"

Endless fairy rhyme, quietly ups and downs.

At this time, everyone's faces became shocked and dull again.

Especially the black-clothed young man with melancholy eyes, like a ray of attachment, pierced deeply into the hearts of the world.

Fairy Phoenix? Gu? beautiful woman? Alluring city and country?

All of a sudden, the proud girl's eyes went black and she passed out on the spot, while the proud man's body trembled and his Dao heart trembled.

How affectionate it is to be able to open your mouth and recite such famous sayings handed down from generation to generation! !

Mr. Ling Xiao, you... are unparalleled in the world! !