At this moment, Song Yujia, who was lying on the ground beaten by Wu Ling, also struggled to stand up. She lifted up her anger and laughed loudly. The voice seemed to be emotional, but implied something else: "Okay, Wu Ling, you are really amazing. It seems that in Xiangcheng today, you have made up your mind to show off."
Wu Xianyang in the crowd nodded secretly: "This woman is not a kind person, and the second child has such an outstanding disciple. Hehe, it seems that my old man will be inevitably rescued for a while. Hey, no, whoever lets us all It’s from Huayu Pavilion."
How could the other thirty-five people know the implication in Song Yujia's voice? Excited, it was like adding fuel to the fire, and it was agitated immediately!
A master of the Song family jumped like thunder, waved his arms, and screamed forward like a flying eagle, hissing angrily: "I, Song Ziyu, will be the first to come and meet you for a while, and I'll be the first one to be the first one to come here to meet you!"
"Good come!" Wu Ling's indifferent eyes finally had a ray of light, like a tiger roaring in the mountains and forests, and when he shot it, there was a stormy sea. "Take me!"
A single fist punched, like a drum of war, with a punch that went through the sky, and the sound was like a thunderbolt.
Song Zi's fish body technique is quite exquisite, and he avoided this punch in a thrilling manner. Rao is so, still shaved blood by the remaining power of this punch, Ju Xiang entered the sky!
"Okay!" Wu Ling opened his eyes wide, and jumped into the air. The fire-like arrogance rushed into the night, hit the person with a punch, and blasted him to the ground with one of his backhands!
Song Ziyu screamed miserably and went straight down, head down and feet up, head touching the ground. When he reached his body, he was completely blasted into a pool of blood.
"I'm coming!" Another Song family expert leaped forward, roaring with courage, and roaring like thunder, "Take me!"
"How about you here!" Wu Ling turned around his crossarm, his iron arm was like a mountain, and he swept the man into two pieces with one arm.
Looking around, another person suddenly leaped over. Wu Ling was glaring at King Kong, spinning out with fists! In an instant, the qi sent out was magnificent like a mountain. Even though it was a blow in the air, this person was still spurting blood and his chest collapsed!
The burning smell spread instantaneously, and Wu Ling was about to burn all over, chasing him in a straight line. Grabbing this person's arms, there was a Wudang whistle in his throat: "Oh!"
The horrible cry of this person stopped abruptly, and was actually shaken to death by Wu Ling's howling!
Three strokes kill three easy tendons! None of them survived!
Everyone was horrified, and swallowed all the cheers and cheers for a while, leaving a dead silence that represented fear.
"How could this son be so terrible, so cruel!" Everyone in the Song family looked pale, and witnessed the killing of three strong men in the Yijin realm. It was at this moment that they finally witnessed this deeply rooted in their hearts. The trembling picture.
This situation, this situation, this prestige, and this arrogance, and who dares to stop it!
"On your own, you are definitely not rivals. What if I let you have one hand, three, together!"
Wu Ling laughed loudly: "The three come together!"
The people of the Song family were photographed in his prestige. They were ashamed and trembling for a while, and finally some people were not angry and angered: "Let's come!"
When the three Song family masters leaped over, Wu Ling's violent stature like fire arrived in the blink of an eye. A gossip palm came out with a bang, and there was the power of a sparkling prairie that swept all things. The momentum screamed and broke through the three people. A weird gossip graphic hit one of the people's arms, and the person was broken into bones. He spurted blood and flew out 100 meters on the spot, and the dead body continued to stop.
The other two displayed their weapons, Wu Ling instantly rage and thunder fingers lased repeatedly, and the blood burst into the sky, swaying out, the sky full of finger lights formed a colorful grid in the sky, like an invincible silkworm. The net enveloped the two.
By the time the sky was covered, the two Song family masters had already been cut into powder.
The power of a finger is as strong as this. With a scream, another person rushed up and was chopped off with a knife. A line of blood exploded from the forehead to the abdomen, bursting into two corpses in an instant!
The other person's body was stronger, Wu Ling grabbed the spirit, frantic, swiped his fingers and cut, and each finger went straight to the key points of the acupuncture points, and he was extremely tough!
Papa Pa continued to point out that the last Song family master who rushed up spurted blood, and was cut back 100 meters by Wu Ling in the blink of an eye, as if ploughing a deep ditch in the ground, panicking: "What kind of work is this? How could Zi's finger strength be so strong?"
Wu Ling Yangtian smiled indulgently: "Hahaha, happy, really happy! I'll come back to fight again!"
"This time, it will be ten at a time."
Everyone in the Song family was full of cold, their legs trembled slightly, and they were frightened. They were all horrified: "How can this person be so tyrannical, so easy to kill, is it a monster and a ghost! This world, when will it come out? Waiting for a monster?"
The so-called frightened news is exactly that.
"We don't believe it, ten of you can't beat you!" Countless people among the Song family masters screamed, countless people exclaimed, but there are still people who have the courage to fight, and invite ten people to jump over with rage: "Today you are another Crazy, could it have beaten our ten Yijin second-tier. We don't believe it, we can't beat you, even if you are in Yijin realm, you won't succeed!"
