Hearing a roar, the roulette wheel cut on the blood feather and made a hoarse sound, but the black shadow man had already changed his face, and before he could react, a colorful light appeared behind him and smashed down on the back of his head.

Bang.

The Shadow Man fell to the ground with a terrible howl, clutching his head and rolling on the ground, while all the roulette wheels seemed to have lost their owners, and fell one after another. Looking at Wang Ling again, except for a large amount of blood feathers all over his body that were broken, the whole person was unharmed.

Fortunately, he has achieved some achievements in the blood feather technique, otherwise, he would not be able to resist the opponent's attack.

All around, the rest of the Black Shadow people had already seen this scene, and their eyes were full of vigilance.

"Kill." The leader of the Shadowmen held back the pain, almost screaming.

When the words fell, the blood feather slowly opened, revealing Wang Ling's figure again.

He looked at the leader of the black shadow people, but there was a faint flash of colorful colors in his pupils, and with a wave of one arm, the colored feathers that fell in the distance were already in the palm of his hand, suspended in mid-air, and turned into a cyan dagger, and rushed towards the leader of the black shadow people again.

The earth-shattering sound swept in, and all the black shadow people, except for the woman, rushed towards him.

burst

The leader of the black shadow people couldn't dodge, and was cut off by a cyan dagger.

Wang Ling did not advance but retreated, and as soon as he withdrew, the fierce attack drowned out the place where he had been standing.

"You killed Xue Daozun's closed disciple, don't think about leaving alive." One of the black-shadow men sneered.

"Noise." Wang Ling's eyes were cold, and he waved in the air, and with a sudden sound, the cyan dagger had already fallen into his hand, and it turned into five purple embroidery needles again.

Seeing his actions, thinking of the scene where the leader of the black shadow people was killed, the faces of the black shadow people who were about to chase after him changed drastically one by one, and they turned around one after another.

But seeing that Wang Ling had already thrown the embroidery needle, in an instant, five purple rays flew quickly, and fell in front of him in the blink of an eye.

A series of screams came out, and three figures fell into the air one after another, but there were still three purple mangs left in the air, and after a while, there were two more purple mangs left, and after a while, there was one purple mang left. In an instant, except for the black shadow man who entangled the Shadow King, there were only a number of corpses lying on the ground.

"Ahh The Shadow Man who had fought with the Shadow King screamed, jumped out of the battle group, and fled into the distance.

Behind him, the shadow king's face was overjoyed, and the long sword in his hand shook, catching up with the man like a spiritual snake.

With a "poof", the last black shadow man slowly collapsed in a pool of blood.

The Shadow King ran over, drew his sword, wiped it carefully, and raised his head, showing gratitude to Wang Ling, "Friend, thank you for saving your life." ”

When the words fell, Wang Ling was still standing quietly in place, and the colorful color in his pupils was more intense than Fang Cai, but it was only after a while that it slowly receded.

I saw him turn around, look the Shadow King up and down, and without saying a word, he walked over directly and reached out to grab the Shadow King's arm.

"Wait." The Shadow King was shocked and wanted to retreat, but he only felt a flash in front of him, and the fleshy arm had been grabbed.

This arm fell into Wang Ling's hand, his complexion was snow-white, soft as boneless, but he could feel his body temperature.

"It's alive." Wang Ling said indifferently.

Hearing his words, the Shadow King was slightly stunned, but he quickly reacted, his face was pale, and he smiled: "Could it be that you recognized the wrong person, this is the first time I have met you." ”

When Wang Ling heard this, he realized the gaffe, hurriedly let go of his arm, and apologized repeatedly.

The Shadow King shook his head, but instead took the initiative to pick up Wang Ling's hand, and chuckled: "It's okay to call me Ying Ruyue, I don't know what your name is?" ”

Wang Ling only felt that his hands were rubbed and rubbed by a gentle force, and when he looked down to see the eyes of the Shadow King, sure enough, a pair of clear Ling Ling's spiritual eyes seemed to have infinite tenderness pouring out. The Shadow King was interested, but Wang Ling's mind was not on it, but because there were some things he wanted to understand, it was inappropriate to refuse directly, so he thought about it in his heart, and immediately put on a straight face and said indifferently: "Please also ask the Shadow King to respect himself." ”

"Unexpectedly, my friend is still a decent gentleman, I don't know what to call it." Although the Shadow King smiled coquettishly, he had already put away his tender eyes, and his arms were quietly released.

"King Four." Wang Ling thought about it, but it was better not to use his real name, so he casually named it.

The Shadow King's eyes flashed, and he muttered: "The world is so big, I can't imagine that there is such a name as a friend, but from today on, Brother Wang is my friend of the Shadow King, and the grace of saving his life is unforgettable." ”

"Just passing by, doing whatever you want, nothing to do." Wang Ling said.

