It turns out that there are not so many miracles in this world. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info will be counterattacked and counter-killed masters, not because they are careless, let alone because they have turned on the group mocking mode, but they are not strong enough!

Ling Qi is strong enough, on this battlefield, it is enough!

He smiled mockingly, and the enemy reciprocated with anger and desperation, and eventually, left three handfuls of ashes in front of him...

No, it's not in front of him anymore, it's behind him.

He had already pushed the condensed molten pillar and smashed it into the old woman he feared the most, without even looking back at it, and he didn't even bother to leave the sarcasm to those heroic old men.

The old woman finally understood the gap between them, and that dazzling glow flashed on her body, just like the other old men, and it was that trick again!

Ling Qi had never seen the grief and despair of the old savages around him in an instant, and no one could borrow those powers that did not belong to them for free.

However, he could detect that this old guy, who was already very strong and could not reach the heroic level by exploding, instantly burst out with a momentum far beyond the heroic level!

Far beyond the heroic level? What is that? Legendary?

Ling Qi didn't know, because he couldn't see her strength clearly.

The Molten Pillar further condensed into a Molten Spear and Molten Greatsword.

The dazzling light obscured his vision of mortals, and the glow on the old woman's body blocked his keen insight!

Even if he couldn't see the enemy's strength clearly, Ling Qi still didn't hesitate.

If you can slay a dragon and slaughter a god by relying on a single outbreak, then you have to be a dragon and a god!

Rumble!!!

In the roar, flames splashed!

A few old savages roared and burst out with all their strength in an attempt to join the fight, only to be scorched to slag by the aftermath alone.

A master's fight doesn't necessarily require one or two moves, but it can often be as simple as it gets, depending on the will and determination of both parties.

When the molten spear in his hand was pushed to the end, the scattered magma was like a ring of fire, turning all living creatures within twenty meters into dry bones, including an armored ogre who came too early and too slowly!

The dry bones shattered, and Ling Qi's palm held a molten core that was brighter and more piercing than the sun, and pressed against a vine staff.

He believed that there was something peculiar about this world, such as the fact that some wooden staff could actually block the cutting of the sky. But he will also stubbornly think that it is not that the wood is too hard, but that the broken sky is still not sharp enough!

If you don't hit the south wall and turn back, the bones are not hard enough. When I saw the coffin, I cried, because my heart was not ruthless enough.

Some people like to use desperate situations to persuade themselves to regress, which is called the sea and the sky. Ling Qi likes to use desperate situations to force himself to burst out to his full potential, and he wants to rise for nine days!

He pressed forward again, and the molten fire was completely extinguished as if it had never appeared, and there was no second ring of magma fire around it.

The charred black on the ground and the ash in the air seemed to be illusions, and Ling Qi's palm pressed against the wooden staff, which proved that it was definitely no worse than Gandalf's cane.

Ling Qi smiled slightly, and a manic current of heat surged back into his body from his palm, his arm seemed to be soaked in lava, and the lines of fire began to spread upward, like exposed green tendons.

It was as if a new Molten Giant was about to be created, and Ling Qi understood that it was just the backlash of the power of the flames!

Click!

Ling Qi, who had been severely repulsed, had been covered in molten fire, and dark red veins flashed under his skin, as if he had turned into a fire demon, but he couldn't bear the mania and burst.

He is still laughing, and he is being eaten back because he is not strong enough, it's not that he did it wrong, and the enemy is weaker!

Click, another crunch, this time not from within.

Along with his skin cracked, there was the rattan staff in his palm. It shattered more completely, as if it had been burned by fire, and began to scatter from the end of the staff into ashes!

The process gradually spread to the withered claws holding the staff, to the owner of the claws.

Touch!!

Ling Qi's opponent exploded into a pile of flying ashes, and a fierce aura poured out of the ashes, invading his body in the blink of an eye.

And then...

A scream of horror and disbelief that only you can hear comes from your body, and there is no more!

Some of the old savages watching the battle just showed a sad smile, and the two emotions of sadness and surprise surged in their hearts at the same time, and finally they all became incredulous!

In the name of the soul of the tribe, the witch sacrifice that broke out with the strongest blow failed to bombard the man at the end of the strong crossbow into slag!

No, not only did it not make him ruined, but the witch sacrifice paid the price of his soul, and in exchange for it seemed... The heyday of the enemy?

The skin on Ling Qi's body that was about to collapse was regrouped, and he had indeed suffered a loss, and his real body had some damage.

But, God knows how that madman dared to feed his true body with his own soul!

Could it be that she really thinks that only she understands the means of harming souls?

There are always some people in this world who are special, and with a little introduction, they can rise to the top or dive into the abyss.

For example, someone he knows seems to have an innate ability to relate, attract, capture, and even control spirits.

And he, the ability to awaken after tomorrow, is not so complicated, but it is more decisive.

There is no attraction, no need for any control, he can also catch some spirits that are not strong, and then devour.

