Ling Tianhua frowned, looked at Ling Wushuang, and said faintly, "Wushuang, do you still have fantasies or feelings for Xiao Lang?"
"I... I didn't!" Ling Wushuang wanted to deny it, but unconsciously, her voice weakened.
It is naturally impossible to deceive Ling Tianhua in this way. A look of anger immediately appeared on Ling Tianhua's face, and his voice deepened, saying, "You still want to hide it from me? You are not a fool, am I? I tell you, Xiao Lang has already rejected you once, you How can you still have illusions about him? Let me tell you, Xiao Lang, and even the Xiao family, are the enemies of our Ling family!"
"Brother! In fact, why should we be so extreme? Xiao Lang may be right. You can't be lovers, but you can still be friends! Moreover, because of our relationship, Xiao Lang was sent to Shengtian Continent for five years. This... This should be enough!”
Ling Wushuang, who had completely calmed down, seemed to have suddenly figured it out and said in a loud voice.
"What's enough? He brought it upon himself! Do you know how many people have treated our Xiao family as a joke since that bastard rejected you? How can you swallow this tone?"
Seeing that Ling Tianhua's words became more and more harsh, Ling Wushuang shook his head with a look of disappointment on his face. He was silent for a moment and suddenly said, "This is my business. Brother, you should just leave it alone in the future?"
"What did you say?" Ling Tian Huazhi asked, unable to believe his ears.
Ling Wushuang didn't want to talk to Ling Tianhua anymore. Seeing that no one had any intention of helping, she bit her red lips, stood up, and rushed towards the blood-clothed crowd.
"Ling Wushuang, come back!" In my mind, this was the first time that Ling Wushuang disobeyed him. Ling Tianhua was shocked and angry, and shouted angrily.
But Ling Wushuang was obviously determined and ignored Ling Tianhua's shouts.
Ling Wushuang single-handedly charged into the blood-clothed crowd. The sword she wielded was airtight and water could not penetrate. Under the continuous snow-white sword light that was like heaven and earth, the blood-clothed crowd stepped back to avoid Wan Dong, Lin Feng and the others. Relieved a lot of pressure.
"Sister Wushuang, we knew your Ling family wouldn't just sit idly by."
Seeing Ling Wushuang, Lin Feng's expression immediately perked up, and even the injuries on his body seemed to be less painful. He said to Ling Wushuang with a bright smile.
Ling Wushuang snorted lightly and said, "Don't be too happy too early. I can only represent myself, not the Ling family."
After saying that, Ling Wushuang waved his hand and struck out with his sword, forcing a man in blood-clothed clothes to retreat. Then he quickly moved forward and stood with Lin Feng, Xin Wuhen and the others.
After hearing what Ling Wushuang said, Lin Feng realized that only Ling Wushuang rushed over, while the other masters of the Ling family still stood still.
Lin Feng's face suddenly turned bitter, and he said, "Sister Wushuang, we understand your intention, but with your own strength, I'm afraid you can't save your life. You'd better withdraw now, so as not to sacrifice your life in vain."
"Cut the nonsense!"
Ling Wushuang's temper was indeed not ordinary. As soon as Lin Feng's words fell to the ground, she pushed him back hard.
There was no more nonsense, and the sword in his hand danced even more urgently, almost sharing all the pressure on Lin Feng and Xin Wuhen. Looking around, apart from Wandong, there were the most people in blood-clothed clothes surrounding her.
Wan Dong couldn't help but look at Ling Wushuang a few more times, and his impression of her changed greatly.
Although this girl's temper is a little stubborn and a little extreme, she can't say that she is bad at heart. And she did not hesitate to fall out with her family, but also wanted to fight alone to help them, which made Wan Dong feel her deep love for Xiao Lang.
In the past five years, Xiao Lang was sent to Shengtian Continent. Although it was equivalent to ending his future, Xiao Lang had lived a very carefree life in these five years. Otherwise, he would not have created the reputation of Xiao Daxia. What's more, Ling Wushuang could only account for a small part of the reason why Xiao Lang was sent to Shengtian Continent, and more of it was the jade pendant that was causing trouble in his body. But in the past five years, Ling Wushuang not only had to cherish her longing for Xiao Lang, but also had to bear the blow of being rejected by Xiao Lang. Her life was probably the real torture.
After suffering like this for more than five years, only a saint can do it if he does not feel any hatred in his heart. Thinking about it this way, what Ling Wushuang did became excusable and not so hateful.
The addition of Ling Wushuang has eased the situation of Wandong and others, but only slightly, and it cannot fundamentally relieve the crisis they are facing. And as the remaining elementary Earth Wheels were injured one after another, more and more people in blood-clothed clothes broke through their defenses and began to attack Xiao Cunxin and others.
Although Xiao Cunxin's side had a large number of people, their combat effectiveness was undoubtedly much inferior to that of Wandong and the others. After a while, screams of injury began to sound. The situation is becoming more and more critical!
