"If you don't do it, it will be too late for him to do it!"
Ling Cong's face was helpless, and he clasped his fists at Ming Feizhen and said, "This eldest brother, I don't like killing people, please step away from us."
Ming Feizhen didn't say a word, still walking forward slowly.
Ling Hanzhong only felt the thumping sound revolving in the cochlea, and kept urging: "Cong'er! Don't do it yet!! Hurry up!!"
"I… "
"Although come in." Ming Fei really didn't stop, but showed a rare smile: "I rarely see someone like you in the White King's Seven Crowns."
Ling Cong touched his head, and seemed to be suddenly praised, and he was at a loss: "I, I am often said to be outrageous. But I really don't dare to do anything with you."
"What are you afraid of?"
"I, my martial arts skills are low, and I often beat people to death."
"These two sentences have opposite meanings."
Ling Cong's mind is pure, it's not that he doesn't lie, but he really doesn't lie.
"It's true, it's true!" Ling Cong said solemnly, "I'm not good at martial arts, people always say that I cheat and steal, they get angry with me, and they slash over when they yell at me. I accidentally fight back. , but he killed people again." As if afraid that he would not believe it, he killed him with another wrong hand, and added two sentences, "If you don't believe it, I will not be responsible if you die."
He is a god-given internal force, and he is not good at using it, and he has no sense in moving with others. He was always frightened, and he was seriously injured with a hurried palm, with few exceptions. On that day, he won the main position of Tian Cong Guan, and he competed with his peers, and he almost chose the entire Tian Cong Guan. In his life, apart from the alien who taught him the method of restraining his inner strength, even Ling Hanzhong did not dare to personally try his thunder power, which was scorned by the blocker.
"Don't worry, I won't die." Ming Feizhen kept walking, narrowing the distance with him, "You attack with all your strength, remember not to hold back."
When Ling Cong saw that Ming was not really insisting, his uncle kept urging him. There was no other way, so he had to say, "Well, you're going to fight. After that, don't think my martial arts skills are low and come to kill me again. Then I can't save you."
"Can."
"You don't want to tease me. In the past, my uncle said that he would not scold me for scolding me, but he scolded me after only five strokes. He wanted me to do something with him in the future, only one hand, one leg, right hand and right hand. Legs are not allowed."
He didn't have any scheming, he kept talking, flushed Ling Hanzhong's face with shame, and shouted: "If you don't do anything, what nonsense are you talking about!" But there were also many swordsmen behind him who burst out laughing. The laughter suddenly couldn't help but burst into laughter, one after another, that puffy joy became a puffy baile, and Ling Hanzhong was even more ashamed.
"Ming Ming, if you are afraid of my nephew, just say it directly, don't lie to children."
Ming Feizhen smiled lightly: "That's it, let's make a move."
Ling Cong heard that he was very confident and put down his mind a little. His palms were slightly swayed, and there was no special posture, but he suddenly felt a rush of anger spread out with Ling Cong as the center point, as if the thunder was coming. His whole body was full of infuriating infuriating energy, like a thunder-clad armor, even the Forbidden Wind and Thunder Palm Technique of the Wuyi Gang had no such ability.
"Be careful!"
The baby-faced youth turned into a thunderbolt and shot out, Ming Feizhen slashed the black knife in his hand with his backhand. Both moved in an instant, and no one could clearly capture their movements. I saw the two figures move, and everything has changed.
Ming Fei's real sword was taken by Ling Cong's hands together. The two remained motionless to each other, as if the picture had frozen. No one knows how it became like this, the movement is so fast that it makes people feel cold behind.
Ling Cong's whole body has been transformed by Tianlei. In addition to his stronger physique and more abundant internal strength, what has become the most powerful is his sharp facial features. Affected by the thunder, Ling Cong's eyesight was terrifyingly good. Even at night, he could still see things. In his eyes, flying eagles and falling feathers were like slow ants. This is why, he is the only one who can catch Ling Xuezhao flying over when everyone has no time to react.
He could see Mingfei's real movements.
"Oh? It's interesting." Ming Feizhen expressed his admiration for his opponent in this battle for the first time.
Ling Cong did not reply.
"It's really good, if... I can practice for another five or ten years."
The black knife was gently and slowly pulled out from between Ling Cong's hands. Ling Cong remained motionless, the boss with his eyes wide open, his expression did not change at all. As if it was the blow of the black knife just now, even his soul was shattered at the same time.
Ming Feizhen pulled Ling Cong with one hand and kept walking, dragging him forward.
"It is said that… "
Ming Feizhen seemed to want to move his muscles and bones, lightly throwing away the black knife, but a circle of knife waves swept away at the same time, and more than 30 swordsmen were almost unsteady due to the knife energy.
"Lushan Jianguan is full of talented people. There is a monster newcomer who can be called 'killing the wild'. He once killed the magic guardian on the Lawless Cliff.
As he spoke, he stepped over Ling Xuezhao who was completely unconscious.
"Or, there is one, who is known as the master of the first peak under the Five Old Peaks of Mount Lu, who is a juvenile genius, whose art descends from the sky, and who is born with a strange inner strength.
Ling Cong, who had five fingers apart and was still unable to use his thunder force, slowly slipped out of Ming Feizhen's hands, his eyes were still open, as if he was a dead corpse.
"I said, why do you keep retreating?"
Hundreds of pale-faced swordsmen were forced to retreat by a young man with a black knife. When they heard this, they said the last thing they wanted to hear from the bottom of their hearts.
"Who's—next?"
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It's a nightmare.
In the end of Ling Hanzhong's life, he could never get rid of this huge nightmare. It's just that he still doesn't know.
Ling Hanzhong pointed at the young man holding the black knife, and hurriedly shouted: "Hey, kill him for this old man!"
His old voice echoed in the woods, and there was only silence in response.
"You do it! You forgot who the old man is? You are not listening to the old man's orders!"
Rather, it was an order to 'die for me', but the old man took it for granted. Combined with his hesitant and desolate tone, the imagery of 'Heroes Twilight' is especially strong, to the point where it can't bear to look directly.
Forget who moved first.
One of the swordsmen took the lead and stepped forward. But no one paid attention to who came first, and maybe everyone had the same idea, so the order didn't matter. Hundreds of swordsmen, the bright sword light in their hands, rushed down like a snowstorm.
The swordsmen of Lushan Jianguan moved.
But the reason must not be the hoarse cry of the Lord of One View and the wasteful howl of a dog who is almost bereaved. It is their duty to protect the spectators. However, in their minds, Guanzhu has its own definition of Guanzhu. The one-view master of Lushan Jianguan may not be merciful and kind, he may not be fair, he may not be brave and unparalleled, but he cannot do without the responsibility of the one-view master. From the moment he lost even his courage and courage, he was no longer regarded as the leader of the Sword View.
However, the swordsmen of Lushan Jianguan did not join forces. Don't take advantage of the other party.
"You guys are crazy! Why do you do such a stupid thing!? He even defeated Cong'er, how can you be his opponent one-on-one! Surround the old man and join forces to kill this kid!"
Ling Hanzhong sincerely couldn't understand why they did this. Not now, in years, or nearly twenty years, but in his entire life, he has never understood the meaning of such reckless behavior. The opponent can defeat Murong Song, Ling Xuezhao, and Ling Cong, the three masters who are the most powerful in Lushan Mountain. How can they be the enemy in one-on-one time
In his opinion, this kind of suicidal door-to-door court death does not deserve any other comment from him except stupid.
"You idiots! Give me..."
"shut up."
Ling Hanzhong's anger and speech were interrupted by a long-haired man, who had been standing silently behind Ling Hanzhong, as if separated from the world, and everything in front of him had nothing to do with him. However, at this moment, he seemed to wake up suddenly, his dark eyes gleaming with lustrous light, staring at the young man who was fighting against Lushan swordsmen alone.
"You, you spoke."
In my impression, this person has not talked to him for a long time. But after all these years, the first thing he really said to him was "You'll never understand."