Chapter Ninety-Six: Destroying the Withered and Decaying

When Ling Tianzhi saw Leng Bingbing joining the ranks besieging him, he suddenly had a plan, and he laughed proudly, temporarily dispelling the idea of leaving. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Conquer him, subdue him!"

The roar of His Excellency continued to come out from the dantian ghost fetus Dao seed, and it was transmitted from the spine to the head, roaring in his ears, making his heart shake. He may be afraid of death, but he doesn't dare to disobey the order of the Venerable, not to mention that if he disobeys, he will not be able to get the follow-up ghost fetus Dafa, then the Venerable is afraid that with a move of his mind, the ghost fetus Dao seed can be detonated, and it is completely easy to kill him.

Ever since Ling Tianzhi decided to cultivate the Ghost Fetus Dafa, he had this kind of awareness, and at this time, he even felt what it meant to be controlled by others, to survive and not to die!

Ling Tianzhi didn't dare to disobey His Excellency's orders in the slightest, but he vented the tyranny in his heart on the few people who besieged him.

A gloomy and cold aura rose from his body, and the ghost fetus Dafa was triggered, and a green fluorescence in the dantian position suddenly swelled up, and the light became more and more intense, even penetrating the clothes he was wearing, reflecting his black clothes in a clear color.

And his momentum is also rising, it seems that his body has also become taller in the eyes of Leng Bingbing and others, and the invisible yin wind gusts, and the cold aura seems to be able to freeze people's bodies and souls.

"Don't give him any more time to gather momentum!"

Leng Bingbing's expression was extremely solemn, but it was surprisingly not as silent and negative as he had always been, but he let out a loud shout, flew up first, pounced on it with his body, and attacked Ling Tian with his sword.

This sword was piercing and cold, and the momentum of indomitable progress, although its momentum was as straight as the difference between the light of fireflies and the bright moon compared to Ling Tianzhi, but this momentum made Ling Tianzhi a little moved.

Lin Ping's palms flickered, and when he landed, the two palms turned into four palms, and the four palms turned into eight palms, and he walked with his palms and attacked Ling Tianzhi. His nine-fold cultivation of quenching his body is thick and pure, and he is still above the cold, and this low-grade martial arts biochemical palm has also been cultivated to the point of close to Dacheng.

Ling Xian'er raised the long whip and rolled it over, the white long whip was extremely fast, but it was silent, and the moves were unusual.

Luo Ning walked with a mysterious footwork under his feet, his figure was erratic, and he held the Jiaowei Qin, making a ding-dong sound, making the air around Ling Tianzhi seem to be distorted.

Her graceful body and sonic attack are even more subtle, and this kind of coordination can obviously give better play to her strength, and she has never seen her do this in previous battles.

WhewW......

What made a few people chill was that after a few sounds, after a few sounds, the green fluorescence in Ling Tian's dantian area overflowed one by one, and then it grew into the wind, turning into a green fluorescent human shape, about four, two by two, divided into two ways, as a long-range attack, flying towards Ling Xian'er and Luo Ning in the distance.

There was a sneering sound on Ling Tianzhi's body, the black cloth exploded, and the fragments flew away like bullets, his originally wide clothes were tight, his muscles were knotted, like a giant, his green hair and blue eyes were terrifying.

This kind of appearance is too impressive, and it is really not suitable for walking outside, and it is no wonder that he has been completely covering himself with a black cloth before.

A sour sound sounded, and the green fluorescence of the dantian flowed through the arm, and the arm swelled in a circle, and the sleeves jumped, revealing a huge arm with blood vessels like a small snake, and the back and front of the bodice were torn into strips and hung on the body.

He is good at both long-range and close combat, he is weird and tough, and he can meet the enemy at the same time.

Leng Bingbing looked at Ling Tian's posture, he was horrified in his heart, the former reacted quickly, and his moves were also fast, his wrist shook in mid-air, and there was a little change on the long sword, from the previous indomitable masculinity, to rigid and soft, and the moves were also erratic.

He originally thought that Ling Tianzhi should be strong, but the speed was not necessarily that fast, but unexpectedly, Ling Tianzhi raised his arm, ignoring any changes in his sword moves, and with a bang, impartially, it smashed on the sword body of the long sword that was coldly attacked, although the strength was extremely powerful, and the speed was not slow at all.

