What is not sick, nothing is no luck, the person who is abandoned by the goddess of fate is extremely miserable!

Xiao Linger felt that the three of them were poor people abandoned by the goddess of fate.

He had just come out of the excitement of killing the wolf king, and then fell into deep despair.

Song Jun finally tore his face and was about to make a move on everyone, Wu Hao, who had just exerted his super-level performance to kill the wolf king, was exhausted, Ma Ruoyu was seriously injured, what kind of storm could a Xiao Ling'er set off in the face of Song Jun?

Song Jun was so satisfied with the scene in front of him, the beauty in his heart was bubbling, perfect, this is the most perfect result.

Wu Hao and Ma Ruoyu were decided, and they finally took revenge.

The second-level wolf king's Neidan belongs to him, not only harvesting a valuable demon beast Neidan, but also using this to fabricate a thrilling story and create a brave and witty image, and the brave and witty male protagonist in the story is naturally surnamed Song Mingjun, and Wu Hao has no relationship with a chicken feather, and he Song Jun can also gain the envy of the girl while brushing his reputation.

Xiao Ling'er also belongs to him, with the sky as the quilt and the earth as the bed, you can hey he

"I really didn't expect that you, a waste who had just awakened the beast soul, actually killed the second-level wolf king, but what can this be? You are a person who has been abandoned by the goddess of fate, and I, Song Jun, am the one favored by the goddess of fate. Song Jun looked at Wu Hao and sneered with a smile.

"You keep saying that I am a waste, but what are you? I, a waste, killed the wolf king you can't kill, so don't you even be as good as a waste?" Wu Hao's words were sharp, and Song Jun's face suddenly turned pale.

"Whatever you say, you're dead. Song Jun looked at Wu Hao resentfully, "I will crush your bones and let you die little by little!"

"If you want to kill, kill me first!" Ma Ruoyu sat up from the ground with difficulty and staggered towards Song Jun.

"There are also those who rush to die first, who deserve to be a fool. Song Junnuo teased, "But it doesn't matter, you two are grasshoppers on the same line, but you can be a companion on the bridge." ”

"Song Jun, you are shameless. Xiao Ling'er was mad, looking at Song Jun in brocade clothes and feeling disgusted, he found out for the first time that the clothes were so hateful.

"Don't be afraid, little beauty, the two of them will die, you won't, how can I be willing to kill a little beauty like you?" Song Junse looked at Xiao Ling'er in a daze, and the more he watched, the more satisfied he became.

Full breasts, straight buttocks, a thin waist of willows, fair skin, and attractive body fragrance......

Song Jun fell into **, the elder of Haraziliu......

"You**!" Xiao Ling'er looked at Song Jun's obscene expression and felt sick, if it really fell into his hands, it would be better to die cleanly.

"You feel sick to me now, and I won't say that in a while. Song Jun smiled lewdly, "I will make you feel the joy of being a woman in a while, and you will cry and shout and beg me not to stop......"

"I'm going to kill you!" Xiao Ling'er couldn't stand Song Jun's foul language, and the long sword in his hand turned into a streamer and stabbed Song Jun's throat.

"Ma Wang Fist!" Ma Ruoyu shouted, using his last strength to throw a punch.

Wu Hao stumbled, and he couldn't even hold the sword steadily, so he had to raise his fingers and shoot out a weak sword light.

Looking at the attacks of the three of them, Song Jun sneered again and again, in his opinion, only Xiao Ling'er's attack was a little threatening, as for Wu Hao at the end of the strong crossbow and Ma Ruoyu, who had not even awakened the beast soul, he naturally ignored them.

Gently raising the long sword in his hand, Song Jun suddenly knocked Xiao Linger's long sword away, and then flew up with a kick to kick Ma Ruoyu away.

The spiritual power of the human warrior double heaven flowed in Song Jun's body, he felt that he was extremely powerful, and Ma Ruoyu and Wu Hao in front of him were two ants that could be pinched to death at any time.

Suddenly, Song Jun's face changed wildly, and the roaring spiritual power in his body suddenly braked sharply and came to an abrupt end!

How can there be no spiritual power at a critical moment? Is a martial artist without spiritual power still a martial artist? Song Jun is cold all over his body, why is this happening?

If a warrior has no spiritual power, it is equivalent to a car without gasoline, and the rest of the body is waste.

If he was a tiger just now, and Wu Hao and Ma Ruoyu were ants, then the identities of the three would be dramatically reversed after there was no spiritual power, and Song Jun, who was still a tiger just now, instantly became an ant.

The sound of bones shattering came, and Ma Ruoyu's hateful Ma Wang fist smashed directly into Song Jun's heart, blood spurted out like he didn't want money, Song Jun's face turned pale, and he flew out more than ten meters upside down, and after landing, he could only vomit blood one by one.

If there is spiritual power in his body, Ma Ruoyu's Ma Wang Fist can't even scratch his oily skin, but without spiritual power, Song Jun is as fragile as cheese under the blade, just one punch, his internal organs have been displaced, and there is even a massive hemorrhage.

"Why?" Song Jun looked at the staggering Wu Hao with a shudder, he felt that his abnormality was directly related to Wu Hao.

