"Your path ends here" Ling Dao's killing all the way had already alarmed the upper echelons of the Ziwei Holy Land.
This peerless powerhouse is the Supreme Elder Zi Wuji of the Ziwei Holy Land, residing in the Ninth Heaven.
Although Ling Dao was a kendo genius, he was too young after all.
If Ling Dao was given enough time to grow, perhaps Zi Wuji would not be his opponent.
But now Ling Dao, Zi Wuji didn't take him seriously at all.
What Ling Dao had done before had already made the high-level officials of the Ziwei Holy Land furious, so Zi Wuji had come in person.
"You are indeed very strong, but since I dare to break into the crape myrtle holy land, I have no intention of going back alive" Zi Wuji's realm is definitely much higher than Ling Dao, this is clear to Zi Wuji, and Ling Dao is also clear.
However, Ling Dao was not only not afraid, but on the contrary, his battle intent was monstrous, his black hair was dancing wildly, and the sword in his hand was even more excited and moaned.
"Zheng Zheng" The long sword danced, and millions of sword qi were flooded here in an instant.
In an instant, Ling Dao stabbed out thousands of swords, and the rich sword light seemed to turn into a silver moon, illuminating the entire battlefield.
His eyes were extremely deep, and at this moment, he had entered a mysterious realm.
In front of his eyes, there was nothing but the sword in his hand.
Each of his swords is ingenious, seemingly simple, but it seems to be extremely complicated, quite contradictory.
"This kid, such a high kendo talent" As the Supreme Elder of the Ziwei Holy Land, Zi Wuji had seen many geniuses.
However, such a high kendo talent is extremely rare.
It's a pity that Ling Dao is his enemy, so it's not a good thing to have a high talent.
"Your sword is too weak to hurt Elder Ben" Zi Wuji's long purple hair flickered, and he slowly raised his right hand, his index and middle fingers slamming Ling Dao's long sword.
Ling Dao's sword speed was extremely fast, but unfortunately, due to the realm gap, in front of Zi Wuji, it was nothing at all.
Just the index finger and middle finger were holding the long sword in Ling Dao's hand.
No matter how Ling Dao swung the long sword in his hand, he couldn't get rid of Zi Wuji's two fingers.
The realm gap between them is too big, and it is not a level at all.
"Sword, broken" Zi Wuji's mouth coldly spat out two words, and immediately after, Ling Dao's long sword let out a wail and broke into two.
Zi Wuji threw away the tip of the sword in his hand without care, but what Ling Dao was holding in his hand was a broken sword.
"Your sword has been broken, what else do you use to fight Elder Ben?"
In the face of absolute power, the so-called kendo talent has no effect at all.
It was not difficult for Zi Wuji to kill Ling Dao.
However, he had more important things to do before killing Ling Dao.
"I still have a broken sword, and I can still make a sword" "Three Styles" Even if there was only a broken sword, Ling Dao still displayed the Ling family's swordsmanship.
Broken Swords don't have a tip, but they can kill enemies just as well.
Ling Xiao's three styles, when they are displayed, they are naturally extremely skillful, and as soon as the three styles come out, Ling Dao's momentum has changed.
The sword is a broken sword, but Ling Dao's combat power has not only not weakened, but has increased.
In Zi Wuji's eyes, a trace of cold killing intent flashed.
Such a kendo genius must be eliminated, otherwise it will definitely bring even greater disasters to the Ziwei Holy Land.
"Carving insect skills, dare to be ugly" This time, Zi Wuji stretched out his right hand and grabbed Ling Dao's broken sword violently.
No matter what sword moves Ling Dao used, in front of him, it was useless at all.
He gripped his sword tightly, and then laughed.
"What would you do if your sword shattered?"
"Click" The broken sword was reduced to pieces, even the hilt.
In Ling Dao's hand, there was no sword left.
Zi Wuji looked at Ling Dao for a long time, but he wanted to see how Ling Dao coped.
"It's a pity that I can't do it without a sword in my hand and a sword in my heart, it seems that I can only fight" Even without a sword, Ling Dao still wouldn't compromise, he still had both hands.
Ling Dao didn't say a word, he just swung his fists and struck at Zi Wuji.
He didn't make the sword an opponent of Zi Wuji, and now he was even less of Zi Wuji's opponent.
The next moment, Zi Wuji grabbed Ling Dao's hands, and even the sword couldn't hurt him, let alone Ling Dao's fists.
Ling Dao pursed his lips, it seems that it is indeed impossible to escape death today, but anyway, he has already killed so many powerhouses of Ziwei Holy Land, it is worth it "Hand over the Wild Immortal Strength, Elder Ben will spare you from dying, otherwise you will be worse off than dead."
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Ziwei Holy Land has dealt with Ling Dao many times, just because Ling Dao has obtained the Wild Immortal Strength.
However, only Ling Dao himself knew that the Wild Immortal Jin was simply unable to cultivate.
This technique was in his mind, but he could only see the five ancient characters of Barbarian Immortal Jin, and the rest of the content was blank.
"If you want to kill, you will kill, where can you get so much nonsense and want exercises, there is no door" Ling Dao was extremely honorable, anyway, before coming to the Ziwei Holy Land, he was ready to die.
After all, with his current strength, it was simply impossible to sweep the entire Ziwei Holy Land.
"There's no need to talk nonsense with him, leave it to this seat to deal with" Just as Zi Wuji was about to use his means, a majestic voice sounded in his mind.
Zi Wuji nodded, glared at Ling Dao fiercely, and then left here.
Just when Ling Dao was puzzled, a loud voice rang out.
"Ling Dao, you have committed a catastrophe, even if you die, it is difficult to atone for your sins Today, this seat will suppress you under the Divine Sword Mountain, and the sentence is five thousand years" Immediately after, Ling Dao felt a change in the scene in front of him, and he appeared in a barren mountain.
Soon, it was dark, and when Ling Dao raised his head, he saw an incomparably huge divine sword suppressed.
The Excalibur penetrated the sky and the earth, reaching thousands of feet long, and soon turned into a mountain.
Ling Dao only felt a force trapping him, making him unable to move.
Soon, Shenjian Mountain fell, crushing him to the bottom of the mountain.
"Divine Sword Mountain, it will overflow with countless sword qi and erode your physical body.
Suppressed under Excalibur Mountain, you will be tortured, and life is worse than death.
As long as you don't hand over the Savage Immortal Power for a day, then you will stay at the foot of the Divine Sword Mountain all the time."
Ling Dao also felt it, and wisps of sword qi invaded his physical body.
As the sword qi became more and more, cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
It was as if his body was being cut continuously, and the severe pain made Ling Dao's brows furrow.
"If you want me to hand over the wild and immortal power, let alone five thousand years, even if it is fifty thousand years, I won't give" ntforiitfreeti0 t1706231537: