The collision of the internal forces that rose into the sky was obviously relatively beneficial to the Dongmen priests on the ground. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The hard floor gave him a lot of resistance from the power of dragon descending, and Wu Ling, who was in mid-air, was relatively weak.

But is that really the case?

Boom!

Xue Erding had a left hook in his left hand, which hit directly on the chest of one of the martial artists, solid and powerful, and dull voices came out one after another.

The man took a few steps back, and Xue Erding felt that he was not his opponent, and he became worried about Wu Ling.

Aunt Liu swept over with a slap, and she also made a snap.

"What do you think, the battle over there, we may not be able to participate in a few years. ”

Xue Erding did not resist, but was full of interest, stood up with one foot, stepped on the ground with one foot, and flipped one hundred and eighty degrees, kicking the opponent's chest steadily and heavily.

The camera pulls from Xue Erding's side to Huang Feihong, when he was young, he was a world-renowned lion dance master, whether it was all kinds of lion dance boxing or knives, guns and sticks, he played well, and now with internal force as a steady stream of strength and action support, every time he attacks, it seems that he can recall the blood of his youth.

Those hot-blooded youths, when he was seventy or eighty, when he met Wu Ling, reached the indoctrination of new forces, and the outbreak at this time was never too late.

Huang Feihong sincerely thanked Wu Ling for his help, not only him, but Ma Yuntian, who was not good at words, was even more grateful, he didn't say anything in his heart, all of them turned into fists, all of them turned into fiery chicken blood, and all the human nature that was copied out Huang Feihong couldn't afford it, and some of them had completely turned into straws and disappeared without a trace.

......

"Your resistance is useless. ”

Dongmenshi's voice slipped past Wu Ling's ears, Wu Ling's ice teeth fell from his straw staring, the two of them brushed each other, their left shoulders resting on their right hands, this time they collided, and they actually opened five or five.

Wu Ling was very surprised, among the opponents he encountered, you were the only one who could open up with his Dragon Descending Palm.

Although this dragon descending palm was borrowed from the ice fangs, if it burst out directly from the Taiyuan acupoint, it was estimated that it could only win by one point, and it would not be able to crush it.

"Then turn you into a stepping stone!"

Wu Ling gritted his teeth, he couldn't see the color of his blood in a state of madness, the hot liquid flowed obliquely from the corners of his mouth, the surroundings were black and white, and the world was black and white.

Not all battles can be completely won, Wu Ling has come into contact with too many weak enemies, and the reason for this is that the task issued by the Lord God Old Man is too easy.

But the easy task is not without the need to continue, Wu Ling needs to be confident, he needs to grow, he must realize that in this big world, there are peak powerhouses who crush the enemy like ants, and there are also some unpopular and jumping clowns ruling and oppressing a large area.

The first half step of these tasks of the main god elder is to allow Wu Ling to increase his own strength, the expansion of the territory of the section is hard power, the gathering and convergence of people in the same path is soft power, and the soft and hard power increase together, so that he can be invincible in the future god war.

When Wu Ling has these capitals, he has the qualifications to step into the journey of the Divine War, at that time, all the battles are not a matter of one person, he must need a partner to help him, one person picks this world, the whole world, even the creation god can't do it.

Because even if he is the creator god, he needs countless main gods to help him manage and coordinate together.

The things that are perceived are like meteors, which can bring out a beautiful trajectory when they pass by, and when they disappear, they can bring beautiful hope to the people on the ground.

That's the power of perception.

Wu Ling has no shortage of comprehension power, and the dragon descending bullet came from his comprehension of the eighteen palms of dragon descending.

But the current battle situation is extremely anxious, the frenzied state of the ice fang has always wanted to break through, Wu Ling has always suppressed it, but Dongmen Shi can know, knowing that Wu Ling's true strength has been suppressed, he can also feel that if Wu Ling bursts out of the hidden power, he will definitely suffer a very serious backlash, if it is at that time, he will definitely be able to kill Wu Ling directly.

Therefore, he resisted Wu Ling's attack on the one hand, and on the other hand, he was constantly wearing down Wu Ling's heart, saying some words that were unacceptable to men, that is, the so-called radical method, and Dongmen Shi used it to the fullest.

