The content of the chapter begins "You dare to let me regain my strength? Lin Lang, I'll kill you!"

Yuan Xueshuang and Tang Zhen had just left with the people, and when there were only five people left in the sky, Sokoro came to his senses.

Feeling that his body was completely recovered, he rolled over and got up, broke free from Jun Wuxian's clamps, and jumped thirty meters away.

Even though I was amazed to see the light on my head.

But the moment he saw Lin Lang, all the surprise turned into hatred for Lin Lang.

Hate, the only result, is to kill!

As soon as he spoke, he had already made a move.

He suddenly burst out with a terrifying momentum, and infinite silver lightning converged around his body, forming a circle of light shields, completely guarding him.

Two hammers with silver light appeared in his hands, like the hammer of thunder and lightning in the ancient mythology of the Western world.

As he waved, a circle of ripples appeared, spreading out to the surroundings.

The surrounding space, because of the appearance of the hammer of thunder, caused a constant change in air pressure, and also contained countless electrical energy.

When Thor's hammer appeared, Socorro's face flashed with infinite surprise.

But the movements in his hands did not pause at all, and he rushed towards Lin Lang quickly.

Seeing the scene of Sokoro's might, everyone present showed a look of envy.

With the improvement of the serf card, his strength rose again.

If Jun Wuxian faces the current Socorro, the result is really uncertain. After all, Jun Wuxian had not been in the late stage for a long time, and there was a big gap between him and him.

It's just that it relies on the armor and weapons on his body, as well as the ever-changing battlefield, to gain the upper hand and win.

Although Lin Lang was also envious of the other party's changes, the stronger the strength of the serf, the happier he would be, and the greater his role would be in the future.

But now is by no means the time to let him be arrogant, to let him remember the rules, but also to give a warning to the newcomers who have joined.

"Alas, you really haven't suffered a loss, let you enjoy it today! Kneel!"

Lin Lang still had a smile on his face, and he didn't dodge or dodge his attacks, as if he didn't take it to heart at all.

Looking at Socorro's face, he said with a very leisurely expression.

At this moment, Lin Lang was like an outsider, turning a blind eye to him.

Although his voice was very good in Socorro's ears, it was like an earth-shattering thunderbolt, which made all his movements converge at once.

And, as Lin Lang's voice appeared, his body curled up uncontrollably, and slowly bowed to Lin Lang's feet in the sky.

He almost knelt and licked the form, and he couldn't help but be frightened when he saw it.

Lin Lang's methods are too exaggerated!

Unexpectedly, let the master in the late stage of the dust realm fall to the ground, how did he do it?

Moreover, it looked like it was still powerful just now, as if the gods had descended from the heavens, and the changes before and after were too great!

Serf card!

Only this thing is the medium through which Socorro and Lin Lang come into contact.

When I think of the serf card, I think that he also signed it. No matter what the content of the contract is, he already knows that if he dares to show off his might, I am afraid that the consequences will be the same, and he will be embarrassed and embarrassed.

Losing face is actually nothing, it's the kind of toughness that you don't want to do, but you can't fight, that is the most shocking.

The master of the late stage of the dust realm can only kneel down obediently, can he get out of the Five Finger Mountain?

"What did you do to me? You told me to get up and fight you for three hundred rounds!"

Sokoro's whole person bowed to Lin Lang's feet, he couldn't even move a finger, and the urge to kneel and lick Lin Lang's shoes rose in his heart.

He was terrified to the extreme, did Lin Lang pour him ** soup?

How so?

"Three hundred rounds of the big battle, let's talk about it again. I'm going to make a few demands now, Mizunin, and you're going to listen to me! From today onwards, you are my most loyal subordinates, and you are not allowed to disobey my orders. Otherwise, in any case, kneeling and admitting your mistake is the lightest punishment!"

For every person who newly became a serf, Lin Lang had to teach patiently.

No one wants to be someone else's slave, especially the great master who has been the master for thousands of years, and he is even more unwilling, and the resistance is particularly fierce.

However, all the stinky problems, under the effect of the serf card, will only disappear completely, and eventually become obedient minions.

He briefly confessed two sentences, and no longer wanted to pay attention to them.

In the future, there will be time, and it can be slowly transformed, and serfdom is not an overnight thing.

"Report to the patriarch, the following matters are dealt with. The people of the Alliance Guild, counting the twenty-three corpses you brought, are seventy-three people in total. The people of our Ancient Sect have killed thirty heaven-level disciples. Three people were strong in the Dust Realm, and sixteen people were seriously injured and could not move. ”

As soon as Lin Lang finished announcing the requirements that the two of them had to comply with, a figure flew up from the Death Canyon, which was none other than Chen Zhaoqi, who had come to report the results.

Now he is the one who is in charge of this battle, and he has shown good leadership skills.

"The injured were treated quickly and their injuries were controlled. The deceased was wrapped up and brought back to the Dragon Kingdom. They died heroically for the sake of the Dragon Kingdom, and they could not let their bones remain on the soil of the Western world. ”

When Lin Lang heard that thirty-three people from the Dragon Kingdom had died, his mood was very low, and he completely lost the joy of a big victory.

Since ancient times, there have been no immortals in war, and casualties are a tragedy that every general must face.

It was not the first time Lin Lang had experienced it, but it was still difficult to control the sadness in his heart.

That kind of sadness is painful, and it is rare to vent it.

Hearing the death number, Mizushinobu and Sokoro were shocked.

"How is it possible? No one escaped? Alliance Guild, it's over!"

Socorro was the vice president of the Alliance Guild and knew how shocking this number was.

You must know that they are all masters of the Dust Realm, and they have been accumulated little by little for thousands of years.

But in the First World War, all buried!

It's not an exaggeration to say that the Alliance Guild is over!

Chen Zhaoqi, Jun Wuxian, and Lin Lang heard his words, glanced at each other, and let out a sigh of relief.

The largest organization against the Dragon Kingdom was frantically suppressed within a few days.

Absolutely impressive!

Looking at Socorro, who was on his knees and lost his soul, they felt very happy for no reason.

Anyone who dares to challenge the majesty of the Dragon Kingdom will be punished even if it is far away!

"Yes, all dead, you can stay with the patriarch in peace. When you go back, tell me everything you know!"

Jun Wuxian persuaded him very strongly, asking him to tell all the things about the Alliance Guild.

"Alright, we'll talk about that later. Seventy-three corpses of the Alliance Guild were all buried on the spot. The corpses of the dragon people, and the wounded, I will find a way to take them away. ”

Lin Lang closed his eyes, twisted his right hand vigorously in the center of his eyebrows, and the expression on his face was a little wrong.

For a while, he seemed to have made a decision, and despite Jun Wuxian still threatening Socorro, his voice was a little low to make a decision.

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