"This is a problem!" Wang Ling said secretly in his heart. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

To be honest, Wang Ling didn't know much about Ding Chen's affairs, and the most important thing was everything he saw through his true eyes.

Between the flickering stars in his eyes, Ding Chen was like a sharp sword that cut through thorns and thorns, but anyone who stood in the way of Ding Chen's progress would be killed, even if the person in front of him was a close relative.

Through the eyes of truth, Wang Ling saw the confidence and firmness of indomitable and unrepentant.

It was so firm and firm that Wang Ling hesitated a little, and until this moment, Wang Ling seemed to understand why Ding Chen would become the head hall master of the Hundred Beasts Hall.

Indeed, as a hall master, Ding Chen may not be qualified, or even be able to score zero. But as a potential stock, Ding Chen was able to score a full score.

Wang Ling, who had been in the apocalypse for several years, would naturally understand what the previous head of the Hundred Beasts Hall did.

Intrigues, trajectories, wisdom, etc., are extremely important before the apocalypse, and this is no different after the apocalypse.

It's just that compared to things such as wisdom, strength or force is obviously more important, that is, the so-called force breaks ten thousand laws, and in the face of absolute strength, any conspiracy and trickery are futile.

To put it bluntly, Ding Chen is a "martial idiot", ******** pounces on one thing, and he can hardly hold anything else in his heart, and he will not think about anything else.

This also explains why Ding Chen ignored the advice of his subordinates and agreed to Ding Li's obviously ill-intentioned suggestion.

"It seems that you have to prepare in advance, and then fight hard when you really can't fight." Wang Ling's eyes flickered, and he secretly thought to himself in his heart, and at the same time secretly took out something and swallowed it.

Needless to say, this is exactly what Ding Li gave to Wang Ling, mainly to forcibly improve his strength. Naturally, this kind of thing must have corresponding advantages and disadvantages, which is inevitable.

Not to mention that Ding Li doesn't have such a good thing, even if there is something that won't give it to Wang Ling.

"It's unlikely that I'll win!"

As soon as this thought appeared in Wang Ling's mind, it was extinguished by Wang Ling, after all, this kind of thought must not be had.

Just when Wang Ling was thinking nonsense in his heart, Ding Chen had already withdrawn the Tai'a sword and took out another sword that was full of blood and qi and the sword body was extremely illusory.

Compared to the Tai'a Sword, this sword can be said to be plain, without the slightest special place, except for the heavy blood qi that lingers on the sword's body.

Looking at the bloody sword in his hand, there was a trace of memory and longing in Ding Chen's eyes, and it disappeared immediately.

Ding Chen held the sword in his right hand, and a touch of blood suddenly appeared between his left hand.

I saw Ding Chen snort softly, and at the same time, his left hand wiped on the sword body, and the swirling blood qi poured into the illusory sword body like a tide.

With the influx of blood and energy, the original illusory sword body gradually materialized, and finally turned into a long sword with a red body.

"Although it has a lot of flaws, it is barely enough!" After a few casual plays, Ding Chen nodded with satisfaction.

Compared with Ding Chen's relaxation, Wang Ling was not so relaxed, because Wang Ling found that he couldn't see through this blood-colored long sword.

This was not Wang Ling's own lack of strength, but the True Eye couldn't parse the Scarlet Sword at all, in other words, the level of the Scarlet Sword was above the True Eye.

How can it be? You must know that the true eye can even see through the world thoroughly, what is the origin of this sword? And it's only a half-finished product!

Wang Ling's brows furrowed, and there was a sudden throbbing in his heart, and he didn't know why.

"Then let's get started!" After doing all this, Ding Chen pointed his sword at Wang Ling, said indifferently, and rushed over after speaking.

Although Shi Fen and the others next to him had a lot of words and wanted to do something, they were all stopped by Uncle Wang and Xuan Lingyue.

“Traceon！” Wang Ling chanted in a low voice, and then projected dozens of identical swords.

With a wave of his big hand, dozens of swords in front of Wang Ling shot out towards Ding Chen, and Wang Ling himself took the opportunity to retreat. But what shocked Wang Ling was that Ding Chen actually picked all the swords away, and the whole process was easy and comfortable, without a trace of difficulty.

How can it be? How could a mere second-order possess a sword skill of this level?

Although he was shocked in his heart, the movements in Wang Ling's hands did not slow down at all, and he casually faced Ding Chen with another wave of sword rain, trying to prevent Ding Chen from approaching him.

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As Wang Ling retreated, he also projected a crimson magic spear, chanting the true name of the treasure in his mouth, and at the same time threw the magic spear in his hand.

The crimson magic spear shot towards the heart like a meteor, but Ding Chen was not in a hurry, and with a single pick of the long sword in his hand, he knocked away the magic spear of his real name Jiefang, and even the magic spear broke in mid-air.

"Boom!"

This is also an exaggeration! Is this still something that a second-order can do?

Looking at the broken magic spear, Wang Ling was dumbfounded, you must know that Wang Ling's projection is not very accurate, far inferior to the real thing, but how to say that it is also a treasure, and its texture is not ordinary.

And・・・・・・

Looking at Wang Ling in front of him, Wang Ling seemed to see the white-clothed young man he saw when he just entered here, although the strength of the two was 108,000 miles apart, but there was one thing in common.

I see, although the difference in strength is too big, the love for the sword has not weakened in the slightest!

The galaxy flickered in his eyes, and Wang Ling knew in his heart that although Ding Chen was the hall master of the Hundred Beast Hall, the only thing that existed in his heart was the so-called sword dao, not power.

But this alone is not enough to convince the public, nor is it enough to deter others, so there is the matter of Ding Li.

As soon as he thought of this, Wang Ling had no intention of keeping his hands, or rather, keeping his hands was looking for death at all!

The galaxy in his eyes instantly burst into bright light, and then disappeared, replaced by Ding Chen's figure, and Wang Ling himself retreated again and again.

Wang Ling could see that the gap between himself and Ding Chen was too big, and if he only needed a few moves in close combat, he would inevitably die, and only by opening up the distance would he have a glimmer of life.

Of course, the premise of all this is that Ding Chen does not have the ability to attack from a distance.

Fortunately, Wang Ling won the bet, and Ding Chen, who only had a sword in his heart, had no other skills besides swords, because he disdained to learn those skills.

Otherwise, with Ding Chen's status, worth, and talent, wouldn't it be easy to learn the ability to attack from a distance?

I can't care so much about it now, I hope I can win, right?

Wang Ling smiled bitterly in his heart, although Wang Ling persevered, but a discerning person knew at a glance that Wang Ling's defeat was only a matter of time.

After a while, Wang Ling strengthened his confidence, swallowed the thing contained in the air, and was completely ready to fight hard.