Chen Ling was surrounded by a group of amphibious swamp crocodiles.

Each of these swamp crocodiles is more than thirty meters long, the scales all over the body shimmer with a green iron luster, and between their forelimbs and hind limbs there is a pair of strange patina green wings, which are more fins than wings, which can not only help them swim better in the swamp, but also help them make short flights when jumping out of the water.

It is not very accurate to say that it is a three-way crocodile, but this swamp crocodile does have a very strong flight ability, and a third of the group of swamp crocodiles that are surrounding Chen Ling jumped out of the water and flew into the tree, their nearly ten-meter-long tails coiled around the branches like snakes, and their front and rear paws are deeply embedded in the bark, and they all open their mouths wide to do a killing posture at any time.

Chen Ling could exude a powerful aura to attract them, and in the face of a small human martial artist with a large amount of aura, most spirit beasts liked it very much, and these adult swamp crocodiles, all of whom possessed the strength of the fifty-fifth order, were no exception, and they all wanted to swallow him into their stomachs and absorb it.

Chen Ling was suspended in the air, the white sword in his hand flashing with the light of death in the faint sunlight of the forest.

Seeing that there were more and more swamp crocodiles surrounding him, the sneer on Chen Ling's face became more and more obvious.

This killing can be carried out happily.

When there were no more swamp crocodiles in his field of vision, Chen Ling shook his body like a hummingbird and launched the first attack.

His goal is to entrench the swamp crocodile in the trees, kill the one that has the advantage in the high altitude first, and attract more to fly into the air, so that he can easily kill. Also avoid the danger of being dragged into the water by them below. Even if they are dragged into the water, they can still be killed. But Chen Ling was also very reluctant to make muddy water.

The swamp crocodile's body is surrounded by hard copper-green armor, and even the lower abdomen cannot easily break through, although the white sword is easy to deal with these guys, but Chen Ling does not intend to rely on brute force to solve the problem, he is now facing a large group of swamp crocodiles, maybe there will be a large group of them in a while, it is very important to preserve physical strength. He has only one point of attack - the eye.

No matter how hard its body is, its eyes are the weakest place, and it can directly stab the brain through the eyes, and no matter how powerful the spirit beast brain is dead, it will be useless.

Chen Ling, an ordinary human, was very small in front of the swamp crocodile, so his high-speed movement brought effects that were difficult for them to catch, and when his body reappeared in their sight, his sword had already stabbed out.

With a low, strange howl, the swamp crocodile entrenched in the tree slammed to the ground.

The other swamp crocodiles reacted immediately, and the large mouth immediately spewed out a large amount of copper-green mist, and the fins fanned. Mist poured towards Chen Ling from all directions.

A grim smile rose at the corner of Chen Ling's mouth, they would use poison. Wouldn't he be able to!?

Of course, he doesn't know how to use poison, but at the same time, as a black warrior, he still knows everything about controlling toxins, releasing blackened aura around him, directly isolating these poisonous gases, and the effect of using blackened aura to isolate these poisonous gases is far better than using aura.

The green poisonous gas overwhelmingly covered Chen Ling's vision and also the sight of these swamp crocodiles, Chen Ling suddenly put away his huge aura, and only used a little bit of aura to maintain the blackened aura outside his body, and then ...... He shuttled through the green poison gas and played the role of a reaper of life.

The swamp crocodile is the same as other spirit beasts in the barbarian realm, because of the long-term miasma, the evolution of vision is very imperfect, in turn, their perception of aura has become particularly powerful, Chen Ling, who released a powerful aura, is like a huge flame burning in their eyes, no matter what the conditions are, they can clearly see him, but Chen Ling, who has put away the aura, looks like a small match burning in their eyes, and it is really a very difficult thing to catch a small match.

And in Chen Ling's senses, they were like bright flames in the dark, and with their eyes closed, they could find their targets and kill them all.

......

There was a gust of wind on the flat ground, the poisonous gas quickly dissipated, and there were dozens of huge swamp crocodiles on the ground, and they all died in the same way, that is, they were pierced through the eyes and the aura hit the brain and died, it seemed that there was no wound, but in fact, their brains had already been stirred into a mess.

Chen Ling fell from his mouth, and with a knife in his hand, he cut open their chests and began to take the Spirit Treasure Diamond.

"After the play is over, can you come out?" Chen Ling said as he took the drill, as if talking to himself.

In the distance, a figure came over and landed in front of Chen Ling.

This person has long flowing hair, looks like a white-faced scholar, and is dressed in a white robe that stands out in this gloomy forest.

This person is none other than a single blade.

When Shan Feng found Chen Ling, he saw him and a group of swamps and a vicious fight, no, no, no, it was a massacre, he did not participate, but watched this vicious fight from a distance, if you need to watch the aftermath, then there is only one word - strong!

However, he didn't see what this person in the poison gas looked like, and now that he fell in front of him, he was surprised to find that it was such a young martial artist, and he couldn't believe his eyes.

The appearance of a warrior depends on his strength level in most cases, the younger he is, the stronger his strength, the more his appearance can be maintained in that period, if he is a late bloomer, his appearance is basically maintained in the appearance of the old man, and vice versa, his strength is superior at a young age, so his appearance is basically maintained at a young level.

Seeing that the young man in front of him was only in his twenties, his strength was ...... But he can't see through it at all, as if he has no strength, and as if he has reached the ultimate realm.

From the battle he had just fought and the fact that he could easily see that he was sure that the strength of the young man in front of him was extraordinary.

"The seniors are polite. Shan Feng nodded sincerely, not at all exalting himself because the person in front of him was young.

"Well, is there anything wrong with me all the way?" Chen Ling ignored him, he did this by himself, and he deservedly accepted the title of senior.

"The seniors already know that I ......" Shan Feng was a little embarrassed, but he felt that the person in front of him was a real master, and his unruly attitude made him more respectful.

"You leaked so much aura along the way to avoid the attack of the spirit beast, do you think I won't be able to find out?"

Shan Feng was surprised, he had tried his best to restrain his aura along the way, and in his eyes, he still leaked too much aura, which showed his strength, which made Shan Feng even more excited.

"Not only can you have the honor of inviting your seniors to Qingfeng City?" (To be continued.) )