Under Fan Lang's gaze, the battle between the killers began. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Killers are only born to kill, as long as they can kill the target, they will do whatever it takes, the moves are lethal, and they pay attention to the practicality of the moves, without too many bells and whistles.

Ling stomped the attacker back into the ground with a single kick, spun around in a circle, and used two cards in succession, one of which unleashed his usual weapon, the giant black scythe.

At the same time, several other killers around him have also used killing moves, and one by one they are ruthless and ruthless, leaving no room for anything.

The female shopkeeper shook her foot, and the shoes on her feet spit out a sharp weapon, turning into a sharp cold light, and went straight to Shan Ling.

There are also two people who shake the chains to entangle Shan Ling.

The people hiding in the ground were not trampled to death, and they urged the earth to retreat, causing sharp cones to emerge from the ground.

Farther away, at the door of the room, several cold lights broke out of the air, and it was a dart with a handle on it, with a slight fishy smell on it, obviously quenched poison.

These attacks will be put to death!

Sou!

The big scythe in Shan Lingwu's hand, the dead qi surging on it, turned into a black storm, and swept through the entire canteen.

The dead air obscured his vision, and he heard crisp sounds one after another, and all attacks were resisted by Shan Ling.

The entire canteen was affected, but where Fan Lang was unscathed, it was as if there was an invisible wall that isolated the incoming fluctuations.

Not even the black cloth on the hat did not move.

Burst!

Shan Ling attacked first, and the scythe in his hand passed over the back of a killer's head, and he hooked it easily, and the sharp blade of the scythe pierced the killer's back, running through the back and front.

Before the injured person could scream, Shan Ling suddenly swung the scythe and threw it away, the person's body was almost cut in half, and the body fell heavily against the wall, smashing the wall.

The strong wind, which had been isolated from the outside, poured in unceremoniously, and brought fine yellow sand with it.

Shan Ling's figure paused, looked at Fan Lang distractedly, his face changed, he didn't know Fan Lang's identity, and thought that he was with the killer, so he was a little more jealous in his heart.

He could see that this man with a hat on his head was unfathomable, and he was even more dangerous than the wolf-like killers around him.

Between life and death, there was no time to care, he just glanced at it, and then continued to concentrate on fighting.

I saw Shan Ling jumping up and down, rushing forward and backward, and whirling with the killers around him, showing the strength of the top Xuanzun.

After not seeing him for three months, Shan Ling was still Xuanzun, and he failed to step into the realm of Xuanwang.

Fan Lang, a demon who can upgrade and fight monsters, is just one in the world, and the scorpion poop is "unique", for those ordinary Xuanwu, it is very difficult to cross a big realm, and some people are even stuck in a bottleneck for decades, and there is no hope of breaking through for life.

The first-level martial arts realm is like a strong barrier, isolating Xuanwu people of different levels.

The battle continues, and new killers are killed.

They wanted to take people's lives, but instead they took their own lives.

Shan Ling killed several people in a row and gained the upper hand, but the fight was not easy, and the hidden killers around him poured out, all of them with extraordinary strength, and there were as many as three Xuanzun masters. Outnumbered, he gradually showed fatigue, and the wounds on his body increased, and he fell into the battle of trapped beasts.

Poof!

Shan Ling didn't pay attention, and he was hit three times in a row, and his skin suddenly opened.

The killers were overjoyed when they saw this.

"He's dying!"

"Keep attacking!"

"Kill, kill him!"

The killers stepped up their offensive and rushed forward, forcing Shan Ling into danger.

Fan Lang was on the side, ready to help at any time, and he had already moved his mind to make a move. He put down his glass and was about to make a move, but suddenly he felt something strange.

The sky above this Shunfeng inn is surging, and the wind and sand on the ancient road are being pulled, forming tornadoes and bending into the sky.

This is clearly a sign of King Xuan's rebellion against the sky!

Could it be that Shan Ling is going to break through in this battle?

People are forced out.

In a desperate situation, they can stimulate their potential and burst out with the strength to surpass themselves, so there are so many Xuanwu people who choose life and death experience, in order to seek a breakthrough on the edge of life and death.

Shan Ling has the strength to be close to the Xuanwang in the Xuanzun realm, and can provoke the beam, once he enters the Xuanwang realm, there will be a leap forward.

Fan Lang's heart moved, and he temporarily suppressed the urge to come forward to help, planning to wait and see.

"Kill!"

Once again, a group of killers attacked, and someone chained the scythe, dragging it away, and snatching Shan Ling's weapon.

Shan Ling was empty-handed, covered in injuries, and fell into a life-and-death danger.

Hearing two pops, he was hit in succession, and a sword even passed through his chest, and blood flew out.

Lives hang by a thread!

Whether it is life or death, it is all at this moment, even if Fan Lang, who is close in front of him, wants to make a move, it is a little too late.

Shan Ling's face was covered with blood at this time, his eyes under the blood were as sharp as knives, his palms were raised in the air, and he shouted loudly: "Against the sky!"

He broke the shackles on his body, stepped into a higher martial arts realm, and a fighting spirit soared into the sky, controlling the heavens and the earth, and even this piece of heaven had to obey his orders.

King Xuan!

The wind and clouds in mid-air were manipulated by Shan Ling, forming a ferocious storm that destroyed the entire inn and lifted off the roof. Many killers were blown by the wind, or stood unsteadily, or fell down, and some were even swept into the air by the wind.

Fan Lang's body protection aura finally shook a little, and the black cloth used to cover his face shook three times. The corners of his lips raised slightly, it seemed that the bet was right, Shan Ling really became King Xuan.

This moment of panic saved Shan Ling's life, he used a slightly rusty technique to perform against the sky, with a wave of one arm, the wind changed direction, and ruthlessly destroyed the killers around him.

The killers saw Shan Ling's change and were taken aback.

"He broke through to King Xuan!"

"Oops!"

"Don't be afraid, keep attacking, he is seriously injured, even if he breaks through in danger!"

The killers did not retreat but advanced, risking their attacks.

They did bring danger to Shan Ling before, but now it is different, Shan Ling has turned into a butterfly and gained new strength, and it is no longer something they can handle.

Defiant Phenomena, Crying Blood!

Shan Ling waved his hand and fell, and the clouds in mid-air suddenly turned red, extremely rich, like blood. Red clouds obscured the sunlight, turning the desolate ancient road below red.

A powerful and majestic force condensed in mid-air, and it suddenly vented, forming bits and pieces of red blood rain, these raindrops suddenly accelerated, forming red lights, attacking all the enemies around Shan Ling.

Poof!poof!poof!

The blood rain was extremely fast and powerful, piercing through the bodies of the killers, completely unable to resist. The screams rang out one after another, and then stopped abruptly.

"It's a good feeling to be the King of Xuan. Shan Ling smiled evilly.