Flowers are a symbol of delicate and pure, and flying flowers should be a beautiful scene full of artistic conception, but at this time, Jiang Ling was in the middle of nine small floating flowers, and he could only feel the meaning of slaughter.

In such a battle of life and death, Jiang Ling stepped into the middle realm of the earth, but he couldn't be happy for a while. With his current strength, he could control three one-man tall vines to protect himself, but he could only stop at most five or six flying flowers like flying knives.

At this time, there are enough nine flying flowers floating in, how much can he block!?

Jiang Ling gritted his teeth and manipulated the flying vine to meet the flying flower.

The words were divided into two ends, and when Jiang Ling and Chen Duxing faced each other, Song Zhongren also killed in front of Huang Lie. Song Zhongren had a bloody hole in his left hand and a bloody hole in his right hand, he twisted his neck and came to Huang Lie, opening his palm to show Huang Lie.

Song Zhongren sneered: "Do you still have the kung fu to shoot him with an arrow?" I'm going to hammer you to death right now, and I'll see if you shoot another arrow!" ”

Huang Lie also shrugged and smiled, but suddenly pointed behind Song Zhongren, his eyes widened and he said in surprise: "Look, there is a plane behind you!" ”

Song Zhongren naturally didn't look back, staring at Huang Lie with an angry and painful expression: "Why are you sick in the head?" ”

But the next moment, Song Zhongren was suddenly startled, and when he heard the sound of breaking the air behind his head, he suddenly turned around, and a palm-sized stone had smashed into the back of his head.

Syllable!

Song Zhongren was as fast as lightning, grabbed the stone in his hand, glanced at Song Wei on the side, and said coldly: "It's such a big stone, you are embarrassed to say that it is a spell... Your uncle! ”

Song Zhongren didn't finish speaking, an arrow had already been shot, Song Zhongren didn't have time to dodge, and reached out again to grab it, although this time it didn't penetrate, but the tip of the arrow cut through the palm of his hand, almost into the bone, and his palm was already dripping with blood.

"Yo, Dragonclaw? Shadowless hands? Can you grasp anything with your hands? Huang Lie pretended to be surprised and shook his head, and then shouted: "Song Wei, condense a splash of shit and smash him for me, I will see if he can catch it." ”

On the side, Song Wei just let go of the seriously injured Figosa, and said with some embarrassment when he heard this: "Do you have any misunderstanding about the earth mage..."

Huang Lie rolled his eyes and said, "You can't pinch mud to scare him, it's good to be disgusting and disgusting." ”

Song Zhongren's gaze at Huang Lie at this time was already very complicated, and he shook his head and said; "How can someone like you enter the Heavenly Decision..."

Shout!

A stone flew towards Song Jong-in again, and Song Jong-in just wanted to grab it with his hands, and then subconsciously stopped his arm, but dodged to dodge.

Who knew that the next moment another stone came over, Song Zhongren turned around and brushed the stone away, looked at Huang Lie, who was bending down to pick up the stone, and scolded: "Why can't you tell which one is the spell condensation and which one is thrown by you?" ”

"I'll your daddy." Huang Lie grabbed a handful of sand casually and threw it straight over.

Song Zhongren was just about to dodge, but three palm-sized stones flew in the air, and these three were obviously condensed by Song Wei with mana, which should not be underestimated.

Suddenly, Song Jong-in was covered in sand, but fortunately he avoided the three stones.

Song Zhongren's body rotated so that the sand would not hit his face, and he also took two steps forward, but at this moment, an arrow shot very trickily at Song Zhongren's waist and landed on his... on the ass.

"You immortal Banban!" Song Jong-in almost jumped up from the ground, and he glared at Huang Lie angrily, wanting to kill someone.

Huang Lie raised his eyebrows and chuckled, "That's how I got into the game. ”

Song Zhongren was so angry that his hair was about to stand up, and he was also smart, he didn't plan to say a word, and rushed towards Huang Lie, at this time he even had the heart to swallow Huang Lie alive, he had never seen such a bury person playing!

Huang Lie said indifferently: "When you were clever with us, didn't you think how cheap you were? ”

"Die!" Song Jong-in punched Huang Lie in the cheek.

Huang Lie's speed was not as fast as Song Zhongren, so he didn't even think about dodging, but pulled out the dagger on his waist with one hand and stabbed Song Zhongren in the abdomen.

Huang Lie knew that his greatest strength was archery, but as soon as he came to shoot twenty arrows with a full bow, his arm was unbearably sore, and it was difficult to have full strength. Second, there is no one in front of him to resist the charge of this martial artist for him, and if he still has an ADC mentality, he will have no chance.

He can only work hard, there is no so-called room for maneuver.

Song Zhongren didn't know if he was a skilled person who was bold or had a very hot heart, so he ignored the dagger in Huang Lie's hand and smashed it out with an indomitable momentum.

A solid punch hit, like a hammer. Huang Lie's head shook, his head was tilted to one side with his body, it was difficult to stabilize his body, and he fell directly to the ground. He coughed in pain, spitting out a mouth full of blood, with three teeth in it.

Huang Lie only felt that his mind was roaring, and the left cheek seemed to be about to crack, but at this time, his face was numb, as if the right half of his face was not his own, the advantage was that there was less pain, but Huang Lie clearly felt the power of this punch.

Song Zhongren's expression was hideous, he casually pulled out the dagger inserted in his abdomen, and threw it back in front of Huang Lie, he didn't look at the blood in his abdomen, and yelled at Huang Lie: "This knife is still like a man, come, continue!" ”

"Huang Lie!" Song Wei exclaimed in surprise and summoned two stones again to smash at Song Zhongren.