"Where, where." The Shadow King chuckled, looked around again, and continued, "It's not safe here, Brother Wang, let's leave first and talk." ”

"That's what I mean, I wonder if the Shadow King has a good place to go?"

"I do, but at the moment the little woman is seriously injured, I'm afraid she won't be able to fly." The Shadow King said with a grimace.

When Wang Ling heard this, he didn't hesitate to speak: "It's simple, I'll take you with me." ”

"In that case, thank you." As he spoke, the Shadow King stretched out his flesh arm towards Wang Ling, but he no longer had that delicate demeanor at all, and his face was even more pale and helpless.

Wang Ling stretched out his hand to take it, but when he stretched out his hand, he subconsciously looked at his arm and found that not only was there nothing unusual about his arm, but even his body was as if he had really entered this world. Thinking about it, when he first came in, his body was like being in the spirit world, but now this state has completely disappeared.

I didn't have much time to think about this in my heart, Wang Ling still went to communicate with the Qiankun bag, and found that it was still the case, so he had to take the Shadow King up first, jumped under his feet, and flew away.

At this moment, an angry shout came, "Kill my closed disciple, two dog men and women, go and die." ”

The sound entered his ears, and it immediately exploded like thunder, and Wang Ling only felt dizzy in his head, and his complexion couldn't help but change greatly.

Not far away, an old man in gray had appeared in mid-air.

The old man looked to be over seventy years old, half flesh and half metal, his face was indifferent, his murderous intent was soaring, and the breeze was flying under his feet.

Seeing this old man, even the Shadow King's face became extremely ugly.

"Xue Daozun, I didn't expect it to be you."

The old man had already come closer, and when he heard this voice, he smiled coldly, "Yes, Shadow King, you are in a catastrophe. ”

The Shadow King sighed and whispered to Wang Ling, "Let me go." ”

But after speaking, she found that Wang Ling turned a deaf ear, and his face was not as dignified as Fang Cai, but stared at Xue Daozun with a smile.

"What are you doing?" The Shadow King was surprised.

Wang Ling didn't speak, and with a wave of one arm, a large number of blood feathers appeared in front of him, and quickly condensed into a small shield.

"Carving insect skills, showing off in front of me, looking for death." Xue Daozun's face was ruthless, and his body disappeared in place as soon as he moved.

Wang Ling's expression did not move, his right arm was slowly raised, the golden light on his body flashed, and more than a hundred blood feathers poured out densely.

Dangdangdang.

The blood feather fell in the air, and immediately slammed into one place, sparks flew wildly, and in the group, one emerged, looking like that, it was Xue Daozun who had just disappeared.

"I can't think of seeing me, but it's useless." Xue Daozun glanced at Wang Ling, and snorted coldly in his nose, but two clouds of white gas came out, and in a blink of an eye, they turned into countless silver swords and slashed with the blood feathers.

At this moment, Xue Daozun had already stood still, raised his hand and grabbed the direction where Wang Ling was, the void flashed, and a half-meter-long arm silently emerged and grabbed him down.

This arm was covered with scales all over its body, and its five fingers were sharp, and it looked extremely sharp, and if it was caught, even if it was a cultivator, it would not be good.

Wang Ling didn't seem to notice, still standing in place motionless, but the Shadow King seemed to be aware of it and raised his head, and his face was immediately flustered.

But time did not allow her to react, and as soon as she opened her mouth, the arm was already near.

The Shadow King could only watch as the huge figure drowned herself, but she couldn't do anything, if she returned to her prime, she could still fight, but now......

Just as he was thinking about it, he saw that the arm was suddenly cut open and flew away.

Xue Daozun let out a terrible scream, looking at Wang Ling in disbelief, shocked, "How is it possible." ”

I saw that Wang Ling was still standing in place, but he was holding a blood-colored long sword in his hand, and this sword was just cutting off that arm.

Now Wang Ling can't open the Qiankun bag, he can only rely on his own secret skills to deal with the enemy, no wonder Xue Daozun is so surprised, using the blood feather technique, plus the condensed blood sword, and then cutting off the arm, all three will take time, and the speed of the arm just now is very amazing, but Wang Ling can catch up, just ask Xue Daozun to try his best not necessarily be able to do it.

However, no one noticed that Wang Ling's pupils and palms had colorful rays spreading out, and they were slowly dissipating after cutting off that arm.

After only a moment, I saw Xue Daozun speak again: "Even if you can break my secret technique, this king has thousands of secret techniques, which is ten times more powerful than Fang Cai's move, and besides, the shadow king is seriously injured, how can you protect it." ”

"What if you don't try, if you kill you, it's a hundred." Wang Ling spoke indifferently.

