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Lin Lang fought hard, besieging his two opponents, one of whom was the strongest person of the new generation of disciples of the Martial Immortal Sect, Zhong Ling. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Whether it is physical or spiritual, he is much stronger than his companions.

"Martial Immortal Possession!"

Zhong Ling let out a loud shout in his mouth, and saw the phantom of the idol that had originally appeared above the heads of the six disciples of the Martial Immortal Sect quickly flew towards the top of his head, merging with the idol above his head.

The phantom of the god statue above Zhong Ling's head instantly swelled, and the original vague appearance gradually became clearer, it turned out to be a mighty and domineering god of war!

The phantom gradually fell, merging with Zhong Ling.

On Zhong Ling's body, the momentum skyrocketed, even making Lin Lang feel a little depressed. However, the other five people of the Martial Immortal Sect weakened their bodies at the same time, and their combat power suddenly decreased a lot.

"Look at the punch!"

Zhong Ling's punch didn't have any moves, but in Lin Lang's eyes, he didn't know what kind of mystery this punch had, and he couldn't dodge it at all!

Lin Lang gathered his spiritual power and threw a punch, colliding with Zhong Ling's fist possessed by a martial god.

Zhong Ling took three steps back, but Lin Lang flew out upside down.

For the first time, for the first time to compete with his peers, Lin Lang was at a disadvantage!

In the stands, Ling Xiaozi glanced at Ji Wushuang, although he was unhappy in his heart, he said with a smile on his face: "It seems that the Martial Immortal Sect is really rising, Ling Xiao is here to congratulate Senior Brother Ji first." ”

"Huh."

Ji Wushuang didn't say much, just smiled.

At this time, there were still six people in the martial arts sect on the fighting platform, with the strength of Zhong Ling's martial god possession, there was absolutely no one among the peers who could compare with the enemy, and after sweeping away Lin Lang, the disciples of other sects naturally couldn't escape.

One can imagine what a glory it would be when eight of the eight winners in the current were disciples of the Martial Immortal Sect!

Although Ji Wushuang did not smile on the surface, he was already happy in his heart. Don't say that he hasn't become an immortal yet, even if he is an immortal, it is impossible to completely get rid of all emotions.

Zhong Ling saw that after receiving his punch, Lin Lang could still stand up, and while he was slightly surprised in his heart, a strong battle intent was also diffused from his body.

With the current situation of fusing the power of the six people Martial God possession, Zhong Ling's strength has barely reached the state of hovering between the second and third orders, if it wasn't for being destroyed by Shi Han when he formed the formation and breaking the formation, his current strength is probably a stable third-order level!

But with his current strength, Lin Lang was able to stand up even though he was attacking with all his strength, which made Zhong Ling's heart more and more jealous of Lin Lang's future.

"If you can, kill him!"

Remembering what Ji Wushuang secretly transmitted to him before the game, Zhong Ling's heart was full of evil thoughts.

The light of Lin Lang's vast spiritual veins is too strong, and the identity of a quasi-immortal makes Lin Lang the focus of attention wherever he goes, which makes Zhong Ling, who is already extremely competitive, full of malice towards Lin Lang.

Moreover, from the choices of those small sect disciples just now, it can be seen that Lin Lang's charisma is too strong. If Lin Lang really has a rise one day, then wouldn't he have to succumb to Lin Lang forever?

No way! You must kill Lin Lang! Zhong Ling thought in his heart.

"Seven Killing Fists!"

Zhong Ling's footsteps moved quickly, rushing towards Lin Lang, who had just stood up.

On the fists he swung, illusory huge fist shadows flew one after another, and they didn't seem to have much lethality.

"No!"

In the stands, before Zhong Ling shouted the words "Seven Killing Fists", Ling Xiaozi exclaimed, and then he was about to escape into the competition platform.

And at the moment when Ling Xiaozi was about to stop him, Ji Wushuang instantly stopped in front of Ling Xiaozi, blocked Ling Xiaozi and said, "Ling Xiaozi!" You have to shoot in the junior competition! ”

"Fuck off!"

Ling Xiaozi didn't care about the demeanor of the head at this time, and directly burst into foul language, and the momentum on his body immediately shook Ji Wushuang away.

Ji Wushuang didn't make another move, on the one hand, the strength that Ling Xiaozi had just shown was far above him, and on the other hand, Ling Xiaozi was too late to rescue Lin Lang.

On the competition platform, Zhong Ling's fist was only about half a meter away from Lin Lang!

Lin Lang looked at Zhong Ling's fist towards him, and instinctively wanted to fight back, but as soon as his fist was raised, Lin Lang felt that something was wrong.

The opponent's punch technique seemed to be unremarkable, but Lin Lang felt a crisis from it, a crisis that if you can't dodge, you will die!

Since he already knew that there was a problem with the move used by the other party, Lin Lang naturally wanted to avoid its edge, but from the Martial God Phantom on Zhong Ling's body, at this time, there was a powerful coercion, which slowed down Lin Lang's actions.

As for coercion, Lin Lang, who had benefited from the narrow passage of the Returning Ruins Realm, was naturally not afraid, but his dodging body was a little slower because of this coercion.

It was because he was a few points slower, but Lin Lang couldn't dodge, and he was about to be hit by Zhong Ling's fist.

Ling Xiaozi was angry, the elders of the Qianyun Sect were angry, and the disciples of the Qianyun Sect who knew the fist technique used by Zhong Ling were also angry!

What is the evil technique of seven killing fists, hurting oneself by three points, and killing the enemy!

This exercise was not created by righteous people, but it was the top practice of the Seven Demon Killing Sect. And the Seven Killing Demon Sect has been wiped out by the eight major sects with the Martial Immortal Sect as the main force more than a hundred years ago, and later this exercise naturally fell into the Martial Immortal Sect.

The disciples of the Martial Immortal Sect openly used the evil Dao exercises, or in the exchange meeting and competition that could not kill, and the meaning of this was self-evident.

This is clearly to kill Lin Lang!

Originally, if Zhong Ling used other exercises, Ling Xiaozi would not be worried, after all, Lin Lang was wearing the Heavenly Thunder Soft Armor.

But these seven killing punches ignore defense! Otherwise, the Seven Killing Demon Sect would not have been jointly encircled and suppressed by the eight major sects.

A kind of exercise that ignores defenses, directly harms people's inner government, and harms people's lives, no one is not afraid of.

Seven Killing Fists, Killing Hearts, Killing Liver, Killing Lungs, Killing Spleen, Killing Kidneys, Killing Souls, Killing People!

At this time, Lin Lang was already too late to dodge, and Ling Xiaozi and the others were even more too late to rescue.

Seeing that Zhong Ling's fist was getting closer and closer to Lin Lang, it was about to hit Lin Lang's chest.

At this critical moment, a figure suddenly appeared in front of Lin Lang, using his back to take on Zhong Ling's seven killing punches.

"Puff Puff ・・・・・"

A series of voices sounded, not loud, but even if there was a person in front of him, Lin Lang felt that his internal organs were not lightly injured.

And what about the man who blocked the attack for him?

Lin Lang's eyes instantly lost their brilliance, the corners of his lips trembled, and a trace of blood slipped down from the corner of his mouth.

"Ahem~"

A large patch of blood spat out from the petite mouth in front of him and spit on Linlang's chest.

Lin Lang felt that his chest was warm and warm.

He didn't dare to look down at the person who was holding him in front of him at this moment.

"Brother Lang, you will always be my Brother Lang."

Listening to this weak, like the sound of the last dead leaf on a branch in autumn, two tears flowed out of the corners of Lin Lang's eyes.

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