In the face of Xi Ling's impassioned words, Wu Ling shook his head, and slowly paced out from the hidden corner, with joy in front of him, step by step, elegant like a gentleman, everyone only noticed Wu Ling's existence when he spoke, only to hear his warm voice faintly echo in the entire gentleman's Yanmen. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Rong Ma has been going to the soup all his life, and he said it well, but I'm afraid that your decadent appearance will drag me back. ”

As soon as Lang Song saw Wu Ling appear, he immediately blocked his body in front of Xi Ling, first looked back at him, and after focusing his eyes on Wu Ling, he felt that Wu Ling was a dangerous existence!

"Who is Your Excellency, don't pick the beam, if you provoke our gentleman's door, hehe......" Lang Song smiled wickedly at the end, as if to remind Wu Ling to weigh his weight before doing things, don't pick Liang Zi and flash his waist.

Wu Ling naturally ignored Lang Song, he was not a miscellaneous existence at best, that young master was what Wu Ling cared about at the moment, that strong murderous aura, Wu Ling wanted to meet with him for a while, to see how many catties and taels the strength of a young master of a sect was worth in the big world of Jianghu martial arts.

"Young master, you? No, the title of a girl is very worthy of you. Wu Ling didn't play sloppy with him, he went straight into the opponent's psychological defense line with a single knife.

As soon as the young master heard the word girl, his domineering attitude was exposed, and his eyes shot out a few golden rays, and he shot at Wu Ling fiercely, only to see that he stabilized his breath and said with a smile, "Lang Song, I want this person to die, can I do it?"

When Lang Song heard this, he broke out in a cold sweat, the young master's order could not be disobeyed, but he understood very well, if he couldn't solve Wu Ling by himself, even if Wu Ling couldn't bear to spare his life, the young master would not let me go. Then he was in a dilemma, he looked at Wu Ling alone, and looked at the dozens of people behind him, and secretly decided, if you can't fight alone, then beat you in a group!

All the disciples obeyed the order, and went up together, took his head, and cut him off, so that he could taste the power of the gentleman's sect. ”

All the disciples listened to the order, shouted, and took out the three-foot-seven-inch scimitars on their waists, lined them up horizontally, and walked quickly, slowly surrounding Wu Ling in the center, and the scimitars were aimed at him one by one, gradually pressing in. Wu Ling lived in the encirclement, without any fear, as if he was standing under the bright moon, and dealt with it indifferently.

Seeing that Lang Song not only did not panic, but also stared at the young master like no one else, he didn't take us and others to heart at all, and suddenly felt hot, I am also licking blood under the blade to live, how can I be discriminated against like you like this, I am really angry!

"Meishan Fist!"

The housekeeper couldn't bear this breath, rushed forward, and smashed it fiercely at Wu Ling's façade.

Bang exploded, everyone didn't notice what was happening, they all looked at Wu Ling, only to see Wu Ling's left foot stepped out, his right fist disappeared into Lang Song's chest, and the blood ticked on the ground, making a crisp sound, listening to the ears of the gentleman, as if it was the alarm bell of death beating on the Grim Reaper, and the horror immediately covered their backs, and they were extremely cold.

Xi Ling saw everything very clearly about this suddenness, although Wu Ling's attack was extremely fast, but only Xi Ling, who knew the reason, knew that Wu Ling had just used his own set of martial arts techniques, piercing fists!

And the piercing punch that was struck by Wu Ling was almost ten times the strength of Xi Ling, this is not counting the hidden strength of Wu Ling's outburst, you know, this is Wu Ling's three-layer strength, if it is ten layers of piercing punches, let alone one Lang Song, even if there are twenty of him, it is not enough to carry it.

The disciples of the Gentlemen's Sect saw that Lang Song had died under Wu Ling's fist, and they didn't know what to do for a while, you looked at me, I looked at him, all staring dryly, and finally had no choice, seeing one of them bold, he gasped and exhaled: "Brothers, if you don't go up, just wait to bear the anger of the young master, if you go up, maybe you can win by numbers, the disciples of the herringbone gate are responsible for disturbing his sight, and the Dizimen is looking for an opportunity from it, as long as he goes all the way, kill him immediately!"

It turned out that the disciples of the Junzi Sect also had three equal points, namely the Tianzi Gate, the Dizi Gate and the Herringbone Gate, and Lang Song, who died under Wu Ling, was the person of the Dizi Gate.

Wu Ling raised his other hand and pressed Lang Song's shoulder, his right hand was slowly withdrawn from his chest, and the gurgling sound creaked, and the people of Junzimen saw that this time was good, and it was the moment when Wu Ling showed his weakness, so seven or eight disciples of the Zizi Gate rushed forward with knives, and were about to slash Wu Ling to death.

A gust of wind hovered around Wu Ling, circling up with a cyclone rotating counterclockwise, blocking their advance, only to see Wu Ling waving his fists quickly, the two fists almost became a gray shadow, and the shadow and the shadow changed rapidly, "Xi Ling, look at it, the real punch should be like this." ”

After Wu Ling finished speaking, his legs jumped up, and he swept towards the people of the Junzi Sect, of course, with Wu Ling's character, it was impossible to use this kind of martial arts against some little minions, his target was actually the young master who was hiding behind the disciples, the one who had been hiding his strength until now!

