Feng Yinglin was startled, and he bounced off his feet quickly. The qi in the air shot at the foot of Fengying Lin with a difference of a millimeter, and a wave of mud exploded, blasting a large pit several feet deep on the ground.
Looking up, the person here is not someone else, but the enemy Wu Ling.
"Roar." Seeing Wu Jiaerlang's broken arms and limbs everywhere, a low roar came from Wu Ling's mouth, like a wild beast. At this time, Wu Ling lowered her head, her clasped hands trembling involuntarily, and the blue veins were winding on the exposed skin like a huge earthworm.
Huh!
With a sharp scream, in the midair, a wave of mighty qi dragged a wave of air, and shot towards Fengyinglin from a distance.
In the horrified gaze of countless people, the murderous Wu Ling rocket swooped down in the mid-air just above the explosion center.
Feng Yinglin's face was shocked, his face stiffly stared at the man isolated in the white space in the distance, cold sweat slid from his forehead uncontrollably.
Also shocked were the wind family members in droves next to them.
Those people squinted their eyes and suddenly felt a strong sense of crisis in their hearts. While frightened, their feet moved quickly and backed away.
"I want you to die! You all have to die!"
Wu Ling's eyes were violent, and the evil and anger in his eyes could be seen without deliberately. His figure flickered, and he chased him over again. The storm rushed to the thunder palm, and he patted out one after another. He first chose a group of people outside Fengyinglin. These people were extremely vicious and obstructive, and they really deserved to be killed.
Thunder bursts and the waves are raging.
Wu Ling's right hand shook, and the shadow of the palm in front of him changed. With this palm, he shot a series of magnificent exercises, smashing into the Feng family.
Buzz, buzz, buzz. The sound of the waves was mixed with lightning and thunder, and the Feng family members who fell from the air fell heavily to the ground or onto people. The screams came one after another, and more than ten people fell in an instant.
The more they fought, the more frightened those people were. The original will to kill Wu Jia Erlang was all under Wu Ling's iron fist, and the smoke disappeared.
"Flee! If you don't run away, you will immediately be like the people who fell on the ground, and you will be beaten and die!"
Seeing Wu Ling rushing forward again, the masters of the Feng Family clan were all shivered and their faces turned pale. If there is no Feng Yingsen sitting behind him, I am afraid that he would have escaped long ago.
What is money, there is no life, everything is in the past!
Swish!
These people fled and fled, and immediately fled a few feet away, and fled back without looking back, regardless of the family rules.
"Where to escape!"
Wu Ling sneered, as long as they couldn't sprint one hundred feet in one step, fleeing would only accelerate death.
Wu Ling inflated his whole body, and once again sent out a thunderous palm. Within thirty meters, the unparalleled turbulent waves rushed into the thunder palm and castrated like lightning, and Wu Ling could not fly so fast. I saw a flicker, and a huge palm shadow immediately crossed the distance, and blasted a palm into the crowd who was about to escape at lightning speed.
People turn on their backs! In the blink of an eye, Wu Ling had already waved more than a dozen palms, lifted his spirits, and swooped up again. The more these Feng Clan members escaped, the more frightened they became, and the more they fought, the more frightened they became.
In a blink of an eye, those people had less than ten people left, only Feng Yingtian, Feng Yingyuan and other powerful people were breathing heavily.
"Is this still the strength of a young man who is under twenty years old? What kind of control is this!" Although Feng Yingtian is as strong as the realm of Yijin, he does not dare to step forward and frustrate his edge!
"What's the matter?" The messenger surnamed Song looked at the change in the scene with a bit of amazement, and turned to ask the stunned Feng Yingsen next to him.
"He is Wu Ling, your brother has missed!" Void trembles, Feng Yingsen's eyes shot an angry light, and he whispered softly.
"What are you talking about, he is Wu Ling? What realm is he, how can my second brother Yijin second-tier powerhouse fail him? Feng Yingsen, are you hiding something from your deity?"
When I was about to speak, I suddenly felt something was wrong. Suddenly, a chill came out of my back, and the hairs all over my body couldn't help standing up.
Intuition tells him that something is wrong, and why he is specifically wrong, but he doesn't have the courage to look back.
However, he had to look back again.
"That's right, Song Yu, your second brother Song Gang was beheaded by his deity. I advise you to retreat quickly, don't be misled by the golden wealth, just like your brother, he ended up in a tragic end." A voice was not angry and arrogant, and roared.
Song Yu looked up, only to feel the surrounding air, being squeezed out abruptly, it seemed to form a short-term vacuum. His body was out of control, and he almost fell off the wall. He originally wanted to kill his brother. Qiu, seeing this person, even the courage to speak suddenly vented, jumped off the wall, tremblingly leaned over and said, "Thank you, Venerable Linghu, for not killing."
After all, without looking back, he jumped from the top of the wall and jumped three feet away. Suddenly turning his head back, he looked at Wu Ling who was fierce and evil, and his eyes were indescribably cold: "Smelly boy, the hatred of killing brother is deep in the world. Don't fall into my hands one day!"
Feng Yingsen didn't say anything when he saw the strong aid, but he turned around and left when he saw this surnamed Linghu. There was no attitude of the empire at all, and he was secretly surprised.
This time he spent a lot of money and finally joined the Song family, the big family of the imperial capital of the Martial Empire. After looking for the time of the Wufeng Contest, he wanted to destroy the old nest of the Martial Family in one fell swoop. He never wanted to kill Cheng Yaojin halfway. Just destroy it.
He secretly cried out in his heart that this old man with the surname Linghu would definitely be a big man who he couldn't afford to provoke. Feng Yingsen rolled his eyes and immediately shouted: "Children of the Feng family, quickly withdraw with me!"
His "quick retreat" made the originally bad momentum even lower. On the other hand, Wu Jia Erlang, seeing Wu Ling coming back, immediately cheered collectively, increased his spirit, shouted one after another, madly counterattacking the Feng family's children.
Wu Ling raised his eyebrows and one of his qi breaths in and out. In the previous match, Wu Ling had already wiped out more than 20 Feng family children who had broken in. At this time, the momentum was flourishing, how could the enemy escape.
The mind is stored in the chest, and the qi in the mirror of Zhenwu Universe will continue to flow into the body, like a flood bursting a bank, flying straight down.
Another shocking wave rushed into the thunder palm, violently attacking Feng Yingtian's back.
Feng Yingtian's team was embarrassed by Wu Ling before, and he ran away wholeheartedly, how could he catch this palm. Hearing a bang, the master of the Yijin realm immediately exploded into pieces and threw it down.