Wu Ling felt Song Fang's frantic thoughts, and held it still in her heart. Vigorously drove the sword body of Taiyi Xuanmen Sword back out. Flew up to the sky, fell to Xie Yuyan's side, and then coldly looked at Song Fang who fell to the ground after Zhongjian.
The tip of the long sword in Wu Ling's hand was extremely sharp. As soon as it is pierced in, it is also very fast when it is pulled out. At this moment, the wound healed before the blood spurted. Viewed from a distance, Song Fang has a shallow blood streak on his chest, it seems that the injury is not serious, and there is nothing wrong. But Wu Ling knew that this sword really destroyed his heart, and Song Fang was completely dead.
The heart is pierced, and even the strong in the chemical weapon realm will have to die, besides, Song Fang is not in the chemical weapon realm.
"Good, good, good! You killed me, how dare you kill me!"
Song Fang was pierced by this one, and his body did not fall. Just staring at Wu Ling with both eyes, as if to take the person in front of him to hell, spit out a few words coldly. The pupils of his eyes began to dilate, and his body fell to the ground all of a sudden. After a while, he completely died.
Shhh.
Looking at Song Fang, who was sitting on the ground, motionless and silent, Wu Ling sighed for a long time, and a burst of exhaustion poured out from the depths of his soul.
After bidding farewell to Su Feiyun, he has been on the road without stopping, using Yuhua Dengxian Step to drive five hours in a row before rushing back from Huayu Immortal Mountain. However, fortunately, Xie Yuyan finally did not have an accident.
However, after a long time of exhaustion, confronting a master like Song Fang simply exhausted his energy.
Song Fang’s Shura marksmanship was so powerful that it was earth-shattering. If it hadn’t been for him and Li Yufan to go through a battle, it would have consumed a lot of energy. Wu Ling knew that he couldn’t help him for a while, and could only rely on his endurance. To consume him to death. He would never be killed so easily.
"Fortunately, fortunately, this old man thinks too high, if he plays yin? Latent assassination, find someone to besieged. Ten I am afraid I will die." Wu Lingqiang endured the exhaustion from the depths of his soul, thinking in his heart if it wasn't Song Fang I don't know my own strength and see myself as an ant. Not being so arrogant, playing a little bit of insidious assassination, he was dead now.
However, Song Fang regarded himself as an elephant and Wu Ling as an ant. The power disparity is too great, so naturally he doesn't bother to play conspiracy and assassination.
"It still doesn't work, I have to practice hard." Wu Ling saw the methods on Song Fang Xiuluo's gun, and was secretly jealous. Song Fang is just the second master of the Song family, so powerful, how powerful will Song Ming, the Patriarch of the Song family, be.
Thinking about this, Wu Ling turned his head and looked into the distance. There, Yue Guli was fighting with Song Ming. It seemed that it would not last long. However, fortunately, there is still Li Renyong on the sidelines. Because of the addition of the team brought by Li Renyong, the Song family has already shown a trend of decline.
"Girl, are you okay?" Wu Ling looked at Xie Yuyan and asked with concern.
"It's okay, I just got rid of my strength, injured my internal organs, bones, and muscles. I will recover after seven or eight days of rest and recuperation. This old man is really amazing. I have never seen such a good old man in my life." Jie Yuyan just thought of Song Fang rushing over, behind Ling Luo ribbon. A shot provoked himself, and a deep chill appeared in the heart of the martial arts like a demon god.
"We also have a lot of masters in the martial arts, but such a powerful person, except for you, does not have his cultivation level. Brother, thank you so much just now, if it weren't for you, I would have died under the gun of this old ghost. ."
Gently supporting Jie Yuyan up and holding her to a safe place, Wu Ling said firmly: "Girl, always you used to protect me, from now on, I will protect you. Who dares to hurt you? , I will break her body into ten thousand pieces. You have a good rest here, don't move rashly, and I will help you heal after I solve Song Ming's servant."
After Wu Ling finished speaking, without waiting for Xie Yuyan's answer, she flew onto the battlefield again.
Boom!
Wu Ling swung a sword and stabbed a Song family member in the heart. As the qi deepened, the man immediately fell to pieces in a rain of blood.
A visible group of bloody wind exploded, blowing smoke and dust billowing on the ground.
As the smoke and dust billowed, everyone was swept away by the wind.
With Wu Ling's tactics, everyone present only saw a sword galloping forward, and then suddenly a light man holding a long sword appeared in the void. Regardless of the sword's power, he pierced the man's chest directly.
Immediately afterwards, the sword fell to the dust, the yin wind dispersed, and after blowing for a while, Qingming was restored.
Puff!
Within a radius of twenty feet, all the Song family members below the Yimushi realm seemed to have lost their support, and they fell straight down like tree stumps, and rushed to the ground, bringing up a large amount of dust.
These people, as if frightened by Wu Ling's attack just now, suddenly lost the idea of avoiding, and became living dead, walking dead.
"The Taiyi Xuanmen swordsmanship is indeed very aggressive. In my previous life, I was restrained everywhere and had nowhere to use it, but here I was able to flex its muscles."
After hitting seven or eight people with a sword, Wu Ling fell down from the mid-air, retracted his qi, and cast his icy eyes on Song Ming not far away.
Wu Ling's qi dissipated, and everyone only saw the light figure in the sky disintegrating, the light spots scattered like snowflakes, disappearing in the air, like a goddess scattered flowers, all felt mysterious and unpredictable.
"Bold!" Song Ming, who was fighting with Yue Guli not far away, shouted angrily when Wu Ling appeared.
Capture the thief first, capture the king, Wu Ling and Song Ming thought of this at the same time. The two people looked at each other, and both saw the deep anger of the enemy in their eyes.
"A Li, you go help other people, this guy must be killed by me personally." The long sword was out of its sheath, Wu Ling's eyes were extremely cold.
"People of the Song family, listen to my orders, all the moves are to greet this kid, kill him, we are not in vain today." Song Ming screamed with a grim face.
The two pointed to Maimang, and both wanted to kill their opponents personally. Only in this way can the unspeakable hatred in their hearts be solved.
"Liyun Eighteen Evil, you go and help, and the rest will be handled by this young master." The moment he saw Song's family move, Li Yufan shouted. The remaining twelve evil spirits from the eighteen evil spirits, Feng Fuer, Yue Guli, and wolf fire, these fifteen people flew over fiercely. Each shot blocked the Song family members who rushed over.
These people vaguely besieged a battle group, and in the center of the battle group are Wu Ling and Song Ming.
With the coming of the war, Wu Ling felt fearless in her heart.