"It's not a good choice to suppress yourself. ”

Dongmen shot out a new straw and bent it into another layer, and he muttered in a low voice, "I remember, my leader, the one who looks like you, will not suppress himself, but release his strength...... Boom. ”

Maybe Dongmen Shi's idea was very good, he thought that he could control the outbreak of Wu Ling, and his self-confidence made him never think about whether he would be able to be killed directly in seconds, of course he couldn't think about it in this way.

Wu Ling only revealed a trace of strength, and in the eyes of Dongmen Shi, he who looked like a frog at the bottom of the well mistakenly thought that this was all Wu Ling's strength.

Therefore, Dongmen Shi's words contained a very powerful and irresistible push in Wu Ling's ears.

Because even if Wu Ling doesn't want to be released, he can't control it anymore, as a man, there will be no willingness to be looked down upon in his heart, and as the owner of Bingya, he doesn't allow himself to be looked down upon.

Even if he knew it was the other party's plan, so what!

The black and white world was flooded with scarlet blood, and Wu Ling actually saw the third color besides black and white in the state of madness, which was red!

But Wu Ling no longer had the mind to experience the illusions that appeared in the third color, and the ice teeth became infinitely heavy, holding it in Wu Ling's hands, as if he was carrying a huge mountain.

Wu Ling inserted the ice teeth into the ground, and a huge hole was burst out of the ground, the corners of Dongmenshi's mouth bent, and the sharp straw that quietly condensed behind Wu Ling directly pierced Wu Ling's body.

The Dongmen priest laughed wryly, and his voice was as empty as a wilderness.

Xue Erding glanced at it, his shock was beyond words, he wanted to rush forward and tear apart the straws behind Wu Ling, but before he could move, his body was dragged by Aunt Liu.

"In the past, it was to send to death, we believe that Wu Ling will not fail so easily, you know, he is the only person who can't be measured by common sense. ”

Aunt Liu's strong tone awakened Xue Erding's recklessness, and when he looked at Wu Ling again, he lowered his head and raised it.

Dongmen Shi was frightened, he was inexplicably empty for the first time, his chest was pierced, did he still have the strength to live?

"It can't be!"

Dongmen Shi yelled, he re-gave birth to new straw, and passed through Wu Ling's back again, this time, Wu Ling didn't even change the breath he exhaled, he turned the ice tooth in his hand upside down behind him, and directly cut off all the straw, just like cutting vegetables with a sickle in the real world, it was very simple, like entering a no-man's land.

The sound of squeaking kept coming out, and the Dongmen priest opened his big mouth, his eyes looking directly at Wu Ling and reaching out to pull out the straw on his chest.

The sound of tearing and pulling, each one is very harsh, and each one touches people's hearts.

Dongmen Shi, who has killed countless people, has never seen such a situation, and the scene is shocking.

Dongmen Shi is not a woman or a child, he quickly regained his inner peace, and gave birth to a new straw, which hovered around Wu Ling.

What everyone saw from Wu Ling's eyes was blood-red pupils, blood-red whites of his eyes, he had blood all over his body, like a bloody person, ticking blood dripping, he walked very slowly with every step, but his destination was very clear, that was where Dongmen Shi was.

Dongmen Shi did not retreat, and the new straw was like a waterfall, bursting with a perfect explosion sound.

The straw rushed towards Wu Ling, Wu Ling was as if he didn't hear it, no one saw the speed of his swinging knife, and he saw the straw fall to the ground one after another.

"It's crazy!"

Dongmen Shi laughed, he thought that Wu Ling was crazy, he was completely crazy, and he would only fight back against the people or things that attacked him, he withdrew all the straw, and eight black things as hard as steel bars emerged from his back.

This is the mastery of Dongmen Shi, who compresses and condenses tens of thousands of straws infinitely, and finally forms such a dark appearance.

The pointed tip is sharp, and the thickness is perfect and thick, which is the proud capital of Dongmenshi.

"Let you see the true power of the Great World, and at the same time let you understand that you don't even have the qualifications to compete for the Lord Godman, let alone the advanced level of God War, because that belongs to us. ”

"You can't get a damn of what belongs to us. ”

Maybe Dongmen Shi is a madman, the moment he raised his head and laughed, Wu Ling's posture and his two scarlet eyes were projected directly in front of him, even if it was him, the back bones were full of thorns.

