At this time, Pang De had already grasped the whole situation, and for him, Bu Ling in front of him could not become an obstacle to his progress at all. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Bu Ling will die, Pound never doubted this.

But at this time, Bu Ling was not completely powerless to fight back, for him, just Pang De couldn't kill himself at all, even if he couldn't live, he would definitely not be able to live like this!

"Good, good!" The sound of gnashing teeth came from Bu Ling's mouth, and at this time, his eyes were firmly fixed on Pang De, and then he stepped suddenly, and then dodged to the side.

Bu Ling looked at Pang De with cold eyes, high up, like a hunter witnessing his prey, looking at Pang De, his eyes flashed with infinite murderous intent.

"Chongyang County, is it? I, Bu Ling, swear here, if I can escape, I will definitely let Chongyang County bleed, no one can insult the Xianbei warriors like this, your behavior has angered us, I will report like an adult, when the time comes, you will wait for Chongyang County to be slaughtered by us! No one will be able to escape, your family, your loved ones, and even your friends will die in front of you, and all of this is caused by you! At this moment, Bu Ling seemed to collapse directly, so that he didn't know what he was saying at all, he just threatened Pang De as much as possible in order to gain the attention of the other party.

On the other hand, Pound, at this moment, it was already a victory, but it was me, he didn't feel a little uncomfortable because of Bu Ling's threat at all, on the contrary, even if he looked at a weak person, he generally looked at Bu Ling motionless.

"Originally, for the sake of your talent, as long as you abolish your martial arts, you can atone for your sins, but now a hundred deaths are not enough to atone for your sins!" Pound said flatly.

In his opinion, what Bu Ling said now is all nonsense, if he was not responsible for killing so many people in Xianbei, then Xianbei would not have grown into such a powerful existence today!

In the face of a master like Bu Ling, Pang De didn't dare not use all his strength, he could say that he was very relaxed, but he was extremely jealous of him in his heart, even if his state of mind was broken by himself. But still don't dare to relax!

Pang De had already seen that Bu Ling at this time was not at all threatening, for him, since the opponent would insult him like this. That means that the other party has already developed fear in his heart.

This is a manifestation of incomparably clear, for Pang De, Bu Ling is afraid, there is no doubt that he is afraid.

A guy who has a fear of himself. Do you still deserve to be called an opponent? The answer, of course, is no.

If it is said that Bu Ling was still the enemy in Pang De's heart before, then at this moment, Bu Ling is a weak person in Pang De's heart, a weak person who has no threat.

Pound made a move, and in an instant, he waved his fist, and the momentum of the whole person immediately changed.

Bu Ling was still unhurried, his hands suddenly pulled out, and his big hands were covered by Pang De. turned into a flood of offensives, and Pound went head-to-to-head.

Pound De has been through a hundred battles, and he doesn't know how many times he has escaped death, and Bu Ling's combat experience is not much better than Pound's, and he almost immediately tested the depth of each other.

At such an instant, Bu Ling did not give up killing the enemy, he raised the scimitar pinned to the side and slashed at Pang De's cheek.

Pang De hurriedly retreated, wanting to avoid the attack of Bu Ling's scimitar, all kinds of martial arts he knew. has already been integrated and confident, so no matter how Pound attacks, he can exert unparalleled power in his hands. And it's all at your fingertips, and you can do it at will.

In the midst of the anger, Bu Ling's speed was so fast that it was shocking, such as the blow in front of him, it was almost an absolute offensive, in a word. It's going to make Pound die.

"Click!"

The scimitar stabbed by Bu Ling could have such an offensive and crush Pound alive!

But Pang De also did not give in, and did not give Bu Ling a chance at all.

In addition, Pang De has always faced some heavyweight players, so he doesn't know how many battles he has experienced, and in terms of rich combat experience, he is far above Bu Ling.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The two sides had fought hundreds of times in an instant, and the fluctuations became more and more intense each time, and the two sides gradually began to use all their strength, which was even more terrifying than just now.

Some of the Xianbei warriors with broken legs and arms all looked shocked, knowing that if they met either of them, they would be immediately defeated, and there was no other possibility at all.

This one was a battle at the top.

At this time, these Xianbei warriors were particularly pitiful, they tried to escape from here, to a place where no one was governed, but at this time, the shadow guards on the side were like killers in the night, and they would not give these poor creatures the slightest chance.