"Okay."

Xue Daozun laughed, his body was shocked, his clothes were windless, and the breath in his body also rose with the tide.

Faced with this scene, Wang Ling couldn't help but show a look of surprise on his face, and slowly became solemn, but he still didn't retreat, and with a flash of his palm, a small colorful sword appeared, swinging the sword and stabbing towards Xue Daozun.

"Yes."

A loud shout came out, and Xue Daozun had already slapped his palm.

The multicolored little sword stabbed straight into his palm, as easy as breaking through a piece of tissue paper, but before Wang Ling could react, his eyes went black, and the other palm appeared like a ghost and slapped him on the forehead. Suddenly, an unparalleled pain hit his forehead, causing him to scream and lose consciousness.

The cold wind blows the mountains and rivers, and the rain pours the earth.

The biting cold reached his skin, and Wang Ling slowly opened his eyes, still feeling extremely dizzy.

He stood up, touched his head, and it took him a moment to come to his senses, and he looked around and recognized that it was where he had been knocked unconscious.

Before he could continue looking, the sound of a fight could be heard in the distance.

"What the hell is going on?" Wang Ling looked in the direction where the sound of the fight came, moved his feet, and walked straight ahead.

As he walked through a grove of trees, there was a movement in front of him, and a figure appeared.

I saw those people, most of whom were shrouded in dark shadows, all fighting around a weak woman. And the woman's face was pale, and the aura in her body was faint, and she was getting weaker and weaker.

Wang Ling looked at the battle group, and his face already showed a strange look.

After thinking for a while, I saw that in his pupils, the five-colored glow flashed, and the momentum of the whole person was completely different, and it actually increased by four or five times.

Immediately, his feet moved, and the whole person rushed forward like a tiger descending from the mountain.

The woman was fighting, she frowned, looked into the distance, and suddenly showed a little surprise on her face.

At the same time, the other black shadow people also sensed it, and looked at Wang Ling, with a look of vigilance on their faces.

"Stop coming." The leader of the Black Shadow people walked towards Wang Ling first.

Wang Ling's speed did not stop, and he couldn't help but say something, and waved a palm.

When the leader saw Wang Ling's move, his face flashed with cruelty, and he put on a good posture, but he might as well flash in front of his eyes, and an iron palm had already slapped on the Tianling cover, and it was suddenly like a smashed watermelon, his brain was shattered, and his corpse was on the spot.

Seeing that the leader was killed one by one, the rest of the black shadow people all changed their faces greatly, and they stopped their hands and looked at Wang Ling vigilantly one by one.

Wang Ling ignored the black shadow man, and rushed straight to the shadow king, he was extremely fast, and he had already come to the front in two or three breaths, and without waiting for the rest of the black shadow people to react, he grabbed the shadow king and flew away. And the shadow king in his hand, from beginning to end, looked at Wang Ling with an unknown expression.

"Where to go." A loud shout came.

Wang Ling didn't even think about it when he heard the voice, and with a slap of his free hand, more than a hundred blood feathers flew out in response, and the sound of strangulation in mid-air was amazing.

But the blood feather only lasted for two breaths, and it burst one after another, and a figure floated in and landed in midair, revealing the figure of an old man.

"Xue Daozun." A sound of surprise came from Wang Ling's mouth.

"Since you know me, don't waste your efforts." Xue Daozun said with a smile.

"Get out." Wang Ling opened his mouth lightly, and there was no joy or anger on his face, but he still held the Shadow King in his hand, and his speed did not stop.

"Looking for death, even if you don't participate in this matter, it's a dead end, I will make your life worse than death." Xue Daozun's eyes were full of murderous intent, and Ben Wang Ling chased after him.

The two were chasing and killing in the forest, and looking at Xue Daozun, the speed was faster than Wang Ling, and the distance was gradually getting closer.

"Go." Xue Daozun snorted softly halfway, and slapped a palm in the air, pressing it to Wang Linghou's heart.

Wang Ling's consciousness in his body had already spread out, how could he not know, sensing the power of this palm, he used his free hand to meet the palm behind him.

With a "bang", the palm shadow shattered, which seemed ordinary, but seeing Wang Ling's complexion change, his body had already sensed a fierce force pouring out of the shattered palm shadow, and he was caught off guard, unable to control his body, and stumbled and almost fell into the void. When he stabilized and continued to fly forward, his face sank, and Xue Daozun was already blocking the front with a smile on his face, looking at him coldly.

"Run, I'll see where you can escape."

