"First of all, I hit the 'First Scale' on him, help, help me take revenge." Viper Scale tightly grabbed the skirt of a man in black, tensed his whole body, and used up his last strength. After saying such a sentence, he gasped a few times and died in the arms of the man in black.
It's hard for him to hold on until now. His whole body is covered with traces of being scorched by lightning, as well as lacerations from the wind blade, as well as various claw marks and bite marks.
However, he was able to survive until now only because the Viper team sacrificed three of them: tongue, teeth, and bones.
Of the seven-person Viper team, there are now only three left.
The Viper Head put down the Viper Scale corpse and looked at the devastated canyon. The corpses of the five demon apes could not be wasted. They had to be taken back. Can this make up for anything
cannot!
The only compensation was Tang Ling's body.
The Star Council suffered a huge loss in this battle, and the only victory that could be regarded as consolation was one - Viper Scale struck Chu Scale on Tang Ling's body.
**
A night of fierce fighting.
The Six Grassland Villages are cleaning up the remnants of the battlefield.
The same goes for the Star Council.
Tang Long sat quietly and calmly on a single chair on the roof of the three-story building in the base, watching the sky slowly light up.
This is a very strange process.
From pitch black, there was a hint of bright white at the edge, and then the bright white smudged out, and the sky slowly turned into ink black. Then this layer of ink became lighter and lighter, and the sky turned white.
The pale red sun begins to appear, coloring the sky and turning it into a heart-wrenching blue.
Tang Long liked watching the dawn very much.
This process will give the soul an enlightenment, allowing the heart to move from darkness and heaviness to bright hope.
"Master Long, it's dawn, we should go to the temple." Li Wu stood beside Tang Long and reminded him.
He was actually very nervous inside, and everyone heard the battle report just now very clearly.
167 people died in the battle, including 4 from the Purple Moon Warriors and 4 from the Viper Squadron.
Not to mention how great a miracle Tang Ling created, Tang Long would not care about the miracles Tang Ling created, because he is a miracle creator. Even in a place like Zhengjing City, his reputation is like the rising sun, the only one. The rising sun cannot be ignored.
Just wait for him to shine brightly one day.
The key to the matter is that Tang Long lost. In this encounter, even if Tang Ling had the advantage of mastering geographical information, Tang Long still lost.
There is no excuse for this.
After all, Tang Ling was alone, and Tang Long had a heart-stopping power.
In terms of advantages, Tang Long's advantage is probably even stronger.
"I can do better, right?" Tang Long picked up the cup next to him and took a sip of water.
The 17 years of self-disciplined life are not special circumstances. He only drinks plain water. He is the kind of person that others say is a genius and works harder than you.
Li Wu did not dare to speak.
In fact, he couldn't understand the fight between Tang Long and Tang Ling at all. Only after thinking about it afterwards did he realize that these fights were so shocking.
The two people were fighting at a 'strategic' level.
"I can actually do better." Tang Long stood up, and he didn't expect the stupid people around him to answer him.
"Master Long, call." Someone went up to the roof and respectfully handed Tang Long a communication device.
Tang Long took it silently.
"Tang Long, you should face failure for once." A deep and coercive voice came from the other end of the phone.
Who is this? Of course, he is the supreme speaker of the Star Council and Tang Long's adoptive father.
"Yeah, I know." The wind blew up Tang Long's black hair, and after a tired night, his eyes also had a few traces of bloodshot eyes.
"I hope you really know what it is like to face failure."
"Don't be extreme, don't be persistent. Just use it as motivation."
"What you say is more important than what you say." The Speaker was silent for a moment, and then continued: "Sometimes, the role of information is extremely powerful, and you have done a good job."
"" Tang Long was silent. Without the initial mistakes, Tang Ling would not have been able to turn his information into a final advantage.
The adoptive father was just trying to comfort him.
"It doesn't matter. After all, he is that person's son. If he is so easy to defeat, you will have one less opponent in your life who can sharpen you."
"On the way forward, the person who should be most grateful is the opponent. I hope you can understand." After saying this, the speaker hung up the call.
Tang Long held the communication device and smiled sadly, that person's son? Isn't he also that person's son
He was trained with the best resources and the best conditions since he was a child, that person’s son!
No one will understand the most shameful wound deep in his heart.