Leng Bingbing was hit by this blow, his body shook violently, and the long sword almost flew out of his hand, if so, it was also a crack in the tiger's mouth, blood flowed for a long time, and his body was like a cannonball, shooting back to the original way at a faster speed, blood spurted wildly in his mouth in mid-air, and his expression was immediately committed, and after landing, he retreated a few feet backwards before standing still.

Leng Bingbing's original cultivation of quenching the eightfold body is very pure, and he has even touched the threshold of the ninefold quenching body in the recent wars, and his strength is strong, and he has been bullied since he was a child, and his ability to resist blows both physically and mentally is very good, so he can resist such a blow.

At the same time, Ling Tian also had reservations about this move, he just wanted to hurt it and lose the strength to resist, he could neither be killed at once, nor seriously injured at once. Because he broke the coldness, and even ruined the things of the honorable, it was he who suffered.

It's just that although he is a powerful True Qi Martial Artist, this degree is still difficult to grasp. The blow was obviously too light.

Leng Bingbing's skill was running to the extreme at this time, and every time he took a step back, he stepped on a deep footprint on the ground, and the edge of the footprint was frosty, and the nearby grass and trees were immediately frozen.

Leng Bingbing's body was very cold, and his face was also very cold, but his eyes were shining with hatred, it seemed that everything was out of his mind, after standing still, he took out an unknown pill, without looking at it, he swallowed it directly in his stomach, and then raised his sword and attacked Ling Tianzhi again.

Ling Tianzhi sneered repeatedly, some stiff muscles on his face made his face look very cruel, and with a flicker of his body, he came to Lin Ping's side.

In this way, a cold move directly flew into the air, and as soon as Lin Ping's eyes flickered, he saw Ling Tian's huge figure coming to him.

Lin Ping saw the situation before Leng Bingbing, and knew that the gap between him and Ling Tianzhi was too far, he couldn't help but be taken aback, and jumped backwards, his palms even transformed into more palm shadows, and the palm power changed from rigid to soft, soft and soft, only seeking self-protection, not hurting the enemy.

He retreated fast, Ling Tian advanced faster, he flew long, and as soon as his feet hit the ground, Ling Tian smashed it with a punch.

This punch is not only powerful, the wind is urgent, but also has a general trend.

In Lin Ping's eyes, it seemed that there was only this punch left in front of him, which was constantly amplifying, and it was impossible to avoid it, so he had to use his palm power to meet the attack, with a bang, his fists and palms intersected, and Lin Ping also spurted blood from his mouth and flew backwards.

The difference in skill is too great, and it is not useful to soften the rigidity.

Ling Tianzhi didn't have any worries about Lin Ping, the power of this punch was far above the punch that Leng Bingbing had just taken before, Lin Ping's strength was originally stronger than Leng Bingbing, but he flew farther and was more seriously injured.

However, his softening of rigidity still played a big role, and if he hit it hard, he might have become a ghost under the fist.

If Ling Tian took it up and made up for it, he would definitely die.

At this time, Leng Bingbing attacked Ling Tianzhi again. The latter's figure flickered, and his body was like a ghost, and he flashed in front of Leng Bing's body.

Leng Bingbing stabbed sharply, the swordsmanship was exquisite, the long sword slashed through the space, and the internal strength of the ice system on the sword left a white gas in the air, condensing but not dissipating.

Unexpectedly, Ling Tian swung his body and dodged it sideways, and with a flick of his fingers, he knocked the cold long sword away.

The long sword was taken out of his hand, and it was cold like a beast without claws, and there was almost no threat, so he had to retreat.

Ling Tian followed him like a shadow, as soon as his left palm came out, his originally extremely long arm swelled by two feet, his wrist sank slightly, and his fingers were already pressed on Leng Bingbing's shoulder.

Leng Bing was restrained and couldn't move.

Ling Tianzhi smiled strangely in his mouth, and said angrily: "Hehe, it didn't take much effort to get it, and I will subdue you for Zun Shang this time!"

With a click, his nails skyrocketed an inch, sinking deep into the cold shoulder, and if he pressed it again, he would be able to get the cold bones.

Ling Tian's fingers stopped at this moment, and the green fluorescence flowed towards the cold ice.

A green line was visible to the naked eye, entering from the cold shoulder, flowing backwards, spreading across the neck, and swimming towards the top of the head.

"Don't think!"

Leng Bingbing's face was cold, and his shoulders were pierced by sharp nails, but he didn't even frown, he bit the tip of his tongue tightly, and used all his strength and energy to resist, not letting this power flow to his head.