From the beginning of the battle until now.
Eleven minutes and twenty-three seconds have passed.
Without releasing his fighting spirit, Tang Ling seemed to have reached his limit.
The armor was completely useless for defense, and it was just a burden. Tang Ling took it off more than ten seconds ago.
Tang Ling's whole body was covered with scars, and there was almost no good piece of meat as big as a palm.
But even so, Tang Ling's eyes remained calm. He was half-kneeling in a corner of the deck, holding the Blood Pu Sword in his bloody hand. He breathed heavily and called out two numbers: "3, 7."
No one but himself could know the meaning of these two numbers.
According to Tang Ling's character, he would never place his hope on simply delaying time. He must have the possibility of saving himself in any situation.
The appearance of a high-level Purple Moon Warrior is indeed bad news, but in some ways, it is also good news, isn't it
Tang Ling wiped the sweat mixed with blood from his forehead and stood up. He wanted to continue fighting.
Compared to Tang Ling, the situation of the teenagers from the Zhan generation was much better. Although each of them had more or less wounds caused by Tang Ling, these scars were not intrusive and were just minor injuries. , their combat effectiveness is still intact.
It's just that in the thick fog, Tang Ling was as slippery as a blue-spotted loach. If he met him, he would immediately run away after a brief encounter. Among these young men of the Zhan generation, apart from Zhan Qi, there was nothing he could do to Tang Ling. With a fatal blow, the others simply had no ability to crush Tang Ling in a short time.
Therefore, the young men of the Zhan generation felt very aggrieved and felt that they could not exert their strength at all. Therefore, they inexplicably had great hatred for Tang Ling. Along with their inner anxiety, they gradually began to hate Tang Ling. Ling's contempt.
Does Tang Ling care? He doesn't care at all! Because from the beginning to the end, he had no intention of letting these young men with the word "war" show their full strength.
The purpose of fighting is to win. As for how you win, does it matter
Therefore, the battle situation was brought into an inexplicable stalemate by Tang Ling, which made the high-level Ziyue warriors guarding outside feel inexplicably anxious.
"Is it time to take action?" One of the high-level Ziyue warriors finally couldn't bear it anymore. The whole battle was inexplicably delayed by Tang Ling for a full twelve minutes.
The nearest ship will be able to see the situation on the sea in a minute at most. If we don't take action, many accidents will happen.
Faced with such urging, Eagle Eyes did not show any anxiety, and just said calmly: "Wait another fifty seconds."
In his declaration, it was indeed clearly stated that he would kill Tang Ling one minute before the first ship arrived.
This minute does not include the process of the ship approaching.
So, he still has to wait.
He believed that the conditions he proposed were very reasonable.
Tang Ling seemed to have tried his best to delay for more than ten minutes, but he would face the biggest crisis in the next minute.
Are you showing your trump card? Or resist
Time continues to move forward minute by minute and without mercy.
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"Hey, can this Tang Ling survive?" There was a very small isolated island somewhere less than two nautical miles away from Tang Ling's warship.
It is said to be an island, but it is just a small area composed of a few large rocks.
At this time, a man with red hair and a pair of flying eyebrows was squatting on a rock, holding a piece of fruit similar to a watermelon from pre-civilizations in his hands, and while chewing it, he stared at Tang Tang in a theatrical tone. Ling that ship wrapped in thick fog.
Next to him, stood a woman. Her appearance was very beautiful, so beautiful that people could not help but feel ashamed of their appearance when they saw her.
If in this world, the beauty of the other shore carries a thrilling temptation, the beauty of this woman is on par with the other shore, with a fairy spirit and coldness that cannot be blasphemed.
Facing the red-haired man's question, the woman didn't answer anything. Her face always maintained an unusually indifferent expression, which made people feel as if nothing in the world could move her.
"Sir, what are we going to do? Can you give me an explanation?" After chewing the fruit in his hand, the red-haired man wiped his hands casually and stood up.
Although he looked domineering, the respect shown in his eyes when facing this woman was by no means fake.
"Everything follows the rules." Faced with the red-haired man's questioning again, the woman finally spoke.
"Ah? If anything unexpected happens here in Tang Ling, we" The red-haired man had a puzzled look on his face, and he glanced down at the watch in his hand. If we follow the rules and the results of the negotiation with the Star Council, Then in thirty-seven seconds, Tang Ling would face the attack of an upper-level Ziyue warrior.
There would be no miracles. The biggest 'legacy' Tang Feng left to Tang Ling was that the mysterious power hidden in the war seed had been used by Tang Ling in the life and death battle.
With Tang Ling's current strength as a quasi-Purple Moon Warrior, he was lucky to be able to delay even one second against an upper-level Purple Moon Warrior.
But adults actually have to follow the rules completely
Thinking of this, the red-haired man couldn't help frowning and asked again: "Aren't you worried about Tang Ling's death at all?"
"Tang Ling didn't rise, so how can we say he fell? And you have to remember that we are not here because of Tang Ling, but to abide by the agreement with Tang Feng. Rules are irreversible." Facing the red-haired man's question , the stunningly beautiful woman still refuses to break the rules.
"But, he is Tang Feng's son. Could it be that you?" The red-haired man seemed a little anxious and couldn't help but say something like this.
After he finished speaking, he immediately knelt down on one knee at the feet of the beautiful woman and said, "Master Wei Ying, I was so presumptuous."
"It doesn't matter what you say. It doesn't matter what you say. As long as your behavior is in line with your identity, I won't care about anything else." The expression of the woman known as Lord Weiying remained unchanged.
The sea breeze blew through her black hair and raised her dark blue robe. You could see a silver embroidered moon pattern on the robe.
"Remember, if Tang Ling falls, he is not the one who needs to be valued." Wei Ying said again in the sea breeze.
"Yes." The red-haired man agreed and stood up.
Despite this, he couldn't help but glance at his watch. In thirteen seconds, Tang Ling would directly face the upper-level Purple Moon Warrior, but he couldn't take action.
Could it be that Tang Feng's son was going to suffer like this
After updating it today, I finally feel a little more at ease. Well, on the eve of the New Year, I am very happy to be here to wish you all a happy New Year, and say at the right time, 'Wishing away the old and welcoming the new, may everything go well.' In addition, this Spring Festival is also special. We have once again encountered difficulties. Now an infectious disease has broken out, which makes everyone feel a little heavier. But it doesn't matter. I think it's good to relax and take precautions. I firmly believe that everything will pass safely and all readers will be in good health. And a difficult start to the new year may herald a better year, because we encountered the big difficulties at the beginning of the new year and overcame them. Come on Wuhan, come on China. Finally, I would like to bless every one of my readers with the most sincere heart. Sansan wishes everyone a happy new year! After spring break, I will tally up the word count I owe.
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