Of course, he wouldn't tell anyone how ridiculous this ugly wound was.
He, Tang Long, has always been the neglected son!
"The first scale of the viper scale hit Tang Ling. You don't need to tell me what to do next." Tang Long stood up and put on his white uniform.
"Let's go to the temple." He said lightly, turned around and went downstairs.
**
World news broke out again on this day.
There was nothing to hide, so many people participated in the operation, and people from the six grassland villages also experienced it together, so the information leaked out immediately.
"Tang Ling showed up, killed the Wolf King, fought against the Council, broke out with thousands of troops and horses, and Tang Feng reappeared?"
"The road to escape? The road to glory? The myth continues."
"Tang Long, the proud son of the emperor, was defeated, and Tang Ling, the son of myth, rose."
You have to admire the people who are engaged in intelligence work in this world. They are not pre-civilized reporters, because there is not much triviality in this world, and there is not much entertainment news.
The biggest gathering point in the world is the powerful people, and what happens to them is not called news, but intelligence.
But no matter what they are called, these intelligence officers can always smell the smell of important information at the first time, and then spread this information in the form of newspapers as soon as possible, causing the world to explode once again.
If Tang Ling's appearance for the first time only aroused some expectations in people's hearts.
Tang Ling's performance this time really made many people realize that he was Tang Feng's son. There was no need to expect anything from him. All they had to do was wait for him to grow up and finally shine with dazzling light.
Newspapers are circulated among major forces in the world, although they cannot be spread to some remote places, such as the Raziel Grassland and the outer city of Security Zone 17.
But most people who should have received the message did.
Tang Ling has already embarked on his path of glory, how should the rest of the people go their own paths
**
Holy Tree City.
Known as the most beautiful safe city in the world, it is also the most unique safe city in the world.
Because you will never find another city where the entire city is built on a tree.
No war will break out here.
No one can be charged with destroying the most sacred property of all mankind.
Yes, this giant tree is so huge that its crown alone occupies a radius of more than 200 miles. It is the wealth of all mankind. Who dares to fight here and destroy such a mysterious and great tree
There are many secrets and many puzzles about this giant tree.
But no matter whether it is secrets or puzzles, they are all in the hands of the world's top scientific and technological experts.
Therefore, many people can guess at this time that Holy Tree City is a safe city controlled by scientists.
It was a group of peace-loving scientists who only devoted themselves to scientific research and jointly controlled the city.
Of course, only they can occupy Holy Tree City so naturally and reasonably, so that all forces are willing to recognize its status as the City of Peace.
Except for the technologists, even if a huge force like the Star Council were to control Holy Tree City, they would not be able to convince the public.
It has been ten years since Han Ze came to Holy Tree City.
The ten years spent on him can only be regarded as a waste of time and a loss of fighting spirit.
Although the time has calmed down, I may not be able to let go of the memories.
Looking out through the window of the tree house, Han Ze, who lives in the middle of Holy Tree City, can see very far.
The vast green peaks with long veins, the majestic Huatai Peak, and the meandering Imperial River with abundant water flow through the mountains like a giant dragon full of vitality.
The wind blows the huge leaves, making a roaring sound, just like the years of youth turning up a pleasant wave in the memory.
Han Ze closed his eyes, not wanting to look at the white hair on his reflection on the glass cabinet.
You're old, when did these white hairs appear among the black hair? Thinking about it, Han Ze couldn't help but stroke the newspaper on the table and let out a sigh-like smile.
"Dad! Aren't you going to the Fruit Festival today?" A young man broke into Han Ze's room in a hurry.
Han Ze opened his eyes and saw his youngest son, Han Xing.
In the blink of an eye, is this little guy also 16 years old
"Old Han, do you believe that I know how to read faces?" Tang Feng smiled very meanly, and as he spoke, he held little Han Xing in his arms.
"I don't believe it, please give me your son back." Han Ze was very nervous. Tang Feng had no moral integrity. His son was only two years old, and Tang Feng actually carried his son into the street.
Pointing at the women coming and going, he taught her step by step: "Little Han Xing, to see which aunt is better, you have to look at the legs first."
"Legs, legs, legs."
"Yes, the legs should be long and straight. If they are still white, she will be a good aunt."
"Hehe, hehe, good auntie." Han Xing pointed at a woman and said.
