"There it is!"

Wu Ling looked fixedly, there was a person standing on the treetops, he was silent, Wu Ling was silent, the two looked at each other calmly, and no one spoke first. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The gust of wind waved, and a white feather that had not entered their vision gradually slipped down, getting closer to the ground little by little, and when it touched the ground, the figure on the treetops disappeared, Wu Ling was engrossed, his fists clenched, and Hao Ran was facing him who was looming.

Bang bang, a few footsteps sounded clearly in the woods, the sound became louder and louder, and the gray shadow approached Wu Ling more and more.

"Punch through!"

With a bang, a fist and a palm collided, Wu Ling gradually retreated five steps, and the other party was not affected at all, standing in front, as if he was a master outside the world, his face was condensed, and he looked at the eyes like ants, and he was wearing Wu Ling's defense line.

"This man is strong!"

This collision gave Wu Ling his first feeling that the other party was not ordinarily strong.

"Who the hell are you?"

Wu Ling didn't want to provoke such a strong man for no reason, so he was the first to speak, but when he found that the other party still didn't respond, Wu Ling thought, could it be that he was dumb?

The other party still didn't answer, Wu Ling was a little panicked, but it was only for a moment, even if he wanted to run, it was not impossible, with the strength of the other party he felt so far, it was not enough to save his life.

The opponent's palm was a fist, towards Wu Ling, and the seal fell, and in the same way, Wu Ling saw that a glorious gossip diagram rippled from the heart of the fist, like an umbrella cover, and rushed forward.

Seeing this, Wu Ling was also silent, and smashed the umbrella cover with another piercing fist, and the dull impact sound shot away, and Wu Ling took three steps back, in order to relieve the pressure of the gossip halo he was subjected to, strong!

After another collision, the other party was not hurt at all, and Wu Ling couldn't help but have such a thought in his heart again.

When Wu Ling stabilized his chaotic aura, he was a little eyebrow-raising, and the other party turned out to be someone from the Junzi Sect.

From the second collision, the light and shadow of the gossip, Wu Ling will not forget that in the battle with the young master Zhao Zuo that day, the "Taihang Yi Fist" used by Zhao Zuo in the last breath was exactly like this, but the death of the young master, could it be that it was spread to the gentleman's gate so quickly?

"Zhao Zuo was killed by me, you should be here for this, no wonder the murderous spirit is not restrained at all, hehe, I will stand in front of you, I have the ability, you come and try?"

Wu Ling provoked him, he didn't want to run away anymore, today, even if he was seriously injured, he had to leave his life behind, otherwise the people on Xi Ling's side would be miserable, with their ability to open, it was not enough for this stuffed tooth.

The strength of the strong cannot be trampled on, and sure enough, when he heard that a person the size of an ant in front of him actually spoke so wildly, he really lost his face, and he finally spoke, but it was only one sentence, "Kill chickens, use a knife." ”

After finishing speaking, he put down his cloak and cloak, his gray hair fluttered out, his eyebrows were also gray, his eyes were crooked, and his teeth and lips were not right. Wu Ling saw it in his eyes, and felt more and more disgusted, such a person's psychology was absolutely distorted, no wonder he would come up with a wolf to encircle and suppress him.

"Really?" Wu Ling asked, raising his eyebrows.

"Kill you, warm up. The other party responded, and then rushed towards Wu Ling, Wu Ling didn't want to make any head-on contact, in terms of the force of the punch, he couldn't compete with it, unless......

Unless Wu Ling didn't dare to think about it, he killed Zhao Zuo's young master is already a very secret thing, if he kills him with a dragon, the later people will definitely notice the problem, and when the time comes, he will definitely find out about me, the reminder of the old man of the main god, I still have to pay attention, so I haven't even met the shadow of the door knife, and it is really unlucky to meet such a perverted strong man.

Wu Ling had no choice but to use the Sanda body method, temporarily plus the bonus of twenty-four broken hands, which was just enough to avoid the opponent's successive blows, and the water game boxing martial arts he used were three grades higher than the young master Zhao Zuo, although Wu Ling was able to dodge the blow of the water boxing, but when it was transformed into Xiliang boxing, Wu Ling had to retreat, with the punch wind of the punch as the recoil, only slightly retreated to the edge of its strike range, but it was still scratched by the cool breeze, and the injury was incurred, and the color was hung.

This is not the most terrible, but when the arrogant old man found that Shui You Fist couldn't help Wu Ling, his face began to be gloomy, maybe in his eyes, Wu Ling was only worthy of him to kill with Shui You Fist, and using the Xiliang Fist was simply beating himself in the face, so the old man's face was gloomy, and the sway of the Xiliang Fist became more vigorous and powerful.

Wu Ling was gradually forced to the corner of the tree, and he was already in a situation where he could no longer retreat, and Wu Ling, who was in a cold sweat, dodged the fist wind of Xiliang Fist over and over again, and weighed whether the old man in front of him was worth using the dragon to descend.

With a snap, Wu Ling, who was forced to have no way out, stepped on a dead branch with his foot, he had no way to retreat, what should he do, if he used it, it would leak out the martial arts of descending the dragon, and if he didn't use it, he would be injured.

"Damn!"

