Although this voice is small, the benefits it can bring are extraordinary, the first person to change color is not the host Wu Ze, not Liang Hong whose eyes are light red and driven by blood-red bats, nor Qian Zong, the new city lord on the glorious aisle, but the young man on Wu Ling's side, his name is Buqu. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The hesitation and embarrassment on Buqu's face are more real and more realistic than ordinary people, he looks blank, he is very good, this person in front of him obviously has no trace of internal strength, but he dares to stand up and resist, even if he hits a stone with an egg, he has to dismiss the existence of a splash of egg fluid?

"It's so small, you can't find death. Wu Ze, who was the first to react, immediately responded, he felt that the voice made the atmosphere around him very dull, this was the momentum from the side of the new city lord Qian Zong, in order to save face, he had to show up and say something.

The rich children around the execution table didn't dare to change their demeanor more, but the arm that stretched out between their sleeves couldn't help but give a thumbs up, thinking, this person is really emotional, that is the commander of the Miyagi army, and the beast dares to say this.

"A beast is a beast, and it can't listen to people. Wu Ling, who was wearing a mask, spoke again, and he raised a pitch, slightly raising a small part of the almost imperceptible internal force, so that the people on the entire execution table could hear it clearly.

After Wu Ling finished speaking, he was in shape, he was wearing a mask, and his position was getting closer and closer, and few people could clearly distinguish who this voice came from. But it doesn't mean that others can't, Liang Hong, the commander of the Miyagi Army, beckoned a huge mountain-like blood-colored bat to crawl down, and the long and piercing blood-type long whip stabbed straight at Wu Ling.

Whistling wings flapped in the air, whirring, and many people began to feel sad for the masked young man, sad that he was about to die here before he could really challenge the rules of the city. Some girls who couldn't see blood covered their faces with their hands from time to time, not daring to look at this side.

Wu Ze, as the host, should have avoided this kind of thing, because the city rules stipulate that the challenger has the supreme right to be protected before challenging the city rules, which is the best protection for the challenger, but he is on the same front as Liang Hong, he will not say more for such a person who is looking for death, his face is full of joy, in his eyes, the blood-type bat is a desolate alien species that he can crush, and the young man is sure to die.

But everything is not happening in the direction they imagined, Wu Ling snorted coldly, part of it is for those who dare not resist the strong, and part of it is for this blood-type bat beast, the big world of Jianghu martial arts, you are not worthy of existence.

The long whip that was as flexible as a long snake, carrying this foul-smelling bloody breath straight at Wu Ling, the barbed spikes aimed at Wu Ling, like something in a bag, swept over, and wanted to cut off the mask Wu Ling.

Wu Ling raised his hand lightly, as if the breeze was supporting the willows, gently attached to the long whip, the cold feeling of the blood-type bat long whip had not yet reached Wu Ling's touch, showing the speed of twenty-four broken hands, and the speed of the long whip of the blood-colored bat was not a grade, only to see Wu Ling's backhand folded lightly, just like breaking an old stamen under the spring sun, as natural, with a squeak, accompanied by the stinging howl of the blood-colored bat, listening to some people's ears, very shocking.

Bu Qu, who was closest to him, paid more and more attention to Wu Ling, he began to feel the difference, he felt that this masked young man lived really chic, lived really free, unlike himself, the blood-colored bat was his own template, as a man of the main god, but he could only live under the main god, he was shocked by Wu Ling's actions, he stood up and shouted, "Kill him!"

Wu Ling broke the long whip of the blood-colored bat, and was preparing for the next move, when there was a sound of cloth and bending for no reason, Wu Ling's figure was stunned, and he stopped the movements in his hand slightly, but he didn't expect the blood-colored bat to become more and more violent, he didn't think that the ant in front of him could hurt his toughest long whip, it turned its hand and pounced, and the whirring wings sounded, and the long whip wanted to go up again.

Wu Ling just felt strange, there was a cry of hope in the voice from Bu Qu, and there was a rebellion against fear, but this had nothing to do with himself, Wu Ling listened to the words of the little platinum dragon very much, and never approached the five of them.

Seeing three or four bats the size of giant tripods blowing their beards to the sky above his head, Wu Ling was furious, originally he just wanted to break your long whip and teach you a lesson, but now he can't complain about me.

Wu Ling changed the attached hand to a hand shape that he held quietly, and with a slight press, the rising figure of the blood-colored bat suddenly stopped in surprise, and Liang Hong, who had been entrenched on it, suddenly opened his eyes, and he suddenly got up, and his body called Wu Ze, the host of the execution platform, and kept grinding the big Buddha Jingzhu on his neck with one hand, with an extremely hateful and incomprehensible look.

Holding a blood-colored bat, naturally it will not let it break free, even if the bat feels a dangerous breath coming, but there is no chance to escape, because the god of death has already given you a chance, but you are not sure.

"You dare!" Liang Hong, the little talker, raised his voice and shouted straight to Wu Ling, the golden bead of the big Buddha in his hand flashed with golden light, at this moment his murderous aura had already risen, as long as Wu Ling dared to move his body for half a minute, he would immediately swing out a killing move.

Wu Ling will not let go of this beast because of your words, he held a long whip in one hand, from top to bottom, and smashed it heavily on the execution table, the loud roar spread harshly, the platform was cracked with fine marks, and one end was sunk into a deep cave, purple and black blood spread all over the ground, and the fishy breath hit everyone, just like someone playing with a stinky salted fish.

The silent scream, the bat's life gradually died, Wu Ling naturally knew that this was the little platinum dragon in his body absorbing its life qi, otherwise the blood-colored bat would not be killed with one blow, after all, Wu Ling had not used all his strength.

Liang Hong on the stage was furious, his mount was killed, how could he not be angry, he wanted to take off the big Buddha Jingzhu around his neck, only to hear an old man's voice from behind, and listen carefully to the message sent by the old city lord Tian Chong.

"He is a challenger and has the highest right of protection, are you going to disobey the rules set by the ancestors?"

Liang Hong didn't listen to the old city lord's words, he just wanted to step forward and kill Wu Ling, his eyes exposed the color of beast blood.

As the host, the black-robed man Wu knew that the old city lord had discovered his favoritism, and immediately stretched out his hand to stop Liang Hong's violent figure, and he whispered in Liang Hong's ear, "Don't be impatient, and when you are challenged, it's not too late to kill him." ”

Wu Ze and Liang Hong originally belonged to the disciples of Qian Zong, the lord of the new city, and they didn't give Yu Tianzong any face when they spoke, and directly treated him as air.

Qian Zong's face was silent and tepid, although he signaled Wu Ze to stop Liang Hong's impulse, but the protruding green tendons in his hands had already exposed everything.

Wu Ling looked at everything around him through the mask, he naturally knew that the challenger had the highest right to protect, he swept away the smell of blood on his hand slightly, and dropped the dried bat that was sucked dry by the little platinum dragon, and sarcastically in his heart: "What a brute who hides a knife in his smile." ”