"Don't waste your energy, today you don't want to use the gas!" Wu Ling said with a smile, stretched out a chair and sat down with a golden sword.
The three elders of the Song family took Murong Leng and took a breath. It is not impossible to make people unable to use Gang Qi. It is like the legendary "cutting ganglion technique", which can achieve this incredible effect. However, the four people have never heard of the ability to do this a few meters away and close to a few nails.
For a strong man who reaches the realm of Yishui, the route of the qi movement in each person's body is different, but such a private matter seems to be seen through by Wu Ling. All of his iron olives pierced the key acupuncture points for the movement of the four people's qi. This is the power of Wu Ling.
This situation is beyond the understanding of these four people. What is so strange about these nails that they can achieve this incredible effect
Obviously, these nails are more mysterious than the legendary "cutting gangway". It seems that today, the Song family has provoked someone who shouldn't be provoked.
The messenger named Murong Leng was shocked. From the first time he saw Wu Ling's face, he felt that he could not escape bad luck today.
This person is Wu Ling! That's right, it's definitely Wu Ling! It is the person who has been defending the legendary character, and the person who has let Elder Wu Yiyang deflate several times.
Although he thought so in his heart, Murong Cooling didn't express his thoughts. In fact, he still holds a glimmer of hope, as long as his identity is not exposed, it is not impossible to survive.
"Who are you?" Song Gongyun stared at Wu Ling and asked in a deep voice, "Why do you want to do this?"
Wu Ling raised her brows: "Didn't Song Ming tell you my appearance?"
"Wuling?" The three elders of the Song family thought for a while, looking at Murong Leng. Seeing Murong Leng also nodded in cold sweat, he knew Wu Ling's identity, and at the same time he was shocked: "How is it possible?"
Although there is a big gap between the appearance and the legend, this is acceptable, after all, people can dress up. But Wu Ling is now in Tianxiang City, this is something that everyone knows, is it possible, this Wu Ling will be cloned
"There is nothing impossible, I am the Wu Ling you are doing everything possible to get rid of!" Wu Ling leaned halfway, with a faint sneer on his face, "I came here today just to understand a few things, please also Everyone cooperate."
Song Gonglei's temper is the hottest. Seeing that Wu Ling is so frenzied at a young age, he couldn't help but cursed: "Little bunny, if I yell, can you leave the Song family?"
When he screamed like this, he didn't think about it. If he hadn't killed Song Ming, how could Wu Ling dare to visit Song's house late at night
Before the words were finished, a ray of light flashed against Song Gonglei's cheek, and then a soft sound came from behind him.
Song Gonglei stretched out his hand, his face was full of blood, and a seven-inch iron olive was inserted on the wall behind it, still trembling slightly.
"I can promise to shoot the next iron olive into your mouth before you yell!" Wu Ling still had a lovely smile.
"Why did you come to the imperial capital? Didn't your martial arts mansion be wiped out by our Patriarch?" Song Gongyun thought carefully, and immediately thought of something terrible. He knew very well the character of Song Ming, the head of the Song family. This time he took enough troops to go to Tianxiang City, just to report his thoughts. Song Ming would never give up without killing Wu Ling. However, in the current situation, Wu Ling came to the door, could it be said.
"Is the outcome of the matter very important? Everyone sit down and talk, don't be too nervous!" Wu Ling greeted everyone against the guest.
The four people glanced at each other, and they all sat down nervously looking for seats.
"What do you want to ask?" Song Gongyun pretended to be calm and asked.
"Why are you doing everything you can to kill me?" Although Wu Ling had touched some doorways from the conversation between the four people just now, she was still very curious about this question.
"No comment!" Song Gonglei had just eaten under Wu Ling's hands, annoyed, and naturally there was no good face at the moment.
With a "swish", an iron olive was inserted into Song Gonglei's throat without warning. Song Gonglei's eyes widened, and he touched his throat with his hands, his mouth rumbling with blood, his eyes full of unbelievable. The reason why he was so arrogant was that he took it for granted that Wu Ling was young and even more joking.
Unexpectedly, it was this sentence that completely killed him.
Song Gonglei struggled a few times, fell to the ground, kicked his feet, and died completely.
The other three people didn't expect Wu Ling to say that he would do it, or that he would kill when he said killing, and they rushed to shoot the crime: "You."
"Shh!" Wu Ling put a finger on his lips, "You should know that I want to kill you now is easy, so don't test my patience, and don't make any attempt to attract the attention of the outside world."
After a pause, Wu Ling asked: "Let's talk about it, why are you bothering me again and again."
Song Gongyun glanced at Murong coldly, gritted his teeth and said: "It means the messenger."
"Who is the messenger? Is it him?" Wu Ling pointed to Murong Leng.
Song Gongyun wanted to say something but stopped, Song Gongyu next to him sternly warned: "Boss, you don't want to live anymore. If you tell the origin of the messenger, our entire Song family's thousand-year foundation will really be over."
Another cold light flashed, and the fourth elder Song Gongyu had an iron olive inserted in his chest. He exhausted the last trace of his body and said intermittently: "Don't. Don't. Speak out!"
"Don't say it, die; say it, live. You choose." Wu Ling stared at Song Gongyun and said.
Wu Ling naturally knew the origin of Murong's identity. However, at this moment, Wu Ling pretended to be unaware, just wanting to see that the influence of Yan Luo Temple in the Song family reached a certain level. What kind of situation.
In a short period of time, two people have died. Song Gongyun has a cold sweat on his forehead, turned to look at Murong Leng, then quickly lowered his head, clenched his fist and whispered softly: "It's from the temple of Yan Luo!"
Just as he uttered these words, Murong Leng, who was next to him, darkened his face and gritted his teeth: "Song Gongyun, you finally said it. You should really listen to your brother. Hey, in this case, even if the second brother is from the Song family. The Patriarch of the Song family is also over."
He paused, ignored Song Gongyun, faced Wu Ling, and said, "Wu Ling, I know it’s easy for you to kill me. My skill is controlled now, and there’s nothing to say. Kill if you want, if you want to kill me. I got some news here, but it's impossible."