Dragon Emperor, Martial God

As soon as Ling Yun discovered that he had been tracked by Land 8, he instantly judged the strength of the enemy over him. He immediately decided to set the battlefield at the grass of Seven Weeks.

Then, on his way to the creek, he neither deliberately depressed his boundaries nor deliberately demonstrated his strength, but rather quickly, slowly, pretended not to have been traced at all, easily deceived the ground eight.

After the appearance of Land 8, Ling Yun showed weakness to the enemy, his bare hands had been hiding from the land 8, both to consume the strength of Land 8 and to investigate the enemy's falsehood.

It wasn't until Lingyun really had the certainty of winning that he changed to attack and took out his first weapon, the magic brush!

Lingyun's powerful Eagle Claw Kung with Heavenly Volkswagen Fist is designed to maximize the energy and inner strength of the Earth 8, making him as bad as he was at the beginning, whether he was at the speed of his hand or his stature; then he cut off the eight long snake whip with a magic brush three times, making him useless besides his pistol!

Until now, Lingyun unfolded his full rebellion, holding the magic brush, walking the Phantom Fish Dragon, and throwing a large number of flying needles towards the already inconvenient ground without money!

That's the real pain in the ass! It's not necessarily killing. What is it?

Eight thousand shouldn't, never should, really shouldn't let Ling Yun fight him next to the Seventh Sunday grass, as long as he can't kill Ling Yung-ge in a short time, then there is no doubt that he is the one who died!

Poor thing, Di Ba doesn't even know where he lost. Now he can only keep flashing and moving, panting and avoiding the big needle that Ling Yun kept throwing out, tired to cope, wolf.

Lingyun's cowhide needle pocket, but with hundreds of large needles in it, at the end of the day, he even put away the magic brush, and directly took the cowhide needle pocket in his hand. One swing on his right hand was a dozen silver rays, and the lightning bolted towards the area around the body of eight!

Though there are still a few bullets in the pistol of Ground Eight, he is now useless. He has long lost them somewhere. Empty hands dance wildly, occasionally sweeping down several large needles that fly to the point of his body, occasionally smashing down some large needles with a palm wind.

But even so, Lingyun ran out of more than a hundred large needles, and the body of the eight was stuck with more than a dozen large needles. Even three large needles were stuck in his critical cave, causing his internal strength to malfunction, and his body was obstructed again!

The divine light in Lingyun's eyes grew stronger and stronger, killing machines were scattered around the body, fingers bounced off, root needles drilled out, and the ground was not given a chance to breathe.

He had already seen that Earth Eight was ready to escape, so after Earth Eight had lost his pistol, he no longer used the Phantom Fish Dragon Step, but walked and moved with almost spiritual Miles of God, blocking the direction of Earth Eight's desire to escape, and secretly absorbing the spiritual energy released from every moment of the Seven Weeks of Grass.

As he took control of the whole battle situation, Lingyun's momentum, strike, and speed grew stronger and stronger, while Land 8 was long after the strong crossbow, even without the strength to escape.

Ling Yun completely reversed the war situation. After he knew that the great power had gone, he didn't make any effort to escape, but Ling Yun refused to let him go.

Lingyun now has plenty of spiritual energy in his body, his body is circular and he is able to walk at a faster pace than the eight full force of the earth. Not to mention, he also has flying needles.

Whichever direction he runs for his life, Lingyun can do the Phantom Fish Dragon Step when he is ready to jump. Lightning comes to the direction he wants to escape. Shaking hands is just one or two large needles, stopping him from jumping back!

If Ling Yun let the land escape, it will not be a necessity!

He knew that if Di Ba ran away tonight, he would be in endless danger, Di Ba was in the dark, he was in the open, without the help of Seven Weeks of Grass, he would kill 100 of himself!

“Raising the horizon is imminent!” Ling Yun saw his cards almost exhausted, and relied on the spirituality of Seven Weeks of Grass, and his organs were exhausted, so he could take the fate of his enemies into his own hands. In fact, his heart was very bright.

The last thing he regrets now is that his long snake whip was destroyed by Lingyun's brush pen. Otherwise, Lingyun's flying needle, he really didn't put it in his eyes, swept it away, and he didn't even have to hide from it.

“Goose hunting all the time, goose pecking! Is my life really going to ruin in the hands of this 18-year-old boy?! ”

Di Ba is unhappy! He kept sweeping the flying needle with his palm, reading the electricity and running away.

But now he's asthmatic, heavy heels filled with lead, several meridians obstructed, only the strength to cope with large needles, how can he escape?

The ground, eight eyes on the river not far away.

Just as Lingyun flew out of the two large needles and went to pinch the needle on the cowhide needle bag again, the eight of the ground shook up the two large needles that flew in front of him and then used all his strength to jump into the river water!

For the first time, he gave his entire back to Lingyun. Even if he gets hit by Lingyun's flying needle again, it doesn't matter. Success and defeat are here!

