The Strongest Sect Master In Cultivation World

They originally thought that Wang Tianzhe and Wu Jing would unleash their divine might, but in less than a round, both of them were killed in an instant.    

This was too ridiculous!    

Where was the promised massacre? Where was the promised massacre?    

Thinking of these two senior brothers who were so good to him, they died right before his eyes.    

They felt extremely uncomfortable in their hearts, and their eyes turned red.    

They stood rooted to the spot for a long period of time, and then burst into a burst of crying.    

"Wah! Big Senior Brother, you died so miserably! Senior Brother Wu, you died. Who taught me how to cultivate?"    

They couldn't believe it for a moment!    

After crying for a while, they looked towards the white-robed sword immortal.    

However, they discovered that Jiang Ling's face was calm and composed, and there wasn't much sadness on it.    

"These two disciples are still lacking in actual combat."    

"In the past, they were still able to deal with ordinary mutated creatures. However, once they encountered these demons, even an ordinary team leader would be able to kill them in an instant..."    

"They are still lacking in the beatings of experts!"    

Jiang Ling waved his hand, and two rays of spiritual light floated up from the bodies of the two of them.    

"Damn! It hurts!"    

"Dodge!"    

Wu Jing and Wang Tianzhe, who had been revived, jumped up like rabbits.    

"Didn't you just die once? Look at you fools!"    

Jiang Ling gave each of them a kick.    

"Don't worry..." He pointed at the two bodies on the ground. "As long as your bodies are still alive and your True Spirits are still alive, you won't die."    

"At most, it will only hurt for a bit"    

Hearing this, the two disciples smiled bitterly.    

Although it wasn't death, it was more like death.    

That terrifying attack from the Tiger Head Monster had directly crushed his own head.    

That kind of skull tightened, and his bones let out cracking sounds that couldn't bear the burden. It was still fresh in his memory, and his body was still in pain.    

The muscles in his limbs and bones were all trembling, and his hands and feet were sore and weak. The two of them still had lingering fears.    

Under such a condition, how could they fight again?    

However, it was useless not to cut a piece of jade.    

Jiang Ling remained unmoved. With a calm expression, he asked, "Are you ready?"    

"No, no!" The two of them waved their hands repeatedly.    

But in the next second, the two of them had already appeared under the training plaza.    

They were still at the center of the square.    

The two sides were still facing off against each other.    

"Pa!"    

After a clear sound, the statue-like army suddenly erupted with heaven-shaking, earth-shattering battle cries, crushing over like a tide.    

The two of them were caught in the middle, not even having a place to escape!    

"Die!    

The tiger-head monster roared, its claws reaching towards the two people's chests with lightning speed.    

The aura it released was ferocious. Its claws flashed with a cold light. Even the void was distorted by its claws.    

If they were caught, their intestines would be torn apart.    

The two of them steeled their hearts.    

Just now, the two of them had already "died" once.    

They didn't want to experience such a terrifying feeling a second time.    

"Kill!"    

Wu Jing's hands shook. The short stick in his hand was like a python that had left a hole, biting towards the opponent's wrist.    

That was the acupuncture point of the wrist.    

If he was hit, his entire body would be paralyzed for a while.    

This was fatal on the battlefield.    

The tiger-headed monster frowned. As it raised its right hand to avoid the short stick, it grabbed at Wu Jing's head with lightning speed.    

Just like the first time!    

"Senior Brother!" Wu Jing gritted his teeth. He did not care about this fierce attack and only sent out a signal.    

Wang Tianzhe, who was standing beside him, had been preparing for a long time. He raised his ten fingers and balls of light shot out from his hands. They were shining and giving off a powerful aura.    

"Yoruhana Boom!"    

He suddenly clasped his hands together.    

One after another, numerous balls of light containing powerful astral winds fiercely smashed into his body.    

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"    

The balls of light exploded, creating a deafening sound.    

It was also because of the explosion that Wu Jing's attack was forcefully interrupted.    

" Ahhhhh!"    

Under the bombardment, the Tiger Head Monster let out cries of pain.    

The destructive power of this ball of light was immense, and it created massive craters that were several feet wide. The green-white flames burned with shocking power.    

Even the nearby demons were affected.    

"He's dead now, isn't he?" Wu Jing wiped the sweat off his forehead.    

He saw that the tiger-headed monster's body was in tatters, and one of its hands had been blown off. A huge wound appeared on its chest, and one could see its intestines wriggling.    

"Human Clan! Die!"    

The dying tiger head monster suddenly twisted its body. Its long tail was like a steel whip, and it whipped towards Wu Jing with a terrifying force.    

"Be careful!" Wang Tianzhe hurriedly reminded.    

However, the speed of this attack was too fast. His eyes could see the afterimages, but his hands and feet could not react in time.    

Wu Jing could only watch helplessly as the tiger's tail smashed into his chest like a steel whip.    

His entire body shook, and he was sent flying backwards like a rag doll. He continuously spat out several mouthfuls of Essence Blood in the air.    

"Junior brother!"    

Wang Tianzhe was anxious in his heart, but he forcefully held back the urge to turn around.    

Because one of the demons had fallen, tens of thousands of demons were charging towards them from behind.    

There was no time for him to care!    

Under the tide-like attacks, he held on for more than ten breaths of time before he was hit by a [Bone Spikes Flying Centipede]. Bam!    

"Hu! Hu! Hu!"    

Jiang Ling waved his right hand.    

The two of them revived for the second time.    

Their foreheads were full of sweat, and their faces were pale like paper.    

"How is it? Have you gotten used to the rhythm?"    

"I've gotten used to it!" The two of them gritted their teeth and said word by word.    

Actually, they had only exchanged two or three moves, and had not even killed the tiger head monster.    

How could they be used to it?    

It was just that they had just come down from the battlefield, and their chests were still burning with the courage of blood.    

However, on the battlefield, the two armies collided.    

If anyone showed fear at first, they would not be far from death.    

Jiang Ling nodded his head in satisfaction.    

"Good, as expected of my disciple! Again!"    

The two disciples once again threw themselves into the meat grinder.    

This time, relying on their tacit cooperation, they killed the tiger head monster and snatched a huge hammer from it, starting to fight in the battle formation.    

After killing the two demon soldiers, they were smashed into meat paste by a huge rock that came from nowhere.    

The two of them died time and time again, getting up again and again.    

They were getting more and more familiar with the rhythm of the entire battlefield.    

Such a grand battlefield was different from a battle between two powerhouses. What was important was to kill the enemy as much as possible without getting injured.    

The moves needed to be fast and powerful. Moreover, one needed to be able to hear and look in all directions.    

One had to avoid attacks from other places at any time.    

Under such a trial of death, the battle experience of the two disciples grew at an astonishing rate.    

Even Lee Qingfeng was startled.    

"Kid, if you train them like this, at this rate, they will surely become Great Void Mix Stage warriors within two years!"    

Lee Qingfeng was full of praise for Jiang Ling's means.    

"Old man, these two years are nothing. I can still be faster!"