Qu Yan's eyes widened angrily and roared, "Stop!"

How could Broken Sword listen to him?

At the moment when Zhang Ling's spiritual power was about to be broken, the broken sword slashed at Zhang Ling's head!

However, contrary to the expectations of everyone and the spirit beast, Zhang Ling suddenly opened his eyes and was in a clear sense, while Qu Yan covered his head and shouted. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

His voice was miserable, and he roared sharply.

Zhang Ling held the broken sword in his hand, and then pushed forward, and the broken sword went towards Qu Yan's head with a roar that cut through the air. Qu Yan covered his head, and he was in pain for some reason, and was directly pierced through the center of his eyebrows by Zhang Ling's sword, and in an instant his mental power collapsed, stopped his sound, and then rolled down the roof with a grunt.

There was a thud and a 'bump' fell to the ground, bringing up a cloud of dust.

Underneath him, blood gradually flowed out, and then soaked the entire place of his head.

"How, how can this be?"

Those who followed Qu Yan looked at Zhang Ling, who had fallen step by step, incredulously and with fear, as if they were looking at ghosts and gods.

"You can't live if you do your own evil!"

Zhang Ling suddenly stopped, then turned and swept back.

In an instant, his pupils contracted, and he saw that behind him, a man in black was suspended in the air, his face was not veiled, and it was a man who looked to be in his forties, looking at Qu Yan's corpse at this time, and said with a sigh in his mouth.

On the ground, there were ten men in black, dressed like the people who had hunted him down.

Zhang Ling's heart sank to the bottom, and he felt cold and gloomy.

This middle-aged man in black, he can't see through it!

This is a person whose strength surpasses that of the Soul Realm, Zhang Ling looked at him, and finally just smiled meaninglessly.

The man in black looked at him with interest, this young man's combat skills and experience are not very rich, and when fighting with that person, he has always tended to be inferior, if it weren't for the fact that the last person wanted to attack Zhang Ling with mental power by himself, it would be difficult to say whether the two of them would win or lose.

After all, even if that person was injured, he was still a realm higher than Zhang Ling.

However, after a fierce battle, the young man just smiled so plainly when he saw their arrival, which made the man in black curious about Zhang Ling.

"Aren't you afraid of death?"

Zhang Ling made a sharp move, killing all the people who came with Qu Yan, these people are extremely evil, not to mention how many bad things they have done for Qu Yan, just tonight with a cruel method to kill all the villagers in this small mountain village, Zhang Ling will not show mercy!

"Of course I'm afraid of death, I'm just a young man who hasn't yet seventeen years old, how can I not be afraid of death. ”

Zhang Ling indifferently wiped the blood stains on the broken sword, and his faint expression made the man in black more and more curious.

"Oh?" the man in black became more and more interested in watching Zhang Ling finish everything, and looked at the young man with a research-like expression.

"I'm afraid of death, but that doesn't mean I'm going to tremble and beg for mercy, you will kill me anyway. As he spoke, his body began to exude a strong fighting intent, and there was pride in his eyes that he could not be oppressed.

"Since that's the case, it's better to give it a go! No matter life or death, there will be no regrets in the end!"

"Well said!" The man in black clapped his hands and looked at Zhang Ling appreciatively, "Good sentence, no matter life or death, there will be no regrets in the end of the play! I like people like you, but unfortunately, if we weren't on the opposite side, I really want to make you a friend!"

Zhang Ling looked at him calmly, but he sneered in his heart.

The man in black treated him as a fish on the chopping board, and he looked high, which made Zhang Ling very disgusted. But he knew that he was in a difficult situation right now.

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is man-made and I am for fish!

There is only one person in himself, these spirit beasts are all injured, large and small, Zhang Ling does not want them to participate in the war, no matter whether they live or die, since they have come to this point, there is no way back.

"Seriously, I really don't want to kill you. The man in black sighed and shook his head, looking pitiful to Zhang Ling. But his face slowly became indifferent, and he said in a deep voice: "This is your life, I hope you will not participate in the struggle of this top person in the next life!"

With that, he slapped his palm down with a volley.

Zhang Ling dodged, but found that his qi was already locked, and he couldn't hide anywhere.

The cultivation of this black-clothed man is very powerful, even if it is not as powerful as Chen Mofeng, it is not far off, Zhang Ling's heart has been sinking until the land of the Nine Secluded Places.

His Yuan Force recovered quickly, so during the time he was grinding, the Sword Yuan in his body was already like a long river, this was his reliance, and his biggest reliance was the Mixed Yuan Sword Technique.

The Mixed Yuan Sword Technique and the Mixed Yuan Sword Element are born from each other, and the attack power when used together is even more powerful.

However, this man in black is a realm higher than him, Zhang Ling actually doesn't have a full score of certainty, but he won't be discouraged, if he doesn't even have the courage to fight, then it's too bad, then it's not his Zhang Ling's temperament.

When he dealt with Qu Yan just now, he used the sword slashing style in the Mixed Yuan Sword Technique, which was also the most powerful style he could exert at the moment.

The Mixed Yuan Sword Technique contains the Imperial Sword Technique and the Upper Sword Style, the Sword Chopping Style and the Sword Breaking Style, and if you can cultivate the Sword Breaking Style, you can exert the sword intent of 'a sword across the sky, and the eternal mourning' at any time.