None of these people were aware of it. With this sentence, they were psychologically weaker than martial arts.
After killing many people in a row, Wu Ling had already climbed up to the top regardless of his aura or aura. Not to mention that it was the second-tier group of Yijin, even if Song Yujia personally ended up, he would never have a bloody battle without distracting thoughts!
"Kill!" In Wu Ling's eyes, the flow of Blood Fiend kept turning. The thick bloody aura from the killing had been captured very well in the past, but it was finally released at this time, and it was suffocating with its momentum!
"This person is so murderous, so terrible. He has killed so many people in the past, no wonder it is so." The ten people were choked, frightened and angry, and they would never take it lightly. They wanted to join hands in besieging them: "Be careful, His fists are too strong."
"It's useless to be careful!" Wu Ling's mouth was bursting with spring thunder, and the body technique supported by Yuhua Dengxianbu was displayed again. It became more and more turbulent as the fighting spirit boiled, and even lingered around the terrifying fire, as if the whole body was burning, and when he got closer, he felt endless anxieties on his face.
Fighting for a while, Wu Ling succeeded in beheading one person. The head of the body is in a different place, and the blood flows into a river.
Taking advantage of the moment when the three of them were more concentrated, Wu Ling glared, almost trying to release a dazzling light in his eyes, stomped his feet, and slammed out with a single palm: "Thunderstorm and thunder palm!"
Suddenly, the earth will shake, the mountains will shake, the world will be overturned, and the rivers will tremble!
One punch up and down suddenly swallowed the mountains and rivers with anger. The aura that was so fierce and ferocious as to the extreme, even the world seemed to be omnipresent with this endless power.
Bombard and kill the enemy with absolute superiority, the strongest attack power of the thunderous palm is the most suitable, no matter how strong the opponent is, it will be buried in the endless sea like the thunderous waves. A fist came down, and it was like a mountain falling down!
The three of them turned crazily red, and their faces instantly became earthy: "How can there be such a mighty power, such a fierce martial arts under the sky!"
Once the Thunder Palm is displayed, it must be won by strength, and the opponent will be crushed alive with three-tier punches.
How could the three of them be able to withstand this terrifying power, their bones all over their bodies were bursting like firecrackers, and they were crushed into a pile of rotten flesh in the blink of an eye. The seven orifices were bleeding, and they were crushed to death!
The remaining few people are all icy cold, like being in a ten thousand year ice cave, their fears can no longer be restrained, and they have left traces of extreme fear in their hearts. A pair of panic eyes are full of incredible and trembling!
The power of such blood evil made these people feel timid when their eyes were swept away, and withdrew three steps back on their own.
At this moment of the war, Wu Ling was like the God of War and Killing God, and it really made everyone completely frightened!
"Okay, so courageous, good martial arts, so fierce!" Wu Xingyang was intoxicated, praised the festival, and a hint of admiration re-emerged: "No wonder, no wonder, Linghu Xiong's eyes are really good."
"People don't offend me, I don't criminal; if people offend me, I will kill them!" Wu Xianyang suddenly remembered this sentence and said slowly, "Although this son is fierce, it matches the rules of this world. Since ancient times, Since then, the person who can obtain the true meaning of martial arts must be the one who kills and decisively. Hehe, I am more and more interested in this kid."
"A person who can get the true meaning of martial arts must be the one who kills and kills?" Li Yufan didn't know when he got to the side of Wu Xingyang, with a confused expression, savoring these words carefully.
Wu Xieyang turned his head to look, but was shocked. He was too focused on observing the battle ahead, and he didn't even leaned over from Yu Fan.
Wu Xianyang smiled without answering, and a line of sternness in his heart condensed into an ice line: "Young man, as I guessed right, you and Wu Ling are also on the fourth level of Yijin. However, you will never want to catch up with him in your entire life. Just look at this martial skill called Jingtao Ben Lei Zhang, it is really amazing, it is the most fierce martial skill I have seen in my life, and I didn't lose to it."
Hearing this, Li Yufan's expression was cold, and he thought to himself, who is this old man, and why can he draw such an absurd conclusion with just a glance
However, after all, he was the eldest young master who left home from the empire's largest family, and his martial arts journey was indeed his lifelong pursuit. Smart, he immediately thought that this old man's identity would be unusual. Although he was a little annoyed, he respectfully saluted: "Lao Zhang, the junior Li Yufan, dare to ask Lao Zhang Zun's surname, martial arts way, please also Lao Zhang Give pointers one or two."
"It's okay, it's okay, let's take a look at the battle in front of us first." Wu Xieyang groaned with a smile.
"These people from the Song family have no guts to fight anymore. If this goes on, this Wu Ling is sure to win." Li Yufan analyzed calmly.
"It's too early to say, it's too early to say, I don't see that little girl." Wu Xianyang pointed at leisurely, and pointed to Song Yujia who was motionless, as if falling asleep, "Her strength has not exploded to the seventh floor, good show. It's still to come!"