Dalongjian is a place where two degrees and two forbidden.

Ao Ling stared at Xia Mang, his face was gloomy and uncertain, he wouldn't really listen to Xia Mang, and then change places, he noticed that this guy was black-hearted, cold and black-bellied, if he followed him in circles again, he would really be killed by the pit.

He is a master of the transcendent realm, if he is killed in such a ghost place, and dies in the hands of a junior, it will be too wronged, and there is no place to cry.

"If I kill you with the cultivation of the Great Dragon Realm, it won't be considered bullying you. Ao Ling said indifferently.

At this time, the rest of the people also arrived, and after they crossed the Great Dragon Stream, they quickly realized that something was wrong, and then Ao Ling pointed and ordered them, saying, "Disperse and garrison the four directions, lest he escape again!"

A few people were slightly stunned, and then came to their senses, hurriedly nodded yes, dispersed, and held their own positions to guard the direction where Xia Mang might escape.

"I'm not going to run away this time. Xia Mang sneered.

In fact, not only did he not escape, but he shot first, and squeezed his fists directly to Ao Ling.

He stepped on the shabby robe, and the whole person shot out like a bolt of lightning, and at the same time pinched the fist print, volleyed his fist in the air, and bombarded Ao Ling's front door.

His fist was wrapped with demonic light, and vaguely there seemed to be a real dragon circling, and the dragon shadow and demonic light were intertwined, fused and unified, wrapped in terrifying force, and hit the door of Ao Ling.

Ao Ling snorted coldly, and directly clapped his hands to block, Xia Mang dared to take the lead in attacking, what is this? I really thought that I could take advantage of the situation to kill myself, it was too arrogant, and there was no one in my eyes!

"Bang!"

The fists collided together, like swords and soldiers, and there was a sonorous sound, Ao Ling's complexion changed slightly, because the strength of Xia Mang's punch was so great that he was a little unbearable, and he couldn't help but take a step back.

The punch was useless, Xia Mang's face remained unchanged, he spun in the air, kicked out, and kicked Ao Ling's head fiercely.

At this time, his feet and legs glowed, his muscles and bones roared together, and there were vaguely two dragon shapes coiled, full of great power, almost kicking and shattering the void, making Ao Ling frightened.

The strength of Xia Mang's lower limbs is beyond his imagination!

With a sound of "Peng", Ao Ling miscalculated, and was directly kicked in the head, with footprints on his face and kicked out.

But this is not the end, Xia Mang is unforgiving, he followed closely, the last to come, approached Ao Ling in an instant, and kicked Ao Ling's head again.

Each of his feet is powerful and heavy, containing the strength of his lower limbs, the power of the dragon, and he can almost crush the rocks.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Xia Mang's feet were too fast, almost invisible, and each kick kicked Ao Ling's face, leaving one footprint after another, overlapping each other, and finally couldn't tell the difference.

He's kicking Ao Ling's face!

This scene shocked everyone, and they thought it would be a one-sided situation for Xia Mang, but what is the situation now? It was actually Xia Mang's big outburst and kicking Ao Ling's head.

"Ahh

Ao Ling was furious, he was an extraordinary powerhouse, how could he be regarded as a master in the outside world, and now he was actually being kicked in the head by Xia Mang, this face was lost, it was a great shame, today's incident will definitely become a stain on his life, and it will never be erased.

It was too shameful to be kicked in the head and kicked in the face by a junior who had become a big dragon, and it made him mad and angry, eager to grab the ground with his head and vent his frustration.

At this time, the Fish Rider and the little Bodhi monk also arrived, and they happened to see this scene in a daze.

"Good footwork!" The fish-riding man couldn't help but praise: "The feet are invisible and shadowless, the dragon is strong through the body, and the momentum is heavy, it is really ...... Good footwork!"

