But at this moment, there was a long roar not far away, bursting through the air, like a flying dragon in the sky.
In the distance, a man in Tsing Yi flew over, his momentum like a tiger, his momentum like a fire, and his body style more fierce like a fire. With the spark of a prairie fire, it was like a blazing flame burning through the sky.
Brother and sister Lianxin, when Xie Yuyan was dying, her strength soared, and Feishen excitedly shouted, "It's my brother who is back."
Wu Ling in the distance saw it really, he was furious when he saw that Song Fang was about to attack Xie Yuyan.
Wu Ling escaped silently as he turned into an immortal step. Just when Song Fang's spear stabbed, a gleaming silver white train was drawn from behind, flying swiftly, like a bird thrown into the forest, an eagle hit the sky, and dived from the sky.
Looking at the gun force, it turned out to be a momentary rotation, cutting off Jie Yuyan's hamstrings and hamstrings, losing the ability to move, and then grabbing and insulting.
Facing Song Fang’s long spear, Wu Ling thought with a move, sucking a long sword from his side, and immediately condensed the gong awns, the color of the whole body was colored glaze, emitting endless silver light, and a long sword lingering with gong awns was formed in his hand. Facing the spear, Song Fang stabs the chest of Song Fang, who is galloping in front of him.
"So fast!"
At this moment, a cry of surprise came from not far away from Yu Fan's mouth.
It was really fast, too fast to dodge. Wu Ling's thorn was nothing fancy, and it was in line with the essence of Wudang Taiyi Xuanmen swordsmanship. Song Fang wanted to dodge, but he couldn't dodge it.
Between the lightning and flint, Wu Ling's long sword had already pierced Song Fang's chest. Song Fang immediately let out a howl of pain, his body rumbled and retreated, the blood scattered, and the Shura gun fell to the ground.
Wu Ling had just stabilized his sword. Once again violently gather the power of gang energy. The strength of the long sword was used to the maximum, and he rushed over.
"The shot just didn't kill this girl?" Song Fang just took a fierce blow, ready to kill Xie Yuyan, and then left calmly. But he didn't expect to be blocked by Wu Ling's long sword. Moreover, Wu Ling's arrival was so untimely, that sword was too fast, forcing him to turn around and defend.
"You are Wu Ling? You are the one who killed today!" After a thought turned, Song Fang knew that he would kill people again, which was a bit unrealistic. Immediately turned around with a shot, another Shura endless move, encircling Wu Ling's long sword, blocking the sword's momentum, and rushing again.
"Die old man, dare to hurt my sister, do you still want to leave?" Wu Ling shouted coldly, resounding through the world, obviously angered to the extreme.
His long drink also attracted everyone's eyes. Whether it was a member of the Song family, a son of the Wu family, or a friend who had left home to help, he was shocked when he saw Wu Ling.
People on the side of the Wu family were overjoyed when Wu Ling came back, and their morale was greatly boosted, especially the two Feng Fuer and Wolf Huo, fisted between their fists and feet, and instantly knocked down some of the less powerful Songs. Family members.
And looking at the Song family, the sea of anger was surging one by one, and Wu Ling was their real enemy.
Xie Yuyan got up from the ground, also burning with anger. At the same time, he was shocked to the extreme. Just now, it can be said to be a danger that has never been experienced in his life. Had it not been for Wu Ling's timely rescue, he would have died.
Now seeing Song Fang dashing and blocking Wu Ling’s Taiyi Profound Gate Sword with a gun, Xie Yuyan knew that the rush just now also consumed a lot of Song Fang’s physical strength. After all, he was not Wu Ling. Can't run out.
Moreover, Wu Ling's Taiyi Xuanmen Sword also constituted a huge restraint on Song Fang.
At this time, Song Fang failed to counter the murder and was ready to go. Where did Xie Yuyan wait for him to leave, took a deep breath, her pretty eyes widened. He took a few deep breaths, his face flushed. Leaning over and picking up the fallen Lingluo ribbon, flew into the air.
After this action was done, he screamed in secret, agitated, and his body wandered. Lingluo's ribbon instantly broke into nine pieces, and each piece was like a sword, a spear, a sword, and a halberd, and it pierced towards Song Fang.
This trick has just been done, puff! A trace of blood flowed out from the corner of Xie Yuyan's mouth, and her hands fell softly. There is no more power, and the person is weakened.
This is the most powerful martial skill created by Xie Yuyan herself, the Nine Heavens Profound Girl Belt. Although these nine ribbons are silky, each section is filled with the qi that understands Yuyan's whole body. With Xie Yuyan's strength in the fourth layer of Yijin, he shot nine belts in a row and injured his internal organs and muscles.
Nine square ribbons, colorful butterflies fly out like flying. Go straight to Song Fang up, down, left and right, in all directions. One of the colored ribbons turned out to be sticking to the ground and shooting at his feet! Very secretive.
"Um?"
At the moment when Xie Yuyan used the Nine Sky Profound Girl Belt. A strong sense of danger rose from Song Fang's heart. After a shot blocked the assassination of Wuling Taiyi Xuanmen Sword, he turned around and saw Jiudai Shuttle.
He brows fiercely, put the gun horizontally, turned his waist round a big circle, his body flickered, dodged the six colored ribbons, and flew two colored ribbons. He lifted his foot violently and stepped down, and he stepped on a ribbon and stepped onto the ground!
"good chance!"
Wu Ling's thoughts flashed through Qiuhao's mind. Gang Qi condensed like never before! The sword power of Taiyi Xuanmen Sword drove it to its maximum. Suddenly, it dashed upwards and turned into a green long rainbow, which went straight down.
This is a trick "Changhong Guanri"
Flop! The sword cut the Shura gun directly and inserted it into Song Fang's heart.
"Impossible! Impossible!"
The moment when Wu Ling's Taiyi Xuanmen Sword penetrated Song Fang's chest. The only surviving master Yi Sui from the Song family of the thousand-year-old aristocratic family uttered an earth-shaking howl, his hair was instantly scattered, and his eyes were fierce and crazy as if he couldn't believe it.
The long sword passed through the opponent's body, and Wu Ling also instantly came into contact with the other's thoughts. From Song Fang's thought of Zhongjian, Wu Ling also understood the disbelief of this powerful empire of war for decades. Up to this moment, he couldn't believe that he was actually physically broken and beheaded on the spot.
Indeed, Song Fang didn't know that Wu Ling's cultivation was already at the first level of Yi Marrow, a realm equivalent to him. In his mind, the biggest enemy of this operation is away from home, and the Wu family is definitely not able to reach the Song family. He has always regarded Wu Ling, who has not yet met, as an ant, and he is an extremely powerful elephant.
Now the little ant actually bit through the elephant's land. By this time, Song Fang couldn't believe it, and didn't want to believe it.
The fact is indeed the case. Song Fang's physical body is strong, and he can be said to be a peerless power in the Martial Empire. The physical strength is close to the peak state, and the Song family's Shura marksmanship has been famous for a long time. To kill a young warrior like Wu Ling is not as simple as pinching an ant to death.
"When you die, don't you want to believe that you have failed? Human, it's really swelling and arrogant."