Now it seems that this devouring effect is far stronger than the ability to capture! Stopping at the spirit body, I am not afraid that I can't digest it, but I am afraid that I can't eat it in my mouth!

His true body's ability to snatch the flesh from his mouth has obviously increased again, such a powerful spirit body can already cause a heavy burden on his soul, and it has been swallowed and wiped out by it, and he hasn't even burped!

In fact, even if there were no changes, such an attack would at most cause him to suffer a wound in his soul and a slight injury to his body.

The guys around him showed a look of revenge, what did it mean? Is that old woman very powerful?

I'm still being underestimated!

Ling Qi's eyes turned, and those old savages around him couldn't help but despair, and they all burst out with their strongest strength, and they all launched a suicidal attack towards him, they should have done that a long time ago, that was once Ling Qi's fear, and now it's too late!

Ling Qi raised his hand and made a move, and the Broken Empty Knife that fell to him spontaneously returned to his hand, his familiarity and love for this weapon far exceeded that of the Beast Bite Sword that he had just obtained.

The other kill ended before it could begin, and as his true body improved further, his strength became stronger, while his opponent was left with only the will to die.

When a new group of defenders appeared behind the walls of Long Lake, and those men seemed to be much stronger than the ones they had temporarily recruited, the wildling commander resolutely issued the order to retreat.

He had foreseen the end of the tribal sacrifice, but those warriors should not be consumed needlessly. So far, less than half of the fighters have died in battle, and those who survive can still be a spark of hope.

Ling Qi and the people of Changhu Town didn't want these wildlings to have any fire, although the former would not think of decades or hundreds of years away like the latter, but he believed in the principle of killing them all.

Even if more than a dozen old savages all burst out with hero-level strength, it would be impossible for them to stop Ling Qi, unless they were all real heroes, not to mention blocking him, they might even surround him.

It's a pity they weren't. Almost all of the savages who came were strong above the warrior level, and only a few were still in the elite stage. But of the seven or eight hundred savage warriors, less than fifty have reached the lord level, and only two of them are really at the hero level.

The old woman, and the only young savage commander in the entire battle who didn't make a move!

The Savage Commander is a strong fellow, considered strong for a normal human. Other than that, there are really no characteristics to speak of.

His momentum is condensed, and it doesn't matter how vast it is. He wasn't amazing, he was as thin as a weak chicken compared to those great axemen.

But the calmness he showed throughout the battle was amazing, and that quality should not be seen in a savage!

His order to retreat met with no opposition, and Ling Qi could feel the grief and anger of the savages, not fear. But except for a few who were left behind, no one fell in love with the war anymore, and they ran away one after another, which makes people wonder whether these are savage warriors or wild goblins.

The desolate order that came from the horn made some of the old savages who were preparing to fight Ling Qi turn their heads in shock.

Their heads immediately flew into the sky, for their enemies were far more terrible than they had imagined.

The disappointment and incomprehension that were fixed on their faces became clear before they closed up, because they saw the figure that had never disappointed before, and slowly walked towards them!

Retreat is useless in the face of a powerful devil, and that will turn into a rout and a massacre.

But if someone can stop it, then this kind of humiliating defeat will really be washed away in tens, hundreds, thousands of years.

People are always willing to sing the praises of the victors, as if only those who sacrifice for victory and justice are heroes.

Ling Qi didn't think so, he had a little appreciation for the young savage who was walking slowly, so he decided to solve the only trouble between the two as quickly as possible, and then use the strongest attitude to smash this rare enemy into slag!

He trusts that he will remember this man's choice, even though that will never be his choice!

"You're good. ”

This was the first and last sentence Ling Qi said to the Savage Commander.

When this young savage burst out with the same ability as those old ghosts, or even more durable, he stopped him for more than a minute.

Ling Qi finally had to admit that no amount of praise could withstand the anger in his heart, and in the end, he stabbed him hard and split his body in anger!

Only then did he realize that special people and abilities were everywhere.

The fighting talent and explosive ability that this man displayed was absolutely extraordinary, and it was not comparable to the group of old things that were about to die. All it takes is three of these guys to pose a mortal threat to him!

And when the young savage burst out with this ability, an old savage who played dead and almost deceived him actually sat up and stared angrily and hatefully at the savage commander who had been valued by them before, as if the mighty warrior had blasphemed something.

Ling Qi knew that there would never be a second such person.

Sure enough, no group is united, that person should have gone further, and now he didn't even have a name!

Ling Qi has nothing to regret, the enemy is the enemy, and a fool will be willing to face a stronger enemy, and the challenge is just a helpless cover-up. If you can casually have the strength to crush others, why dance on the blade to seek any breakthrough.

With this in mind, Ling Qi had no intention of staying behind to help the defenders kill the latter, even though that would greatly reduce his own casualties. The savages left behind the latter are not the weakest ones, but the strongest ones.

Armed with a knife and two scarred armor-clad and rotten-armored ogres, he chased in the direction of the enemy's retreat!

It's a hunt, it's a hunt!