"Two elders, there are plenty of opportunities to get rid of that Xiao family boy. It doesn't have to be at this time. We should take action and get rid of these blood-clothed men. Otherwise, I'm afraid Wushuang will be in danger."
Ling Tian turned into Qi and returned to Qi, but he loved Ling Wushuang after all, so he said helplessly to Ling Wei Ling Gang.
Ling Wei didn't want to see anything happen to Ling Wushuang, and was about to nod in agreement, but at this moment, his expression suddenly changed drastically, and a deep fear surged onto his face like a storm, As if his whole body was electrocuted, he suddenly turned around and looked behind him.
Ling Gang and Ling Wei were indeed brothers. As if they were in touch with each other, they turned their heads behind them almost at the same time. The expressions on their faces were exactly the same.
The expressions on Ling Wei and Ling Gang's expressions immediately made Ling Tianhua's heart rise, and his eyes followed them subconsciously.
I saw another 'blood cloud' rising from there, but this time, the speed of the 'blood cloud' seemed to be moving faster and more violently!
"Another wave? What on earth is this? Why isn't it over yet?"
Ling Tianhua frowned slightly, his brows filled with disgust. I just feel that the cultivation of these blood-clothed people is not very good, but the endless waves of them are really annoying.
"No! There's something wrong with this wave of people in blood-clothed clothes. Everyone must be careful!"
The perception of a strong person in the Shen Dao realm is far beyond what the Tiange realm can match, and it is even more unmatched by those who are only half a step into Lingtian transformation.
As soon as Ling Tianhua finished speaking, Ling Wei's voice sounded quickly and solemnly.
The number of people in this wave of blood-clothed men was not very large, only twelve in total. But the momentum gathered by these twelve men in blood was even more terrifying than the hundreds of men in blood before. And their speed was undoubtedly faster. In the blink of an eye, Ling Tianhua had already reached the twelve men in blood.
"You people are neither human nor ghosts, go to hell!"
Before Ling Wei could make any arrangements, an impatient Tiange realm master roared and rushed out.
A split-air palm force, like lightning falling from the sky, went straight to the heart of one of the blood-clothed men.
These twelve blood-clothed men did not have blood-colored giant swords in their hands, only a pair of empty palms. However, they acted calmly and calmly against the rapid and fierce offensive of the master of that day, as if they did not take it into consideration at all. generally.
The other eleven blood-clothed men continued their offensive. The blood-clothed man selected as the target of the attack paused slightly, and the blood-colored cloak covering his whole body suddenly rose up, like a shield, sealing the grid realm. The palm strength exerted by the strong man.
Taking advantage of the moment when the strong man in the grid was stunned that day, the man in blood suddenly erupted, his figure was so fast that only a red light remained. The Tiange realm master from the Ling family didn't even have a chance to react. A bloody arrow suddenly burst out from his neck, and his throat was cut on the spot.
When the Tiange realm master slowly fell down, all the masters of the Ling family were shocked and stunned. Even Ling Wei and Ling Gang were shocked, and their eyes suddenly widened to the extreme.
Although the master of the Ling family who died was only at the elementary level of Tiange, if he wanted to kill the elementary level of Tiange instantly, he had to be at least at the peak level of Tiange to be able to do it. Could it be that the combat power of these twelve men in blood has reached the peak of Tiange
Ling Wei didn't allow Ling Wei to think too much. Twelve men in blood-clothed clothes had already attacked him, but they still didn't say a word and only killed people!
"Second brother, you protect Tianhua, I will deal with this wave of people in blood!"
After saying this, Ling Wei didn't wait for Ling Gang to react, then he stood up and struck at the twelve men in blood-clothed clothes with his palm.
Only this time, let alone killing three people with one palm, he couldn't even injure a man in blood.
The twelve men in blood-clothed clothes seemed to know that Ling Wei was powerful. As soon as Ling Wei's figure suddenly rose, the twelve men in blood-clothed clothes had already avoided him. When Ling Wei's palm power was released, the twelve The man in blood has long since become a bird and a beast.
"What a beast, let's see how long you can hide!"
Ling Wei shouted angrily, and was about to prepare a second wave of offensive, when six sharp and bloody attacks suddenly came from beside him, targeting six vital points around him at the same time.
An extremely strong warning signal suddenly surged from his heart. This warning sign clearly made him understand that it didn't take twelve, but only six men in blood-clothed clothes to pose a fatal threat to him.
Ling Wei did not dare to be negligent in the slightest, and hurriedly dodged with all his strength while waving his palms repeatedly, laying down a series of protective Dao Gang around his body to weaken and disintegrate the offensive of the six blood-clothed men.
There was a loud banging sound, and Ling Wei felt that his chest was feeling stuffy, as if someone had punched him five or six times in a row. Although it is not enough to hurt him, this feeling has shown that each of these twelve men in blood has a combat power that is not inferior to the peak of Tiange. Although he has not entered the realm of Shinto yet, he is probably not far away.
What are these powerful blood-clothed men, where do they come from, and who are they commanding? In addition to being shocked, Ling Wei's heart was filled with many unsolved mysteries. (To be continued)