"Oh, genius! This kid is a genius. He actually knows that the person wearing black stockings is a good aunt!" Tang Feng picked up Han Xing, kissed him hard, and rubbed his hair vigorously: "Genius!"
Han Ze felt his heart was broken! He felt that his youngest son would be led astray by Tang Feng since he was a child.
Therefore, Tang Feng was unwilling to take away his son again.
"Don't grab it. This time I want to teach him a set of swordsmanship, an outstanding swordsmanship that only he can master in the world!"
"I told you, I can tell fortunes! He will be the world's number one swordsman. He will fight side by side with my little Tang Ling, but when it comes to using a sword, my little Tang Ling will not be his opponent."
"Oh, go away! I'm not talking nonsense. After all, he is also the top three on my fire list. What's wrong with me cultivating him personally?"
"Give me your son. He's only two years old. You teach him how to practice a damn sword!"
The memories suddenly shattered before Han Ze's eyes, and he was a little lost.
"Dad?" Han Xing walked up to Han Ze, climbed up on his desk, waved his hand in front of Han Ze's eyes twice, and suddenly he jumped forward and rushed directly behind Han Ze.
Han Ze's eyes suddenly lit up. He grabbed a pen on his desk and suddenly stabbed Han Xing's eyes at a tricky angle.
Han Xing turned sideways and grabbed a wooden sword with his left hand.
With a sound of "噌噌噌"", the wooden swords and pens intertwined together. The expressions of the father and son changed at the same time, and then they exchanged quick blows. In just ten seconds, at least fifty swords were stabbed at each other.
Finally, Han Ze's pen was pressed against Han Xing's chest. Han Xing scratched his head in frustration, curled his lips and said, "I won't play anymore."
Han Ze dropped the pen in his hand and said calmly: "You are the only one who still wants my armor?"
Han Xing said nonchalantly: "If my swordsmanship hadn't been ineffective at times, you would have lost long ago."
Han Ze was silent. He thought of that man again. What kind of swordsmanship did he teach his son
Han Xing looked at the suit of armor behind the desk with greed, a blue uniform robe, and a strong dark dragon like a dark pattern on the back.
Only he knows how awesome this suit of armor is!
He has been coveting it for a long time.
"That swordsmanship of yours? Do you still remember who taught you?" Han Ze asked calmly while folding the newspaper.
"Who taught me what? I have no memory. I am a genius. That is the swordsmanship that is imprinted in my mind from birth." Han Xing said nonchalantly.
Suddenly, he noticed the newspaper in Han Ze's hand and grabbed it.
"Path of Glory? Tang Ling? Why is it this kid again? Why does he get on the news every time he does something?" Han Xing was a little unconvinced.
"You also want to be on the news? Can you do what he did?" Han Ze glanced at his son.
"I don't know." Han Ze scratched his head, but after a moment he smiled and said: "I just want to be on the news. If I am on the news, many young ladies will notice me. Look at Alice and Xiaojing in the city. , Dunzi, oh, there are a lot of young ladies, how dare they ignore me?"
Han Ze's face suddenly turned red. It seemed that subconscious memory was really stubborn, or was his son just a pervert
Thinking about it, he grabbed the pen holder on the table and threw it directly at Han Xing: "Get out of here!"
**
"Stop, stop for me." The world exploded again because of Tang Ling.
But what about Tang Ling himself? He hid in a cold, slightly damp cave.
The whole person was curled up and kept punching the cave wall one punch after another.
In just five minutes, he smashed the entire earth cave wall into a metallic sheen. This was a phenomenon that only appeared after the earth was pounded infinitely tight.
Looking carefully, there was a blue, twisted, snake-like mark on Tang Ling's back.
It was squirming and spreading, causing Tang Ling great pain every time it twisted.
This kind of pain is more painful than eating the meat of ferocious beasts, and at the same time, it carries an extremely cold feeling that goes deep into the bone marrow, as if every inch of flesh and blood is frozen.
There was a dagger next to Tang Ling, and his back was dripping with blood. It was obvious that he wanted to use the dagger to pick out this weird blue mark at first, but it was useless.
He just endured, his face turned pale due to the cold.
In the duel between the two, that Young Master Long did not lose so completely!
"Ah!" Deep in the cave, Tang Ling let out another uncontrollable roar.
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