Wu Ling's legs alternated back and forth, and his body gradually forced into the Junzi Sect everyone, everyone was difficult to move because of the sharpness of the gang, and it was very inconvenient to move, in the face of the gradually approaching killing god, the Junzi Sect disciples began to mess with themselves, and there was no routine at all to protect them, of course, even if they were very prepared, for Wu Ling, it was the same as not being prepared.

I saw that the people of the Junzi Sect began to retreat, they knew that as long as they got close to Wu Ling, they would definitely be hit by his fists, and danger was imminent, even if there was an equally terrible young master behind him, but it was not as intuitively terrible as Wu Ling!

As they retreated, Wu Ling noticed that the young master's complexion finally changed, not that Wu Ling's martial arts scared him, but that he felt that the people and horses he was bringing were trampling on Tena's arrogant self-esteem, which he couldn't bear, he slowly drew his knife, bent his knees on the ground, his eyes were sharp, and he shot straight at the crowd dangling in front of him, and jumped into the air with a bang, slashing straight at the five people in front of him.

The disciples of the gentleman's sect were surprised, but the young master didn't seem to have stopped moving, and came straight to them, and now they suddenly felt that the saddest thing in the world was more than this, that is, it doesn't matter how strong the enemy you will meet, but whether you meet two enemies at the same time, or the two who will suffer the enemy on your back, where do we want to hide!

Suddenly, the entire lobby of the gentleman's Yanmen gathered a group of people crying sadly, they had nowhere to escape, if they retreated, they would suffer from the young master's knife scraping, if they went forward, they would have to bear Wu Ling's heavy blows, looking left and right for a while, I don't know what to do, but in the end, the death of fate will still come, and they can't help but choose.

A burst of blade murderous and fist fighting for their own territory, but it was those disciples who suffered, only to see that there were a few people who were a little less master, and they were already torn, and the corpses were scattered all over the place, and most of the remaining disciples, like ants, fell in turn in a pool of blood created by Wu Ling, the scene was extremely bloody, and the people who watched it were sick to their stomachs, but if you think about it carefully, this kind of self-inflicted scum is really innocent.

Whether it is the young master's murderous and domineering blade, or Wu Ling's fist style is superior, Xi Ling and they are eagerly waiting for the result, although they have a lot of confidence in Wu Ling, but the opponent is still the young master of the Junzi Sect after all, and the martial arts talent is naturally more than that, if he hides something, can Wu Ling parry it?

At present, the young master and Wu Ling are each other after all, almost half a point, Wu Ling's fist style is about to get close to the young master's blade, who will be the winner of the collision, everyone has already put their hearts in their throats, for fear that Wu Ling will fall into a situation of defeat You, if it really comes to that time, I am afraid that this entire gentleman Yanmen must be a river of blood.

Boom!

The breath of the young master and Wu Ling finally collided together, and the cyclone that collided with them as the center quickly blew the air around them, the table, the bench, and the wine jar were shattered to the ground, the cups and plates were in disarray, and in the center, the two majestic and slender figures stood proudly, although there were no traces of damage, but the clothes of the two were all depressed, and the rags were all on the ground, which was estimated to be caused by the blade mixed with the wind.

"I didn't expect this little gentleman to appear in Yanmen with a character like you, just with an uninspiring punch, you can exert such strength, when I was fighting, I vaguely felt the shadow of the martial arts of the twenty-four broken hands, it seems that this Xi Ling really brought the twenty-four broken hands out of the sect, unforgivable!"

After the young master finished speaking, he withdrew from Wu Ling's attack range and pressed straight towards Xi Ling, at this time, Xi Ling had already been helped aside by Shan Zhuang and others to rest, and was surrounded by the guys in the store.

But the human body, how can it resist the sharp blade of the young master, Wu Ling saw that the staff in the store were working together so together, and said secretly, it is really a group of incapable people who do some chivalrous things, alas, isn't it good to keep their lives.

But Wu Ling is different, Wu Ling will not let the young master kill his own people in front of him, if he really makes the young master succeed, where can Wu Ling's face go?

When the young master broke away from Wu Ling and approached Xi Ling, Wu Ling opened another fist wind, and changed the trajectory of the young master's actions with a snort, and he had to change the path because of his unstable center of gravity, and the soles of his feet quickly stepped on the ground with a few marks, and landed steadily not far from Wu Ling.

Where did the young master suffer this kind of qi, not only did he not cause harm to the little-known Wu Ling, but he also fell into a disadvantage, which is hateful!

"Boy, the black tiger knife that angered me, today, we will not die!"

The young master's green muscles burst out, and his original cold and calm appearance had long since passed, replaced by anger, the excitement of wanting to kill and then hurrying, but Wu Ling was more excited than him, more fanatical than him, this kind of fierce battle in the rivers and lakes martial arts, Wu Ling was more enthusiastic than anyone else.

In the game world, fighting with Wu Ling is simply looking for death!

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