Song Jong-in turned and smashed one of them with a punch, allowing the second stone to fall on top of his head.

With a snap, the stone hit his head and cracked into pieces, and several streaks of blood flowed down half of Song Jong-in's cheek. Song Zhongren looked at Song Wei indifferently as if he couldn't feel the pain: "It's endless, then you come first." ”

Song Zhongren suddenly galloped two steps and ran in front of Song Wei.

In his anxiety, Song Wei condensed all his remaining mana, and instantly raised an earthen wall in front of him!

Exhausted, Song Wei felt a hint of joy because he found that he had also stepped into the threshold of the Earth Transformation Middle Realm.

But the next moment, the stone wall shook violently, and there was a crack mark, and then another tremor, stone chips flew and sand and stones splattered.

Rumble!

A fist pierced the earthen wall, and a figure rushed in like a bull.

"Come on!" Song Zhongren was like a beast, and he killed Song Wei in one step, and smashed his fist into Song Wei's abdomen like a heavy cannon.

Song Wei didn't have the strength to resist.

In the previous river bank to help defend against Lawson's attack, Song Wei had already consumed most of his mana, so that just now he could only condense some palm-sized stones to harass and attack, although he had just stimulated his potential in the crisis, which made him cross the threshold of the middle realm of the earth, but he really had no mana to use.

A mage with no mana is approached by a warrior, and the consequences can be imagined.

Song Wei was unwilling to give up, gritted his teeth and endured the abdominal cramps, raised his fist and smashed at Song Zhongren, Song Zhongren did not dodge or dodge, and let this punch hit his cheek, and then he smashed Song Wei on the cheek with a left hook.

"Come on!" Song Jong-in, whose face was half covered in blood, continued to roar wildly.

Song Wei tried his best and punched Song Zhongren in the chest, but his wrist was a little sore.

Song Wei has realized that the other party is a martial artist who is close to or even reached the middle realm of the earth, and his strength is above him, if his mana is saturated, it is possible to deal with the other party, but at present, he can't win no matter what.

Another punch hit Song Wei's chest, Song Wei staggered, and couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

At the moment when his consciousness was almost blurred, Song Wei opened his mouth full of blood, roared, suddenly opened his arms, and hugged Song Zhongren.

Song Zhongren was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes flashed with violent colors, he raised his hands and clasped Song Wei's shoulders behind his back, and then used his head to slam into Song Wei's head.

Boom!

It's almost hard to imagine from the sound alone that it's the sound of two people's heads colliding!

"Come on! Come on!! "Song Jong-in is as hideous as a beast.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Blood splattered, Song Wei's head ached, and the sky swirled, and he vaguely realized that he was going to die.

The next moment, Song Wei felt an arrow enter his chest, and then he smiled.

The smile froze on his face, and Song Wei no longer breathed.

The arrow was shot from Song Zhongren's back, penetrated, and fell into Song Wei's chest.

Song Wei was not surprised, because what he was waiting for was this arrow, and when the arrow arrived, he died.

Song Zhongren took a step back, and the tip of the arrow was pulled out of Song Wei's chest, and Song Wei fell to the ground weakly.

Song Zhongren ignored the corpse in front of him and slowly turned to look at Huang Lie.

"Good arrows." As Song Jong-in spoke, blood continued to flow from the corner of his mouth because the arrow had hurt his heart.

Huang Lie's head was still buzzing, and the sharp pain in his cheeks began to be clearly felt, but he half-squinted one eye, his body swayed, and smiled at Song Zhongren: "Come on, come on... Stupid... You're coming! ”

"Come!" Song Zhongren suddenly took a step, like a sharp arrow, and rushed towards Huang Lie.

Boom!

Two figures fell out.

No one stood up.

......

Jiang Ling half-knelt on the ground with a scimitar in his hand, turned his head with difficulty, and saw the bodies of Huang Lie and Song Wei falling to the ground, his pupils fluttered.

At this time, the clothes on his body were torn open seven or eight times, and blood flowed out of them, staining half of his body red.

The rattan whip composed of three spiritual powers was already scattered and damaged, but it still couldn't block the attack of the nine blue flowers.

These flowers are like sharp blades, and like miniature explosives, making Jiang Ling bruised all over his body.

Chen Duxing also glanced at the battle situation over there, and when he saw that the three of them had died together, he exhaled lightly, looked at Jiang Ling and said, "Now believe what I said, right?" Even if we are facing each other, you still have no chance. ”

Jiang Ling suddenly laughed, raised his head and said, "The player who was mixed in the attack camp before is indeed quite strong, this boxer is also very strong, and you, even stronger." ”

Chen Duxing smiled with satisfaction when he heard this, and did not rush to make a move.

Jiang Ling then shook his head and said, "But if we hadn't consumed too much physical mana in the battle against the Rosen soldiers, would you really be able to win?" ”

"Do you want to lie to yourself?" Chen Duxing snorted coldly with some dissatisfaction, and said, "You don't have the slightest chance of turning the tables. ”

There is not a single chance.

Really?

Jiang Ling half-knelt on the ground, was silent for a moment, and suddenly took out something from his arms and held it in his hand.

"General Boyo, you said before that when you reach the middle realm of the earth, you can summon martial spirits, right?"

Jiang Ling's voice was not loud, but Boyo, who was a little farther away, also heard it, and said in surprise: "That's right, but that kind of situation is very rare, only those with outstanding talents..."

"Does Skywalker count!" Jiang Ling's voice was a little desolate, a little tragic, and more unwilling paranoia, and he roared with blood-red eyes: "I'll prove it to you!" ”