The little monk Bodhi dragged a bronze rusty sword that was almost as tall as him, and muttered: "The Buddha said that beating people doesn't hit their faces, but Senior Brother Xia beats people and kicks them in the face, it's too unsophisticated, so brutal!"

“......”

Everyone was speechless when they heard this, which big Buddha would say such a thing as "hitting people without slapping them in the face"? If they didn't know the roots of this little monk, they would all suspect that this was a bald wild monk.

At this time, after Ao Ling was kicked by Xia Mang for dozens of legs, he finally relieved himself, made a crazy move, and flew Xia Mang away.

Xia Mang flipped in the air and landed on the tattered robe again, he looked down at Ao Ling condescendingly, pursed his lips, and said, "I can kick and shatter the rocks with every kick, but I can't hurt your face...... You've got a lot of skin!"

Although he kicked Ao Ling dozens of times, it didn't seem to have much impact on Ao Ling, but he only left footprints on the other party's face, but unexpectedly, Ao Ling's head not only did not swell into a pig's head, but not even a wound remained.

"Poof-" Ao Ling vomited blood, not because he was kicked by Xia Mang, but because he vomited blood!

It's a veritable ...... So angry that I vomited blood!

"Ah!" Ao Ling roared, his hair danced wildly, he was angry, he was furious, he was extremely strong, he was actually bullied by a junior to such a point, it was too humiliating!

"Xia Mang, I'm going to kill you alive!"

Ao Ling roared, he really hated Xia Mang, today's humiliation, even if he jumped into the long river of Modu, it would be difficult to wash it off, and it would be difficult to vent the hatred in his heart if he cut Xia Mang into tens of thousands of pieces.

"Then you have to have the ability to do it. Xia Mang snorted coldly, he didn't hesitate, he moved again, and volleyed Ao Ling, like an eagle fighting in the air, and his breath ran through Changhong.

"Junior!"

Ao Ling said coldly, his whole body trembled with anger, his face was blue and red, and even the footprints were not visible, but all the overlap was even more ugly, like a clown.

"Fox Spirit!"

Ao Ling roared, and a sharp roar that tore through the space came out of his mouth, this is a spiritual martial art, which can hit the heart directly, so that the swooping Xia Mang has an instant condensation.

The fox clan is the best at this, spiritual martial arts, demagoguery, and killing people invisibly.

Most of the world's beliefs about vixens come from this.

Ao Ling saw that Xia Mang was shocked by the spiritual martial arts "Fox Spirit Howling" he had performed, his face was shocked, he took advantage of the situation to make a move, pointed out in the air, and shouted: "Spirit Fox One finger!"

A foot-long crystal blue finger suddenly appeared, clicking on Xia Mang's head!

It is very sharp, swallowing and exhaling, if it is hit, it will definitely be able to penetrate Xia Mang's eyebrows and forehead bones, and he will die tragically on the spot.

Linghu pointed at it...... It is said that this is a fingering technique created by a vixen who calls himself Linghu. The eyes of the fish-riding man lit up slightly.

"Fox Spirit Howling" is extraordinary, but Xia Mang quickly broke free, his eyes were clear, and his fist burst out, directly hitting the crystal blue finger.

A pitch-black dragon shadow was wrapped around his fist, rolling in the magic light, merging with the fist intent, turning into the darkest dragon-shaped fist, wrapped in a killing aura, and bombarded out.

It's like a dark dragon fist blasting from the bottom of the abyss of death!

"Peng!"

The dark dragon fist was in the air, and with a bang, the spirit fox's finger was directly shattered, but Xia Mang's demonic fist castration did not decrease but increased, almost ignoring the spatial distance, and instantly smashed on Ao Ling's face.

Ao Ling's face was covered with blood, as if it had bloomed, so red, he was swept out, and he turned over several times before falling to the ground.

But before he could calm down, a figure like a god and a demon suddenly fell from the sky and stepped on his chest with a foot in the air.

Xia Mang's foot failed to crush the rocks, but it collapsed Ao Ling's chest to the ground.