If Ji Ba met someone else tonight, even Lonely Mo, he could have risked his life to escape. Unfortunately, he met Ling Yun.

Don't forget, the place to fight was chosen by Ling Yun. He comes here almost every night. He knows the environment better than anyone!

The corner of Lingyun's mouth pulled up a smug smile. It appeared in his eyes. He knew you would look like this. He hummed softly and extended the Phantom Fish Dragon to the extreme. At the same time, the magic brush had long been held in his hands again. The tall and healthy body came first, instantly behind the ground eight!

Little Sword of Fame!

“Jiao Jiao...” Ling Yun was as shadowy as a shadow. His hands were as electric as electricity. He instantly stabbed four times in the back of the eight places!

“Pfft...” Flying halfway through the air, a large mouthful of blood erupted, stuck with more than twenty large needles on the body instantly stabbed out four blood holes by Lingyun!

Three of them, all of them dead spots, the deadliest part, is also Lingyun's last payment, but it is stuck in the back of his heart!

Cool!

Four small but extremely deep blood holes, instantly sprayed four blood arrows. At that moment, the body of the eight in the sky was like a human sprinkler, but the blood sprayed from the inside was red!

Ground eight didn't even have time to say a word, people had turned into a corpse in the middle of the sky, and the corpse flew a short distance by inertia in the middle of the sky, and then banged and fell to the creek!

Lingyun, of course, would not be shot by those four blood arrows. After he had struck four strokes like lightning, he no longer cared about the body of the eight. He straddled directly over the sky and stood beside the grass of the seven weeks.

“Hoo-hoo...” Lingyun looked at the body of Ground Eight. There was no sadness in his eyes, and his face was calm. He just exhaled a long, dull breath.

Ling Yun knew that according to the strength of Ji Ba, he must have more money than Xuanqi and all eight of them combined, but he couldn't take it.

The realm of Land 8 is too high above Lingyun. Even if he is given a slight chance to breathe, he may escape his life and even strike Lingyun to death. In that case, Lingyun is truly greedy and cheap and loses a great deal, and his previous achievements have been abandoned!

Money, you can do it at any time, but there is only one life. If you want money, you don't want to die. That's what fools do, not the style of Lingyun!

Lingyun absorbed the spiritual energy of Seven Weeks of Grass, breathed quickly, and stared at the still bleeding corpse on the ground eight. He said softly: “You are a killer, killing people is your profession, you come to kill me, I don't blame you! That's why I killed you. That's why I'm so hot! ”

After only five or six minutes, Lingyun had reabsorbed his spiritual energy to its peak, and he had not continued to practice here because he was going to dispose of the body of Ground Eight as soon as possible.

Lingyun came to the side of Ground 8 and pulled off his mask towel when he raised his hand. It was only seen that Ground 8 was a middle-aged man around the age of 40, with the exception of the high temple drumming on both sides, his appearance was plain.

He single-handedly picked up the eight bodies that had begun to become stiff, headed east in the dark night, first out of the city, and then started walking 10,000 miles, picking up a remote place with no vehicle pedestrians, surrounded by a large circle of fresh water market, then from the southern foothills of Longpan Mountain, came to the pit between Longpan Mountain and Nanchui Peak.

Lingyun stopped in a dense forest not 100 meters from the crater. After a thorough body search on the ground eight, he used his mask towel to wrap up what he had searched for, and then carried the ground eight for another 60 meters, and threw it in the direction of the crater!

After watching the body of Earth 8 fall into the pit, Lingyun returned to the Seven Weeks of Grass with the package.

He buried seven or eight bloodstains on the ground with dirt before proceeding to clean up nearly two hundred large needles that had landed on the ground.

In order to protect Seven Weeks of Grass, Lingyun can say very cautiously. He cleaned the large needle on the ground not to protect the environment, but to fear that someone would see so many needles spilled here during the day. He stepped on his Seven Weeks of Grass while running to collect it.

The big needle that was picked up, Lingyun didn't put any of it back in the cowhide needle bag, but threw it into the river.

Until 2: 30 a.m., after everything was taken care of, Lingyun sat down beside the grass for seven weeks, and worked his luck. Once again, he succeeded in compressing his body's spiritual qi to Dantian, and once it was fully absorbed again, he got up and stood up.

It's almost 4: 00 in the morning, and it's the best time for people to sleep, the most familiar time.

Ling Yun looked down at his ragged shirt, and shook his head with a bitter smile: “This time, I really lost 200 large needles, but unfortunately I wore a name tag! ”

After that, Lingyun, at the tip of his foot, jumped across the stream, came to the road by the river, and then flew straight towards the rental area.

Two minutes at home, Lingyun jumped directly into the courtyard and deliberately made a little noise.

“Who?” a delicate voice asked warily.

Ling Yun knew it was Xiao Mei, and he blunted: "Me. ”

The voice went down, the man entered the house, and a snow-white fox brushed up against him. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com), and your support is my biggest motivation.)