He forgot to attack, his steps were backwards, and suddenly he felt a cold blade slip through his chest, and he thought that he had no hope of living, he was simply careless!

Squeak!

He froze, the pain was undetected.

He looked down and saw that the ice fangs hadn't passed through his body, but had cut off a compressed straw behind him.

Dongmen Shi was shocked and retreated.

At the same time, his laughter was even more hearty, the thrill of being out of the abyss of death.

"I'm underestimating you!"

Wu Ling's almost ignorant and senseless appearance, his bowed head was like a walking corpse, and his every step he lifted and fell, like a back that didn't know where to go.

But who cares, Wu Ling doesn't know which state he has entered, the black and white around him gradually turned blood red, and the scene of the blood curtain posture fell from the sky, slowly extending his life, Wu Ling's consciousness has been fading, and he can't resist the domineering momentum that emanates from the world of ice tooth blades.

He could only look at the Dongmen priest in front of him, and only one sentence came to his mind, and that was to kill him.

The blood on his chest slowly formed a blood scab, and Wu Ling's blocking action disappeared completely.

The momentum around Wu Ling's body solidified into a series of hard stickers, no extension, no diffusion, Dongmen Shi could only bear it alone, this kind of fear even he had never experienced in the infinite horror plot mission.

"This ......"

Dongmen Shi was dumbfounded, and he suddenly felt that the seven compressed straws on his back were for decoration, and the heavy straw pressed his body, making him unable to move.

The compressed straw that made him proud turned out to be a weapon that made him feel inferior at the end of his first meeting with Wu Ling.

"Impossible!"

Wu Ling's silent momentum, staying there, didn't say anything, didn't do anything, but he gave people the feeling that it was a kind of depression, and the feeling he gave to Dongmen Shi was like death holding a sickle on his neck.

It will always make him can't help but think crankily, and the result of cranky thinking is inferiority, even if he is degenerate, he thinks that his skills are inferior to others, even if he has never fought again, he will have such and such thoughts.

I want to be a dignified Dongmen priest who claims to be strong in ravaging the enemy's hand, but he was actually "treated by Wu Ling in the way of others".

Of course, these are not a coincidence, because, Wu Ling spoke at this time.

"When the blood red is all over the world, only I am qualified to stand. ”

Wu Ling opened his mouth inexplicably, the hoarse voice was not his, Xue Erding heard it, and Aunt Liu also heard it, the Wu Ling in front of him was not Wu Ling, he was killed and occupied.

But who can stop it now?

"When the blood red is all over the world, only I am qualified to stand. ”

Wu Ling repeated these words twice, Dongmen Shi was forced into a corner, he jumped off the wall in a hurry, death was nothing to him, but the palpitations in his heart were a kind of torture to him.

As long as people survive the horror plot, they have a common problem, that is, they are not afraid of death, but they are frightened by strange things, death is not terrible, and when they close their eyes, they fall to the ground.

But the inner palpitation is different, it will torment from the beginning to the end, and the panic will not end until the person is unable to think.

Wu Ling took a Dongmen soldier to the so-called palpitation.

Dongmen Shi knew that today was inseparable, and the strength of Wu Ling's induced force had greatly exceeded his expectations, and Wu Ling in this state of strength was estimated to be able to win only by the powerhouses of the internal qi realm.

The seven compressed straws on the back of the Dongmen priest began to wriggle.

"You may be at that level, after killing me, the world will be destroyed by you. ”

Dongmen Shi knew very well that Wu Ling had completely lost consciousness, and he was the one who posed the greatest threat to Wu Ling in the field, so Wu Ling approached Dongmen Shi not because Wu Ling knew that he had hurt him.

It's Wu Ling, who lost consciousness, the first to find the strong, like the beasts of human nature, their appearance, the first opponent to find and kill, are the strongest at the moment.

Dongmen Shi poured out the seven compressed straws, poured out the tips, and walked sideways towards Wu Ling, which was his last lore.

However......

Squeak!

Crackling!

Seven dull sounds poured out, and at the last moment of whiteness, the head of the Dongmen priest flew into the sky until the moment it hit the ground.

The blood-red world has completely encroached on Wu Ling's posture. (To be continued.) )