A person's xinxing always matures slowly. When encountering things, it is gradually to think well. Wu Ling is no exception. At that time, Wu Ling might go to Fengyinglin to duel for the sulking in his heart, completely disregarding his own strength, but now Wu Ling would never do that.
Perhaps Wu Ling's disposition is not too mature. Sometimes he is forced to do something impulsive. However, thinking twice before acting has become a motto in Wu Ling's mind.
He never forgets to remind himself. Just like this time, how he couldn't see it, Song Ming started to fight him, just thinking about delaying time.
Hey, I am embarrassed to show off. The Wu family is not just me, Wu Ling, but I fight with you, and other people don't want to be idle.
Damn it will always die, these people who came to the Song family today must die.
People do not offend me, I do not offend people, if anyone offends me, they will kill them all.
Seeing the wonderful expression on Song Ming's face, Wu Ling sneered: "Old guy, let's fight!"
At this moment, everyone except Song Ming and Wu Ling also got their hands on. Everyone in the Wu family was brave and almost destroyed; the Song family evaded one after another, and they had no fighting spirit.
Seeing the Song family members dying tragically in front of him one by one, and then seeing the inadvertent sneer on Wu Ling's face, Song Ming really wanted to die.
Wu Ling is so young, frivolous and frivolous, he is clearly scheming. Compared with Wu Ling, his series of decisions today seemed a bit young and frivolous.
Song Ming gradually regretted it. In Tianxiang City, he shouldn't make such a big move on the site away from home, let alone put the person away from home in his eyes, and come to seek revenge so blatantly.
The difference in thought caused all of them to be lost, and the Song family's huge thousand-year foundation was ruined. At this moment, Song Ming even desperately foresaw that in a few days, the brigade that had left home would flood into the home of the Song family, the capital, burned, robbed, and slaughtered the Song clan.
This is his Song Ming's mistake, it is the boundless hatred that has harmed him.
"Could it be that the prestige of the Song family, a thousand-year-old family, is really going to be ruined in my hands? No, it won't be like this, let alone this! I still have a glimmer of life and a glimmer of hope. That is to kill Wu. Ling! Killing Wu Ling, that's another situation!" Thinking like this, the hatred in Song Ming's heart for Wu Ling sublimated to the highest point. His blood was spurting all over his body, and the bone marrow hematopoiesis continued to flow. It was an instant. Wash the blood in the whole body again.
Inside the bones, there were waves of tigers and dragons roaring, blood was recreated, and the muscles and veins of the whole body were active, moving to the most incredible situation. Even the most important bone marrow of the body is sneer and sneer. This is where the power of the Yi marrow realm is strong.
The realm of Yijin can move the position of its own tendons at will; the warrior of the realm of Yijin is strong in the powerful hematopoietic ability between the bone marrow.
With fresh blood, there is endless power. For ordinary warriors, the so-called Gang Qi is emitted from the bone marrow. The martial artist below the realm of Yi marrow has a deadly bone marrow, which also causes the gas to be blocked, and the reserves are extremely small, but once they have cultivated to the realm of Yi marrow, it will be a new world.
Because the bone marrow is active, it also leads to the activeness of the qi, so it is said that the powerhouse of the Yi-marrow realm can already explore the magical effect of the qi.
With a crackle, Song Ming's black shirt suddenly shattered, and his meridians and blood vessels were filled with the most active blood. Everywhere blue veins protruded like earthworms, which was obviously anger to the extreme.
He condensed the power of his whole body in one place, intending to give Wu Ling the most fatal blow.
"Little thief, take it to death! I want you to know what a wrong decision I was calculating!" With that, Song Ming moved in unison with his footsteps, and his speed was so fast that he moved like a ghost, suddenly appearing and erratic. , Like the wind and smoke, it is difficult to find.
Wherever he went, a strong breath continued to spread.
This breath became stronger again and again, and in the end, the audience was shocked, and they looked at each other in amazement!
They unexpectedly felt an aura that was completely different from that of a martial artist in the second-tier realm of Yi Sui from Song Ming's figure. This breath can only be seen in the body of a mediocre person.
Yi Sui three layers
Everyone's eyes burst into light of surprise, but in this surprise, the mood is completely different!
Those who are ecstatic, naturally belong to the Song clan; and those who are completely scared and horrified belong to all of the martial arts.
Including Li Renyong, a pair of eyes revealed deep incomprehension, deep doubt, deep fear, and despair!
Song Ming, turned out to be the third layer of Yi Sui! How can this be
In fact, people like Li Renyong don't need to be ashamed and surprised, because even Song Ming himself did not expect that he would suddenly be promoted to the third level of Yi Sui.
He was stunned by Wu Ling's anger, but it was precisely because of this anger that the hatred in his heart stimulated his own potential and made a breakthrough in one fell swoop.
It can be seen that hatred that is as deep as the sea can sometimes stimulate the potential of the person himself and become an invincible driving force, making people go to the next level. In this world, nothing can inspire progress more than hatred. Song Ming is a living example.
"Haha, Lao Tzu is on the third level of Yi Sui, who of you can hurt me? Leaving mediocre, Lao Tzu is not afraid of you; Wu Ling, you will die!" Song Ming, who just broke through, couldn't hide the excitement in his heart, arrogant. Shouted.
In Wu Ling's eyes, there was a strong murderous intent, and with a light snort, he flew towards Song Ming who was laughing arrogantly.
At the third level of Yi Sui, he obviously also saw the fact that Song Ming just broke through to the third level of Yi Sui.
This Song Ming actually broke through at this time, which is definitely not something Wu Ling can bear. Such a character, if he cannot be beheaded now, he will definitely become a big trouble threatening the martial arts in the future.
What's more, Wu Ling knew very well that Song Ming had just broken through now, and it was when his breath was unstable. The strength of the third layer of Yisui is certainly terrifying, but when the martial artist just broke through, it was the time when the defense was the weakest. For this, Wu Ling had not never had such an experience. Therefore, he made up his mind just now. Song Ming must be beheaded even at all costs.
The silhouettes of the two powerhouses in the realm of Yi Marrow flashed suddenly and disappeared before everyone's eyes. As if suddenly disappeared from the place, there was no trace of smoke.
On the ruins of the Wu Family Mansion, Wu Ling and Song Ming were like sharp-edged knives, unleashing murderous intent to their heart's content.