Wu Ling finally chose to give up using it, this big world of Jianghu Wu Ling itself has not yet understood, what kind of powerful strong people exist, in the absence of a strong guarantee, forbearance is the first choice.

Against the fist style of Xiliang Boxing, Wu Ling quickly swung out his double fists, opening the strength of the punch to ten percent, and the breath and blood luck were all poured into the two fists, flickering and flickering, flickering forward and backward, alternating back and forth, but even so, it was inevitable that the opponent's advance could not be stopped.

Seeing that the old man was getting closer and closer to him, the Xiliang fist wind had already whirled around him, and the pain had already covered his body, but Wu Ling knew that this was only a minor injury, and the key point was still to come, and the vigorous iron fist, as long as it fell on his body, it would be like being under the pressure of thousands of tons of seawater.

But what can be done about this, the way he chooses, with tears in his eyes, to hold him down.

"Drink!

Wu Ling roared, swinging more and more violently, his arms were also too strong, and blood had already oozed, and the last blow of the old man was already ready to go, and the right fist with the endless west wind coolness was firmly imprinted on Wu Ling's chest, and Wu Ling's fists also stopped because of this punch, and fell weakly on his waist, without any anger.

Lying down under the tree, Wu Ling constantly adjusted his breath, his internal organs seemed to be stirred by someone, constantly rolling, and his arms were temporarily lost due to excessive force, so he had to mobilize his breath, with the dantian as the center, constantly stabilizing the injury, a black blood spurted out, Wu Ling suddenly felt comfortable, and the disordered qi and blood slowly stabilized.

"I didn't expect that with the same martial arts exercises, different users would show such a big gap, it seems that Zhao Zuo can only be regarded as a beginner. Wu Ling thought to himself, shook his head, and laughed at himself.

That's right, if Wu Ling's piercing punch is set to the full level, then Xi Ling's piercing punch can only be regarded as a beginner, and naturally there will be a world of difference.

Therefore, in the same situation that the strength is comparable, the fight is the level of martial arts, Wu Ling has to agree, the strength of Xiliang boxing is indeed sharper than piercing boxing, so even if he loses, Wu Ling will not be negative, big husband, heroes and heroes always have to face failure, where they fall, they will get up from where, this is not in vain for heroes!

But this old man is not a good stubble, he is not competing with you for martial arts attainments, what he wants is to take Wu Ling's life.

The old man stared at the haggard Wu Ling and snorted secretly, "Not dead? ”

There was a bang, mixed with Wu Ling's dull snoring, and the old man's heavy punch was imprinted on Wu Ling's chest, which was already injured, and this time he received another blow, and Wu Ling's injury was even more serious.

Seeing that Wu Ling still had no breath, the old man changed his hand and punched again, Wu Ling was still alive, and it was another punch, and the fists and fists were deeply stamped in the same place as Wu Ling, and there was gas, and then waved, and the sound of bumping was endless, gradually filling the jungle, like a drummer in the morning and dusk, with the same force and the same sound of impact.

Wu Ling became more and more unable to hold on, his eyes were tired and wanted to close, but his will had been insisting on him, and he had been supporting this body that was about to collapse, but how could the road of the strong stop here, Wu Ling's eyes shot at the old man with a solid gaze, and asked slightly: "Are you coming alone?"

The old man paused for a while, his left fist stopped half an inch in front of Wu Ling's chest, and he responded with a cold snort, "The old man has always been a lone ranger, and the people who followed me have already been killed by me." ”

Wu Ling smiled, he waited for this moment for a long time, no one was around, wouldn't God help me, I have endured so many punches from you, and I will give you a blow to the dragon, take care of it!

The old man saw that Wu Ling was not angry and laughed, and a dangerous message hit the back of his head, but he was arrogant and still didn't believe that Wu Ling, who was dying in front of him, would cause him any damage, but in order to quickly digest the dangerous message in the back of his head, it was better to fight quickly, and a martial art with a ten-layer Taixing Yiquan gradually rippled on Lao Tzu's fist, and the gossip-shaped halo appeared again.

His fist scroll carried the gossip of Taixingyi, and quickly engraved it towards Wu Ling!

"Ten layers, Taixing Yiquan!"

However, Wu Ling waited for a long time at this moment, and the first style of the eighteen palms of the dragon - seeing the dragon in the field, turning to defend is the fastest punch in the palm of the dragon, counterattacking homeopathically, if the old man does not withdraw the move, he must hit!

The arrogant old man had already used his most powerful tenth-layer martial arts, and he thought that even if Wu Ling salted fish turned over, it would not be able to compete with half of his own existence, although he had seen the green dragon that had transformed into Wu Ling's palm, but there was still no tendency to withdraw from the martial arts.

"The first form of dragon descending - see the dragon in the field" Wu Ling's mouth was faint, and the palm light of the green dragon suddenly covered up the halo of gossip.

It was also the old man's excessive self-confidence that Wu Ling carried that vigorous and vigorous, domineering and sharp dragon descending palm, and it was just a palm, completely unloading his entire upper body, and the blood that spurted out shot straight into the sky, staining the night red, and falling to the ground together, there was also a young man, his name-

It's called Wu Ling!

......

At this moment, a giant dragon from the east was rising proudly, looking majestically at the entire Jianghu Martial Arts......

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