"Have you ever heard of the Sealing Spirit Finger?" Wu Hao explained with a smile.

"I'm ¥%......%¥......" Song Jun's originally pale face turned even more pale with anger.

Feng Ling Finger, it is actually Feng Ling Finger, less than one in a thousand probability, I actually let myself run into it, isn't this drinking cold water to stuff my teeth, farting and smashing my heels?

In the same level confrontation, the probability of Feng Ling Finger is about one percent, and across the level confrontation, the success rate of Feng Ling Finger is less than one in a thousand, but Wu Hao's hasty blow actually succeeded.

"I hate it!" Song Jun sighed as he looked up to the sky.

"Aren't you the one favored by the goddess of fate?" Wu Hao walked up to Song Jun with a smile, stretched out his hand and patted his cheek gently, it didn't hurt, but it was quite insulting.

"Now it seems that the person who the goddess of fate really favors is us, you are just his sanitary napkin, just throw it away when you run out!" "Living in modern society for more than twenty years, compared with Song Jun, Wu Hao undoubtedly has a tongue that is enough to punish immortals.

Song Jun almost didn't come up in one breath, this is what he said just now, and now Wu Hao is back intact, the time scene is transformed so quickly, it is really ironic enough.

"Good is rewarded, evil is evil, it's not that you don't report, the time has not come!" Xiao Ling'er's crisp voice was like a silver bell, the crisis was completely lifted, and she became lively and cheerful.

"Hmph!" Song Jun turned his head and stopped talking.

The effect time of the Feng Ling Finger is extremely limited, and now his spiritual power has been restored, but the damage caused by Ma Ruoyu's blow just now is really too severe - after all, he has endured the bombardment of Ma Wang Fist in a naked defense state without spiritual power.

"Lest the night be long and dreamy, let's kill him first. Wu Hao drew out the green steel sword and planned to kill Song Jun.

"You dare to kill me?" Song Jun looked at Wu Hao incredulously, he really didn't expect Wu Hao to have such guts.

"Got water in your brain?" Wu Hao smiled dumbly, "If you can kill us, we can't kill you?" What kind of bastard logic is this, was your head kicked by a donkey when you were a child?"

"You and Ma Ruoyu have just entered the Tiangang Sword Sect, and there are some things that you don't understand, you ask Xiao Ling'er, does she dare to kill me?"

"Song Jun's elder brother Song Ying is the ninth disciple of the outer sect, if he kills Song Jun, Song Ying will definitely retaliate like crazy. Xiao Ling'er was overshadowed and explained to Wu Hao and Ma Ruoyu in a low voice.

"Yes, my brother is Song Ying, who is ranked ninth among the outer disciples, you two bastards hurry up and dig out the Wolf King's Inner Dan for me, and Xiao Ling'er, you quickly pinch my legs and beat my back, and make me happy, otherwise my brother will not let you go!" Song Jun changed from grandson to uncle in an instant.

As long as you can't die this time, you will definitely take revenge in the future

"Ma Ruoyu, Wu Hao, Xiao Ling'er, you wait!" Song Jun secretly swore in his heart.

"Song Ying?Outer Gate Ninth?" Wu Hao sneered, remembering what happened more than ten days ago, when the person seemed to be Song Ying.

"Yes, my eldest brother Song Ying is the ninth disciple of the outer sect, and everyone in the Tiangang Sword Sect knows this. Song Jun said.

"Your eldest brother knows Shi Hu, right?" Wu Hao asked with a smile.

"Yes, my eldest brother is following Brother Tiger, and Brother Tiger is one of the top ten powerful beings in the inner door. "Song Jun is becoming more and more confident, he has a brother who is the ninth in the outer door and is afraid of wool!

"I see. Wu Hao said lightly.

"Uh, you know, what do you know?" Song Jun suddenly had an ominous premonition, how did he feel that the expression on Wu Hao's face was not fear and fear?

"Do you have any last words?" Wu Hao took out the green steel sword and walked in front of Song Jun and said, "How good I am, I will leave you a chance to say your last words!"

"How dare you kill me, don't you believe my words?" Song Jun was really scared this time.

The signboard that has always been amazingly effective has actually failed, and the biggest amulet seems to be unable to protect itself.

"I believe every word you say. Wu Hao said with a smile, "But so what?"

"My eldest brother won't let you go. Song Jun looked at Wu Hao with resentment, "His tragic revenge is not something you can imagine. ”

"Even if I let you go, will he let me go?" Wu Hao snorted, "Since he won't let me go no matter what, then what am I keeping your life for?"

A sharp sword light flashed, and Wu Hao's long sword pierced Song Jun's heart, Song Jun's eyes widened, he really couldn't understand why Wu Hao was not afraid of his eldest brother.

Xiao Ling'er's face was shocked at first, and then calmed down, since he killed it, it was killed, if he didn't say it, how could Song Ying know?

"Good kill!" Ma Ruoyu waved his fist excitedly, who knew that the wound was involved, and he spit out a mouthful of blood directly.

"Go back quickly, I'll take you to the Tiangang Sword Sect's medicine house to heal Big Brother Ma's wounds!" Xiao Ling'er said anxiously.