The screams were endless, and the real fear for these humble warriors came from the Shadowguard.

Hearing the screams of the clansmen, although Bu Ling's face did not change in the slightest, his heart was full of worry, he was afraid, afraid that he would not be able to hold on at all in the hands of Pang De.

Seeing Bu Ling's flustered look, Pang De shouted: "Use all your strength, you can force all my strength out!" ”

Bu Ling's face was expressionless, as if he hadn't heard it, but the scimitar in his hand had completely accelerated to an astonishing point in an instant.

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Although he didn't speak, he used all his strength at once, and directly evolved countless sword shadows, enveloping Pound.

And at this time. Pang De has also unleashed his moves, at this time, he has the supreme martial will, no one can defeat him here, because he is going to suppress Bu Ling here, for him, any alien race should die, they don't even have any meaning to live.

"Boom!"

The two men suddenly collided with each other, as if they were two legions.

And at this time, Bu Ling took the lead in moving, he stepped on his feet suddenly, and when he appeared again, he had already appeared in front of Pang De, the long knife jumped up, and Pang De's fist was instantly cut by him.

This is an opponent who can really fight Pound.

Pound was not slow at all, and directly punched it, and the strength of the fist twisted, as if it had turned into a beast and directly devoured its moves.

Terrifying, insane.

At this time, perhaps only Pound could make such a horrific scene.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The offensive and defensive conversion between the two is extremely fast, often in an instant, an offensive and defensive conversion has been completed, and everyone who sees it is dazzled.

"Smack!" A fist broke through the void and appeared on Bu Ling's chest in an instant.

Bu Ling was stunned in the chest, he couldn't stand such a fierce attack, and he was blown out on the spot, and his body flew upside down like a kite with a broken string.

But there was not the slightest frustration on his face, on the contrary, a smile was revealed, and a sword light suddenly burst out, slashing directly in front of Pound.

"Smack!" A splash of blood splattered out of Pound's chest, and a huge wound was directly torn open on his chest, which was extremely terrifying.

"This guy is injured again, this Bu Ling is so strong!"

The surviving Xianbei warriors around showed a look of surprise on their faces, because they had fought with Pang De just now, so they also knew very well how strong Pang De was, and he almost had no power to fight back, but this Bu Ling was actually able to slash Pang De, which was like a miracle for them.

And, more importantly, Pound's body is already covered with countless scars, so to speak, he is completely fighting with his life!

Thinking of this, the expression on his face couldn't help but change.

At this time, the Xianbei warriors on the side were the characters who paid the most attention to the dynamics of the two, and for them, Bu Ling's failure and success were completely implicated in their lives.

At this time, witnessing Bu Ling pull back another game, these Xianbei soldiers were ready to move again, for them, maybe as long as they held on a little longer, they could see the hope of victory.

Thinking of this, these Xianbei warriors turned hideous, if they could survive, who would want to die here?

You know, they were all filled with extreme evil in their hearts, and in this case, the fire in their hearts finally triumphed over fear, and they roared and roared into the crowd, and in an instant they were fighting with the Shadow Guard.

On the other hand, Bu Ling and Pound this time can only be said to be evenly divided, no one can help anyone, Pound's strength is extremely deep, at this time, it has completely shown the terrible strength of deep power, many times, there is no need to care about anything else, one force can break ten thousand laws.

After the two retreated from the battlefield one after another, they pounced on each other again.

"Smack!"

"Smack!"

"Smack!"

The two of them seem to be angry, both sides are getting more and more injured, both of them have their own pride, not allowed to retreat, this battle is very important for both sides, especially Pound, to learn from this battle, to learn from the experience, in one fell swoop to reach a more esoteric realm.

But the advantages of both sides seem to be similar, and the two have fought nearly 100 moves, but they have not been able to distinguish the winner.

"Sure enough, the hero is a young man, when I was your age, I didn't have such strength at all, and I couldn't even kill the eldest brother in the clan!" Seeing Pang De's blood-stained collar, Bu Ling couldn't help but say.

For Bu Ling, at this moment, there is no so-called hero cherishing hero, there is just naked resentment and anger, he can't forgive Pound for this crazy fighting method no matter what, that is to say, everything he said at this moment is more of a kind of irony and ridicule than admiration.

The battle continued, and there was not the slightest relief between the two. (To be continued.) )