When killing Song Fang, Wu Ling thought clearly: everyone in the Song family spotted him and greeted him with all kinds of strange moves, even if there were Yue Guli and Li Renyong around him and other people to help, He still inevitably has more than one enemy. He drove one day and one night in succession, and after several battles, he was exhausted and procrastinated. There was only one dead end. "
"When facing the enemy head-on, I am enough to kill four people, so I have my own spare capacity. But when facing the enemy ten people, you must not be so reckless, and you should be tricky."
When a man is fierce, he is fierce. There is nothing invisible to the original. Wu Ling likes tough play, but it doesn't mean that he is a diehard player in this tactic.
When tricks are tricked, tricks are tricked, when you run away, he will definitely run away.
"I want to end this melee as soon as possible more than they do. Moreover, with these people getting in the way, Song Ming is a trouble after all. I invited them to attack and kill these little flies first, and then Song Ming. It's nothing more than a fate If it's fate, let's see whose fate is harder." Wu Ling's heart is as strong as iron, and even if it is severely painful, it can't make him change a bit.
From the perspective of others, this may be fateful. But Wu Ling couldn't be more clear, it was by no means as simple as the surface, because it was injury for life. He couldn't know better how to avoid the most important things.
Moreover, Song Tian's nag was in the fourth layer of Yijin, and with his ability, he still couldn't make himself bleed. Even if he was stabbed by his Shura spear, it was impossible.
A shot hit his waist and a punch in Song Tian's chest.
Suddenly, Wu Ling was hit hard, and Song Tian and the seven others were overjoyed: "Unexpectedly, this murderer has revealed such a flaw. He is dead this time. The hatred of so many people has been avenged, and not only that, we can still Leave alive."
Song Tianqi suddenly thought of being able to leave alive. It can be seen how much psychological pressure Wu Ling caused them.
But these people never thought that Wu Ling had almost no life under his hands.
"Longhua Boxing!"
"He has received a few blows from us, how could he not be affected? How could he still live like this." Song Tian, Song Ming and others all looked at this terrifying punch in shock and despair, and they came back.
There was a thunder and thunder, and there was a sound of collapse, and the cold and biting killing intent was swayed unreservedly, accompanied by the infinite majesty of an enemy seven.
The husband was angry, and the blood splashed five steps.
The husband should kill as soon as possible. Why do you need to be affectionate mother-in-law. Life is the most cheerful and outspoken, and there is nothing more than this.
The punch hasn't come yet, a powerful blow in the air. Song Tian's head exploded like a watermelon.
The rest of the Song family watched this scene, shuddering and hissing in panic. He pulled his legs and turned and ran wildly. At last he lost his mind and was in a daze: "You butcher"
"Want to escape? It's too late." Wu Ling's eyes suddenly appeared coldly.
He waved his fists, and his two fists broke through the air and transformed into a huge red blood dripping dragon. With the power of the supreme blood evil, he issued a terrifying scream. This is the highest state of Longhua Boxing, fisting into a blood dragon, and it is invincible! These two fists were like living creatures, they actually knocked a Song family member into the air who was about to escape, dragged them out tens of meters, and broke through the two blue walls alive!
At the same time, Wu Ling's expression was like black iron, motionless, dying to death, hugging the last person to death. Was madly punched by the man. While Wu Ling spurted blood, with the action of pulling willows upside down, he planted the person's head and feet into the earth alive like a mad tiger!
boom! The man's headband and upper body burst into wisps of flesh and blood. Only the remaining half of his body was held in Wu Ling's hands!
Wu Ling shoved the half of the corpse in his hand, laughed bravely, with pride and ambition in his chest. Full of blood flowing freely in the body: "Happy, this is the real joy!"
After a laugh, the color of coldness reappeared, and the momentum was like a rainbow: "Who else would dare to fight with me"
For a while, everyone was afraid, no one dared to respond.
Killing happily at the moment, fighting incisively and vividly, severely injured, still passionate, heroic, and the whole body seems to be hot with blood.
The intent to fight for a while was really unusual. Wu Ling had already reached the peak regardless of his aura or self-confidence. It was Song Ming who did it himself, and he would never dare to let it go.
In the blink of an eye, the rabbit flew and killed three people in a row. He still didn't realize that his whole body was blood-red, and even the heavy rain could not wash away the endless killing and blood. Anyone who can observe this scene is silent and fearful.
It was Yue Guli, Li Yufan, and Li Renyong who were so unmatched that they felt unnaturally cowardly and fearful, not to mention other people.
In such a rainy morning, countless people could not forget in their entire lives, unforgettable the unrivaled victor, or killer, like the god of war.
It's the world, and it's nothing more than that!
"But so! But so! But so"
Wu Ling's gaze swept across slowly, no one dared to look straight, it was Li Yufan who unnaturally avoided the gaze that burned to the extreme with the desire to fight.
Three dismissive sneers, mocking the courage and courage of all the Song family members present. This is a great victory in momentum. Before, due to the difference in personal strength, the Wu family had been suppressed by the Song family members. Now, Wu Ling's voice has completely brought the situation back.
He used practical actions to tell Song Ming that the Wu family was not that easy to provoke.
Wu Ling's body was bathed in blood, and he shouted sternly, frightening the people who besieged him a few steps away, and no one dared to challenge him for a while.
Not far away, Song Ming watched all this, and watched the big enemy clamor in front of him, causing a wave of waves in his heart.
Song Ming stared at Wu Ling fiercely. At this moment, Wu Ling's body was bathed in blood and severely injured. Although his momentum was like a rainbow, his combat power was obviously affected. What's more, from the cultivation base just now, Song Ming also saw that Wu Ling was on the first level of Yi Sui, while he was on the second floor of Yi Sui.
Thinking of this, he grinned and Song Ming raised his arms and bullied him a few steps forward: "Wu Ling, dare you let others stop and fight me alone?"
Hearing Song Ming's challenge, everyone's movements stopped temporarily. Between the three parties and the two factions, there is a deep hatred, and if you continue to fight like this, you will not be able to escape the loss of both sides. Going alone is not a solution.
Li Renyong glanced at the situation on the spot and saw the situation clearly. With the help of their own family, the Martial Family has a chance to win this melee up to the seventh or eighth floor. The Song Family has already shown the appearance of a defeated army, even though their cultivation base is better than their own, but in the end they are double. Fist is hard to beat with four hands. What's more, under the leadership of Wu Ling, the morale of one's own side was high, while the morale of the enemy was declining.