From the beginning of the battle to the present.

Eleven minutes and twenty-three seconds had passed.

In the state where the war type was not released, Tang Ling seemed to have been supported to the limit.

The armor was completely unable to play a defensive role, and it was only a burden to wear on the body, and it was taken off by Tang Ling more than ten seconds ago.

And Tang Ling's whole body was covered with scars, and he could hardly find a piece of good meat the size of a palm.

But even so, Tang Ling's eyes were still calm, he was half-kneeling in a corner of the deck, holding the bloody sword in his bloody hand, panting in his mouth, and reported two numbers: "3, 7." ”

No one but himself could know the meaning of these two numbers.

According to Tang Ling's character, he will never pin his hopes only on simply delaying time, he must have the possibility of saving himself in any situation.

The appearance of the Rank Purple Moon Warrior is indeed bad news, but in some ways, it's also good news, isn't it?

Tang Ling wiped a handful of sweat beads mixed with blood from his forehead and stood up, he wanted to continue fighting.

Compared to Tang Ling, the situation of the teenagers of the Zhan Zi generation is much better, although each of them has more or less left wounds caused by Tang Ling, but these scars are not in the way, they are only small minor injuries, and their combat effectiveness is still very intact.

It's just that in the thick fog, Tang Ling is slippery like a blue-spotted sticky loach, if he encounters it, he will run away immediately after a short fight, and these young people of the battle word generation, except for Zhan Qi, who can bring a fatal blow to Tang Ling, the rest of the people simply have no ability to crush Tang Ling in a short time.

Therefore, the young people of the Zhanzi generation were very aggrieved in their hearts, and they had a feeling that they couldn't exert their strength at all, so they inexplicably had a great hatred for Tang Ling, and they were accompanied by anxiety in their hearts and gradually, they began to despise Tang Ling.

Does Tang Ling care? He doesn't care at all! Because he never had any intention of letting these war-word teenagers exert their full strength.

The purpose of the battle is to win, as for how to win, does it matter?

Therefore, the battle situation was brought into an inexplicable state by Tang Ling, which made the mood of the upper-level Purple Moon warriors guarding outside also follow the inexplicable anxiety.

"It's time to do it, right?" One of the upper-rank Purple Moon warriors finally couldn't bear it anymore, and the entire battle situation was inexplicably delayed by Tang Ling for a full twelve minutes.

The nearest ship can see the situation on this sea in a minute at most, and if it doesn't do it, I'm afraid that there will be many accidents.

In the face of such urging, Eagle Eyes did not show anxiety, but said lightly: "Wait another fifty seconds." ”

In his manifesto, it was indeed clearly stated that he would kill Tang Ling a minute before the first ship arrived.

This minute does not include the process of approaching this ship.

So, he has to wait.

He thinks that his conditions are very reasonable.

Tang Ling seemed to have delayed for more than ten minutes with all his might, but he would face the biggest crisis in the next minute.

Is it to take out the hole cards? Or hard resistance?

Time continued minute by minute, mercilessly moving forward.

**

"Yo, can this Tang Ling survive?" Somewhere less than two nautical miles away from Tang Ling's warship, there was a very small island.

It's called an island, but it's just a small area made up of a few large rocks.

At this time, a man with red hair and a pair of flying sword eyebrows was squatting on a rock, holding a piece of fruit similar to a watermelon of a pre-civilization in his hand, and while nibbling on it, he stared at Tang Ling's ship wrapped in a thick mist in a playful tone.

And next to him, there was a woman, her face was very beautiful, so beautiful that people couldn't help but feel ashamed when they saw it.

If in this world, the beauty of the other side carries a thrilling temptation, the beauty of this woman is comparable to the other side, with a fairy aura and coldness that cannot be blasphemed.

The woman didn't answer anything to the red-haired man's question, and her face kept an unusually indifferent look, making people feel as if nothing in the world could move her.

"My lord, what the hell are you going to do? Do you have an explanation? After nibbling on the fruit in his hand, the red-haired man wiped his hands casually and stood up.

Although his appearance looks high-flying and domineering, when facing this woman, the respect in his eyes is by no means fake.

"Everything is according to the rules." Faced with the red-haired man's questioning again, the woman finally spoke.

"Huh? If there is any accident here in Tang Ling, we..."The red-haired man's face showed a puzzled expression, and by the way, he glanced down at the watch in his hand, if he followed the rules and followed the results of the negotiation with the Star Council, then there were thirty-seven seconds left, and Tang Ling would face an attack from a high-level Purple Moon Warrior.

There will be no miracle, Tang Feng's biggest 'legacy' left to Tang Ling, the mysterious power hidden in that war has been used by Tang Ling in the battle of life and death.

With Tang Ling's current strength as a quasi-Purple Moon Warrior, it was lucky that he could delay for even a second in the face of an upper-rank Purple Moon Warrior.

But adults have to do things completely according to the rules?

Thinking of this, the red-haired man couldn't help frowning, and asked again: "Aren't adults worried about Tang Ling's fall at all?" ”

"Tang Ling has not risen, how can he say that he has fallen? And you have to remember that we didn't come because of Tang Ling, but came to abide by the agreement with Tang Feng. The rules are irreversible. Faced with the problem of red-haired men, the stunningly beautiful woman still refuses to break the rules.

"However, he is Tang Feng's son. Could it be you—" The red-haired man seemed a little anxious, and couldn't help but say something like this.

After finishing speaking, he immediately knelt at the feet of the stunning beauty on one knee and said, "Lord Weiying, I am presumptuous. ”

"It doesn't matter if you are presumptuous, it never matters what you say. As long as your actions are in line with who you are, I don't care about anything else. The expression of the woman known as Lord Weiying still did not change.

The sea breeze blew through her black hair, and she lifted her dark blue robe, on which a silver embroidered moon motif could be seen.

"Remember, if Tang Ling falls, he is not the seed that needs to be valued." In the sea breeze, Wei Ying spoke again.

"Yes." The red-haired man said yes and stood up.

Despite this, he couldn't help but glance at his watch, and with thirteen seconds left, Tang Ling would directly face the upper-rank Purple Moon Warrior, but he couldn't make a move.

Could it be that Tang Feng's son is going to be lost here like this?