Wang Ling stood still in mid-air, looking at Xue Daozun, still expressionless, only more than a thousand blood feathers came from behind him, and at the same time, there was a colorful small sword suspended above his head, and when he heard his words, he immediately said: "If you talk about fighting, I naturally can't beat Xue Daozun." ”

"If you knew it now, why bother just now." Xue Daozun shook his head and suddenly made a move.

Wang Ling had already raised his spirit, and his mind moved, and the blood feathers behind him pounced on the opposite side.

There was a clanging sound in mid-air, and the blood feathers broke and flew down one by one, and Xue Daozun was already in it, and he looked safe and sound, and even smiled at Wang Ling.

For a while, the number of blood feathers decreased sharply, and Xue Daozun was like a leisurely stroll, slowly approaching Wang Zero.

In the face of Xue Daozun's leisure, Wang Ling's face was already full of solemnity, and as soon as his body moved, more turbulent energy rushed out of the surface of his body, and his body flashed again, and the number of blood feathers increased to more than 10,000, and like a group of demons dancing wildly, almost surrounded Xue Daozun impenetrable.

At this time, the momentum in the battle group was soaring, far more fierce than Fang Cai, but seeing that Wang Ling's face was not only not reduced, but even heavier.

"Hahahaha, carving insect skills, Ann can stop me." Xue Daozun's laughter suddenly came from the blood feathers.

Wang Ling's expression was solemn, his eyebrows moved, and a small black sword was spinning, and when the words came out, this small sword happened to condense and form.

In terms of strength, he asked himself that few people could surpass the power of consciousness, so this soul blade was also a kind of life-saving power.

At this time, either you die or I die, Wang Ling made up his mind and kept an eye on the movements in the battle group.

When the number of blood feathers was getting smaller and smaller, and when there were only a few hundred left, Xue Daozun seemed to be a little impatient, and his two arms waved, shaking the blood feathers around him one after another.

But how could those blood feathers be so easy to deal with, as soon as Fang was shaken open, he immediately pounced on them like maggots in tarsal bones.

Seeing this, Xue Daozun had no choice but to use brute force to smash and break the blood feather.

A loud shout came out, Xue Daozun swung more and more force, his fists were like meteors catching the moon, and the blood feathers around him were shattered.

Just as he was closing his fist, Wang Ling's eyes suddenly lit up, and the small sword suspended in the center of his eyebrows flew straight towards Xue Daozun.

Xue Daozun's eyelids jumped suddenly, and he was retracting his fist and couldn't exert his strength, but he felt a black shadow flying towards him.

"Not good." He screamed, trying to punch his retracted fist out, but was a step too slow.

With a "whoosh", the soul blade silently pierced Xue Daozun's head and pierced into the skull without any resistance.

Xue Daozun was stunned for a moment, then let out a miserable scream, fell headlong, and fell to the ground already holding his head, in pain.

In mid-air, Wang Ling was a little stunned, and he was surprised by the power of the soul blade for a while, but he didn't hesitate, the blood sword in his hand flew out and coldly cut off Xue Daozun's head.

Just as he was about to continue flying, a sharp pain suddenly surged over him, wrenching in his head.

Wang Ling screamed, clutching his head tightly, but he already felt that the energy in his body was about to run out, and it seemed that it was gradually about to get out of control, and there was a force in the darkness that pressed down, as if to force him to close his eyes.

This change caught him off guard, but he quickly reacted, covering his head tightly with both hands, and following the force, he insisted on being conscious.

Vaguely, a voice came, "After a while, it's time to do it." ”

Then another voice appeared, "I'll wait, don't go wrong." ”

……

He couldn't hear what was being said behind him, but a cloud of white light had already risen not far in front of him, and it was getting higher and brighter.

Wang Ling looked at the white light, and suddenly saw a shadow of a tree, and a delicate and concave body, although he couldn't tell who it was, but the body felt very familiar to him.

He covered his head in pain, and he didn't have time to think about anything, just looking at the light getting higher and higher, and he couldn't reach it, and he couldn't help but be ruthless, and hit the white light, like grasping a life-saving straw.

Burst.

Wang Ling only felt that his body was empty, and he fell to the ground, but the pain in his head had disappeared without a trace, and the whole person instantly woke up, and he got up from the ground with a smoke.

Before he could see his surroundings, an angry voice came, "Damn." ”

As soon as the words fell, a strong wind fell on him.

Wang Ling only felt that his body was cold, and his body automatically reacted, and he hid to the side, and a sword was cut down early.

The one holding the sword was a young man in Tsing Yi, who had no secret techniques on his body, half flesh and half metal, and his face was extremely ugly

After dodging, the young man caught up and continued to slash.

Wang Ling was silent, his movements were much quicker than the young man, he easily grabbed the sword, and with a casual lift, the young man was thrown out.