"die!"
No one saw how Wu Ling escaped Feng Yinglin's mortal punch, and no one saw how Wu Ling printed his palm on Feng Yinglin's chest.
I only know that in the flash of light, not only Fengyinglin. Even the people behind could not see clearly what happened between the two. Only when the light dissipated did I see that Fengyinglin was standing in front of Wu Ling. The whole body was burned like black charcoal, dripping with drops of water. It's like being struck by a thunderstorm from the horizon; it's like having just taken a bath, and the body is rolling with condensation.
The scorched smell exuding from his body makes people feel chilly even if they are far away.
Fengyinglin's eyes opened wide. As expected, he was a genius young man known as the Principality of Wufeng. After being hit by the thunderous palm of Wu Ling's full-strength storm, he did not die, feeling the blood in his body disappear with the thunder. Gradually hot, evaporating, and finally drying up, the corner of Feng Yinglin's mouth suddenly showed a sullen smile: "This is the taste of death? You, faster than me!"
As soon as she softened, Wu Ling retracted the palm of her hand printed on Fengyinglin's chest. Feng Yinglin's chest was as black as charcoal, but it was still a little moist.
The storm, the thunder! There are waters and thunders, and thunders and waters add to each other's momentum, and their power is amazing.
"Lin'er." Feng Yingsen looked back, watching Feng Ying Lin Junmei's body burned like black coal, and she burst into tears. He can remain indifferent when his tribe dies, but Fengyinglin has always been his hope and his pride.
He is so smart and so talented. On the road of cultivation, that kind of rapid progress. This son who carried his dreams and hopes, just like that, died! This is a result that Fengyingsen could not bear anyway.
"Wuling, I want to smash your corpse into thousands of pieces and blow your bones into ashes!" Watching Feng Yinglin's body fall straight down like a log, Feng Yingsen turned his horse's head and charged up frantically. In one breath, he waved dozens of biting Fengyin Gong cold qi, but the qi is invisible. In the eyes of Wu Ling, such a master, it is naturally not enough.
"Patriarch, stay with the green hills, no worries about no firewood. The son has already gone, you can't have any more accidents, when we arrive at the Principality of Wuyu, it will not be too late to avenge this revenge!" Feng Yingyuan was said by Wu Ling just now A piece of his clothes was burnt, and the exposed skin was red and purple. Seeing Feng Yingsen rushing forward, he immediately took the lead and grabbed him.
Feng Yingsen watched Feng Yinglin's death with his own eyes, and was anxious and sorrowful. Hearing about Feng Yingyuan's family preservation plan, he was slightly relieved from the grief. Looking in the distance, there is still one hundred and fifty feet away from Wu Ling. Behind Wu Ling, the Venerable Linghu looks eager to try. It seems that as long as he does it himself, the old man will take care of it. .
"Hey!" With a sigh, Feng Yingsen immediately turned his horse's head, "Withdraw!"
The Feng family members heard Feng Yingsen's scolding and ran out one after another.
Wu Ling sneered, moving with his footsteps, kicking with his toes, bringing up two sharp blades on the ground, spurred by a gust of qi, and shot directly.
I still don’t understand what’s going on. I have heard two crisp "pupu" sounds. A sharp blade pierced from the back of a Feng family’s child to his chest. The powerful force kept pushing his corpse forward. A dive directly nailed his body. On the ground.
Looking at Wu Ling himself, standing still, but not chasing after him. His face was ashen as he stood there blankly, his eyes seemed to have lost something important, and his body was weak. Even the Qi Qi in the Zhenwu Universe Mirror seemed to have been almost consumed. The feet directly caused him to run out of anger, and now it was very difficult to move.
Looking down at Fengyinglin's moist and charred body, Wu Ling actually felt a sense of pity: This person is a little more serious, but there is no denying that he is indeed a masterpiece. Just relying on your own groping, you can add stubbornness to your moves. The ability to innovate and the courage are absolutely comparable. Even his sister, Xie Yuyan, probably doesn't have this kind of mind.
"Master, master, are you okay?" Wu Yun hurriedly walked over next to him, with color hung up and down all over his body, and no place was not infested by blood.
Slightly startled, Wu Ling squeezed a wry smile: "Grandpa Yun, I'm fine, I just ran out of strength, and I'll be fine after a rest. How about our casualties?"
Wu Yun immediately relaxed, wiped the blood on his face, and said viciously: "The casualties are not small. Almost everyone was slightly injured. There were more than 20 people who were seriously injured, and eight or nine brothers died."
Struggling to turn around, Wu Ling swept across Wu Jia Zhongerlang's body one by one, and suddenly found something unusual.
It was the look in the eyes. The look these people looked at him no longer looked like the previous disdain, or even contempt, but replaced it with a whole new kind of awe, admiration, and even fear!
They couldn't believe that the young man in front of him was the young master who was called the world's first waste material a few months ago, and that he was the dull boy who was unwilling to serve him.
At this moment, no matter on his expression or in his heart, the Wu family's son Lang finally showed a kind of mentality that a bad guy should have in front of Wu Ling: awe, admiration!
The young master is the young master, with a luxurious background. Even if his strength was poor in the previous years, he would not be able to affect his current soaring sky.
These people gradually became a little worried, and some of them, who secretly dismissed Wu Ling, were trembling with fear, even more frightened than the fierce battle just now.
Wu Ling obviously saw the thoughts of these people. Seeing Wu Jiaerlang's broken arms and limbs and the tragic death, he felt soft for no reason: "These people, although they refused to serve themselves a few years ago, they lost a young master. The dignity of human beings, however, people are in the secular world, and they are unavoidable. It can be considered excusable!"
He smiled bitterly at the moment, and said loudly: "Brothers, some of you were seriously injured and some of you died for the martial arts family today. Our martial arts family will never treat you badly. The brothers will go to heal your wounds first. When my father comes back, you will have your own rewards. ."
At this moment, Wu Yu, Xie Yuyan, together with Wu Yi who had gone to inform the news, rushed back from the Square of Wind.
Xie Yuyan took the lead alone, her eyes were full of devastation, her heart couldn't help but a panic, and she whispered: "Brother, are you there?"
Venerable Linghu raised his head when he heard the voice, and when he saw Jie Yuyan in the air, he lost himself in the air and took a three-foot-long step. He couldn't help but shine in front of him: "This little girl, the strength is also extraordinary, the Wu family, there are really a few talents! His grandmother! Yes, this kid Wu Yu is really lucky!"