Luo Jun looked at Wu Ling calmly, with a faint surprise on his face, it is estimated that he did not expect that the young man in front of him, who he had always regarded as his prey, would have the strength to compete with him, a Muay Thai master.

"Boy, I'm really out of sight, your own value is much higher than your body. Why don't you mess with me! ”

At this time, the greed in Luo Jun's eyes was slowly dissipating, just like he said. Wu Ling's own strength is much higher than his physical value, although he wants to let Wu Ling go, it doesn't mean that he is not greedy, but greedy more.

"Boy, it's rude for someone to talk to you, if you don't make a sound!" Seeing that Wu Ling didn't answer, Luo Jun's face was quite impatient.

After waiting for another two or three minutes, Luo Jun became even more impatient: "Boy, can't you understand people's words?" Hurry up and talk back! Still didn't answer, Luo Jun stared at Wu Ling deadly: "Forget it, although it will be a little worse, I can definitely sell your body for a sky-high price!" Boy, if you want to die yourself, don't blame me! ”

"That's right......"

Just as Luo Jun wanted to continue to attack, Wu Ling's voice suddenly sounded.

"What?"

Luo Jun thought that Wu Ling had figured something out, so he retracted his attack posture and asked. He is indeed a little tempted, with Wu Ling's current combat strength, if he cooperates, then his forces will not be stuck in Yulan City, and he will have the strength to compete in several surrounding urban areas, and even the entire Anwan Province.

It didn't seem to hear Luo Jun's voice, Wu Ling continued to lower his head, staring at the dagger in his hand quietly, only the sound of extremely heavy gasps came. Large drops of sweat ran down his temples and dripped down his chin.

A breeze blew, and the forest was filled with the sound of branches. The orange-red sunlight was cut into thin pieces by the leaves and sprinkled on the two of them.

"Whew!" Wu Ling suddenly took the lead in pounced, and the dagger in his hand slashed through the air with a little bit of blood and stabbed it fiercely into the man's chest.

The latter took a small step back, exerted force in his waist, and his right leg suddenly turned into a gray shadow and pumped towards the side of Wu Ling's body. Luo Jun attacked Wu Ling with the anger after being played: "Boy, you are looking for death!" ”

"That's right!! That's it!!! Wu Lingbang blocked a side whip leg of Luo Jun, and suddenly made a sound.

He looked up, his eyes flashing with an inexplicable excitement. There is still a hint of confusion hidden in the depths.

Luo Jun's complexion changed slightly, and his attack became even faster. The nerves that have been walking on the edge of danger all year round have caused him an inexplicable crisis.

"That's right!! This feeling!! Wu Ling muttered in a deep voice. Steadily block every attack of the Luo army. The sunlight fell on his eyes, reflecting a fine golden red.

The sense of crisis in Luo Jun's heart became stronger and stronger.

Suddenly, after an elbow blow was steadily blocked by Wu Ling, the half-grown teenager suddenly chuckled nervously.

The laughter grew from small to loud.

"That's it!! That's it!!! Hahahaha" Wu Ling laughed maniacally. The dagger in his hand waved one trajectory after another, and he actually turned defense into attack.

Although the Zhongluo army still has the upper hand one after another, a chill involuntarily rises in his heart

Some people will be afraid in the face of a crisis, some people will fight back desperately in the face of a crisis, and some people will bluff loudly or bow their heads and beg for mercy.

But, there is no kind of people, there is no kind of people!! It will be like this teenager in front of you!!

Crazy!!

Vicious!!!

The unscrupulous, storm-like attacks pressed over and over again, like facing a toppling behemoth, heavy and inescapable. The fear of being completely torn apart if he slowed down a little bit faintly crept into Fang Xiaobin's heart.

Sweat slowly ran down his cheeks. looked at the blood-spattered but smiling teenager in front of him. Luo Jun clearly felt that a trace of fear gradually appeared in the bottom of his heart that he had never been afraid of.

"You're crazy!!" Luo Jun's deep voice revealed a hint of panic.

With a gentle breeze, Wu Ling suddenly withdrew his knife and retreated, standing quietly in the wind. Flakes of pine needles floated down and ran through the ends of his hair like raindrops.

His eyes shone as bright as the waters of a lake.

The dagger in his hand spun rapidly in his hand, making a whirring sound.

"Smack!" The dagger stopped instantly, and was held tightly and pointed diagonally to the ground.

"If that's your last word." The corners of Wu Ling's mouth were hooked, and there was a hint of relief and realization in his eyes.

"Then you can die."

The withered yellow leaves falling in the wind swept obliquely in front of the two of them like raindrops.

Wu Ling chuckled, bowed slightly, and rushed forward abruptly, the dagger in his hand turned into a black line, and slashed towards Luo Jun.

Luo Jun's eyes were solemn, his body turned sideways, and with a spinning step under his feet, the whole person suddenly twisted behind Wu Ling, and the former was temporarily unable to turn around because of too much force. Luo Jun's eyes suddenly showed a hint of joy, and his elbow slammed into the back of Wu Ling's head.

"Die......"

The ......dagger didn't know when to turn around, and faintly slashed through Luo Jun's throat.

The orange-red sunlight stayed on Wu Ling's body, this thin teenager, bathed in a dazzling eye, and his face could not be seen clearly. There was only a hideous and crazy smile at the corner of his mouth. The black dagger in his hand was slowly lowering the blood, as if announcing to the world his sharpness, its mission, to kill.