What Zhang Ling wanted was the sword intent that seemed to be a chance.

"Mixed Yuan has a son!"

Seeing that he couldn't dodge the attack of the man in black, Zhang Ling simply hit it hard, and the first blow in the upper sword style was hit by him.

The broken sword stabbed at the palm at a strange angle, and the man in black was startled and wanted to withdraw his hand. The angle at which the broken sword was attacked was an 'empty door', and if he was really stabbed, his attack would be broken.

Secretly shocked by Zhang Ling's eyes in his heart, the man in black hurriedly withdrew his palm.

But how fast his attack was, all kinds of thoughts went through Zhang Ling's mind, but in fact, it was only in an instant, and when the man in black was shocked, Zhang Ling's broken sword had already pierced into the 'empty gate'.

"Poof!" the broken sword pierced through the palm of the man in black, bringing up a string of blood flowers.

The man in black was so angry that he withdrew his palm, and saw that the wound pierced by the broken sword could not heal, and he was even more angry. He really looked down on Zhang Ling's current strength, not to mention that Zhang Ling had just fought with Qu Yan and his yuan power was consumed, he thought that he would kill Zhang Ling easily, so he slapped it down in that humiliating way. Who knew that Zhang Ling was so tricky and actually hurt him.

And that sword is strange, the place where he was injured can't heal!

"Good! good!"

He sneered twice, put away his casualness, and a long sword appeared in the white light of his palm.

Zhang Ling stood with his sword in his hand, his whole body tense, and he was in a state of attack at any time.

The man in black stopped talking nonsense, and the long sword attacked Zhang Ling.

His strength is much higher than Zhang Ling, and Zhang Ling has a hard time dealing with it, but in just one stick of incense, Zhang Ling has more than a dozen sword wounds on his body.

Those black-clothed people watched below, the battle between the two in the air was very dazzling, and the two white rays of light kept handing over to make a clear sound, but Zhang Ling was obviously not the leader's opponent, his shoulder was pierced, and his chest and abdomen left three long shocking injuries, and those small injuries did not need to be mentioned, in short, Zhang Ling looked very miserable now.

"How long do you guess he'll hold out?"

"Half an hour!"

"But I think it's good that he can last two quarters of an hour...... How so?"

Several men in black were chatting, and suddenly the man in black who spoke suddenly opened his eyes wide, and ten people looked at the air with the same shocked expression.

In the air, Zhang Ling's clothes were tattered, and the corners of his mouth were stained with blood, but suddenly he burst out and threw a sword into the sky, but the man in black who was originally there seemed to have suddenly seen something extremely terrifying, and he actually watched the huge long sword fall from the top of his head in a daze, and he didn't know how to dodge.

"Poof!"

The sword slashed him from above, and the two corpses fell to the ground.

A space suddenly fell silent.

Zhang Ling's face was pale and he fell on the roof, looking at the ten people coldly.

It seemed that everything had changed in an instant, and the ten people looked at Zhang Ling in fear, unable to imagine how he had killed the leader.

"What's going on?"

The ten black-clothed people retreated in fear and unconsciously, their strength was not weak, there were four Soul Middle Realms, and Zhang Ling was in the same realm, but Zhang Ling's counter-killing of the leader was too crisp and too weird, which made them all panic.

Zhang Ling stood on the roof and looked down, cold and unruly, as if he had changed into a different person, and his fierce momentum oppressed everyone and couldn't breathe.

This is 'potential'!

It's the strong momentum that he fought all the way tonight, even if he doesn't hear it, he can still oppress everyone present!

A sword crosses the sky, and the eternal mourns.

This powerful and fierce sword intent, rising from the blood, is unstoppable!

"Go, go, this man is the devil! Tell the Lord that this man is the devil!"

The man in black was frightened and ran away screaming frantically.

Zhang Ling still watched them leave coldly, and those black-clothed people occasionally looked back and saw the person in the room in the distance, with a pale face, like a ghost.

For a long time, he still stood like that, his expression was cold and inviolable, in the midst of the blood, like a god of war. But a group of spirit beasts found out that something was wrong, and he was too calm like this.

Xuanhu walked in front of him, his huge body stood up, it was more than a zhang high, and the huge tiger head arched Zhang Ling's body, and Zhang Ling maintained such a posture and fell down directly.

Xuanhu was startled, and quickly lay down, letting Zhang Ling fall on him, he bared his teeth, and felt a little painful to be smashed.

Several small spirit beasts hurriedly went up to help him help Zhang Ling up, but Zhang Ling still had cold eyes open, but his body was stiff, and although he still had temperature, he didn't move.

Xuanhu was about to leave, and suddenly saw a kitten pull him, he looked down and saw the kitten pointing at Sanwa, and then at Zhang Ling.

Xuanhu was a little depressed, so he asked a few spirit beasts to carry the three babies and put them on his back, and the spirit beasts left.

At this time, there are corpses all over the place, the smell of blood is fragrant, there are also stumps and broken arms, and the spirit beasts are not merciless at all.

The sky was white, and the March warmth was still tinged with a hint of chill, and the place was finally quiet.