Luo Jun fell to his knees with a thud, his hands clutched around his neck, and a huge wound of more than ten centimeters was opened, and a hissing sound of air flow sounded from the wound, which was characteristic of a cut trachea. A large amount of blood poured out of the wound like a fountain, and in an instant, the whole body was red. His eyes were filled with utter surprise. As if he didn't understand why he had the upper hand one moment, he became a loser the next.

"Hu ......" Seeing Luo Jun completely close his eyes, Wu Ling relaxed, his legs were weak, and he fell directly to the cold ground. Only he can understand the danger of the battle just now, if it weren't for the body that had been strengthened twice, if it wasn't for the fact that he comprehended the sword technique at the last moment, then who died in this battle was really not necessarily.

The strength of the Luo army was beyond Wu Ling's expectations, although he had not seen other skills, but he also knew very well that with the skills of the Luo army, even among the strong armies, it was definitely one of the best. The senior brother I saw in the martial arts hall last time, if he really faced the Luo army, he would be defeated in three moves at most. As for whether he will be killed, it depends on Luo Jun's mood.

Such a strongman is not mixed on a higher stage, but he is nested in this small place, which makes Wu Ling a little speechless. Although Yulan City is a prefecture-level city, its foundation is very poor, and it is not a top-ranked city in the second tier, let alone those first-tier international cities.

It's okay if you don't go outside, but I didn't expect to be bumped into by him, but there was a life-and-death battle this time. Thinking of this, Wu Ling looked at the dagger that was still tightly held in his hand, and at the last moment, he comprehended a little bit of the sword technique, otherwise, it would be difficult to say whether he would win or lose.

Sure enough, it is a domineering sword technique, no matter what move or style, it carries a kind of courageous momentum, putting life and death out of the way. If you still have the horror of life and death in your heart, you won't be able to exert the true power of the sword technique at all.

At the beginning, Wu Ling had always been passively pressed and beaten, thinking only about how to save his life, even if he had a dagger in his hand, it was just a simple stab, defense, and it was not used to attack at all. The purpose of the sword technique is to attack, so the real power is not exerted at all.

Later, after Wu Ling slightly adapted to the rhythm of Luo Jun's attack, he had a chance to counterattack, and the power of the sword technique was really good. One move directly killed Luo Jun, and at this time he had absolute confidence in the sword technique or his own strength.

After resting for a while, the dagger was put back in his pocket, and Wu Ling put the schoolbag hanging on the branch on his back again, and was about to leave the grove. Maybe there will be trouble in the future, but in a short time, the problem on the side of the gangsters has been solved.

'Looks like we're going to have to trouble that little money again.' Qian Shaoshao, the rich second generation, is typically afraid that the world will not be chaotic, and ordinary people may avoid such things as murder, but if it is Qian Shaoshao, then Wu Ling believes that the other party will definitely come to the scene to visit.

And with the strength of the Qian family, he is a gangster, Wu Ling believes that he can still exert pressure. As for what you have to pay in the end, let's talk about it at a certain time.

Just after taking two steps, Wu Ling finally glanced back at Luo Jun, who was still kneeling on the ground. It was his first battle, and his first killing. In the bottom of his heart, a vague sense of superiority quietly emerged, as if from now on, he would have a condescending taste when he looked at anyone. In his heart, people have quietly turned into burning torches. Wu Ling has the illusion that as long as he is willing now, he can extinguish the flame of anyone's life anytime and anywhere. It is a subtle illusion of dividing oneself and ordinary people into two species.

Lowering his head and looking at his still white hands, a feeling of control over his destiny arose.

"Little one, how does it feel to kill someone for the first time?"

Wu Ling turned around suddenly, and a sloppy middle-aged man with a cigarette in his hand walked out from behind the tree. But the strange thing is that the cigarette in his hand is not lit, but it is smoking in the cigarette butt part, and there is no smoke smell coming out.

"Who are you?" Wu Ling's eyes flickered, and the battle intent that had not been completely extinguished was ignited again, and a dangerous aura appeared from his body.

The middle-aged man shook his head: "They all said that don't leave the battle decision to children to learn, that stupid bear just doesn't listen, look at what a gentle little guy has become now!" ”

"You know the battle!" Wu Ling was shocked.

"What don't you know, but little guy, you really surprised me, it's only been two days, you can actually trigger the momentum of the battle duel, so as to start cultivating, your talent is definitely above my estimate!" The sloppy middle-aged man took a puff of cigarette and said disapprerovitically.

"Who are you!" While asking, he drew his dagger and pounced on it in an instant, if he could, he wanted to leave the middle-aged man here directly. In addition to the fighting spirit that had not subsided after the battle just now, but also because this middle-aged man who appeared knew too many things, he felt a huge danger.

"Tsk, you shouldn't give your little guy what kind of battle to cultivate, look at this hot temper, do you know how to respect the old and love the young!"

Looking at Wu Ling who rushed over, the middle-aged man first sighed with emotion, and then casually pointed his right hand in the direction of Wu Ling. Wu Ling seemed to suddenly feel that the air around him had turned into dirt, and he was firmly bound in place, even if it was a small thing like blinking an eye, he could no longer do it. And the body is even more strangely in a flying posture, firmly stopped in the air.