Chapter Three Hundred and Twenty-Fourth Fighting King's Prestige
"No……"
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom...
Under the black spider web, violent arrows completely submerged Ling Ziyu. A shrill scream contained unprecedented reluctance!
If he died at the hands of the Luo Tian family, he would be convinced by Ling Zi and Yuxin. Even if he died at the hands of the Yu family, he would be able to face it if he died at the hands of the Yu family, but the one who killed him was the former Ling family.
The waste who is the same generation as me, but was expelled from the Ling family because of his bloodline. No! He is not a waste. If he is a waste, what am I? Are you a fool? But he is still unwilling to accept it. He doesn't understand that he has accepted the Ling family's only one.
Undoubtedly, education has the best cultivation resources in the Jialan Empire and is also a blood warrior. Why? Why would I die at Ling Fan in this situation?
Is he not outstanding enough? No, as the ninth person in the generation "Zi", his strength is recognized. Even if he asks about his own affairs, there are not many people who are better than him, but he loses
No, I lost so thoroughly that I couldn't hold on even when I finally waited for reinforcements!
What he couldn't accept the most was that Ling Fan was just a Dou General. A Dou General possessed the unique skills of the Luo Tian family, had the mutated cirrus fighting spirit, and had various methods that made people shocked. How did he... grow up
Why did he kill me when he got up? Does he hate the Ling family? He wants to take revenge? He cooperated with the Xiao family?
If this is the case, wouldn’t the Ling family give up a genius and add an enemy of genius? Ling family, are we really doing something wrong?
Until the last moment, Ling Ziyu was still thinking about the Ling family. The deep-rooted family concept may be Ling Ziyu's only shortcomings! In addition to this aspect, Ling Fan had to admit that Ling Ziyu is the strongest opponent he has encountered so far
!
Whether it is mind or strength, Ling Ziyu deserves it, but it’s a pity that he must die, otherwise Feng'anfang City and his relatives will be threatened. In order to kill him, Ling Fan was almost exhausted.
This battle was so exciting and so happy. During the battle, Ling Fan even admired Ling Ziyu a little. Can such an opponent be encountered in the future?
The black spider web shot back, leaving only a pile of mud left on the spot. Ling Ziyu's corpse was completely crushed to pieces under the power of the storm. A generation of heroic figures were buried here.
"Cough cough..." Ling Fan landed on the ground with Feng Lei Wings, his face was already pale. There were only ten stars left in his body, and his body was also injured. Even if there was Tyrannosaurus blood, he might have to have three.
It takes four days to recover.
He knew very well that he had to leave here now, otherwise Ling Ziyu's reinforcements would really arrive. With his current situation, it would be difficult to face a general.
Pushing his spirits. Ling Fan slapped Fenglei wings again, and was about to leave. A roar suddenly came from the distant sky.
roar……
"Ziyu, Ziyu... No matter who kills you, I will definitely avenge you..."
In the roar that shocked the world, Ling Zhong turned into a black dot in the distance, and then continued to magnify, and shot in anger, and his powerful aura directly locked on Ling Fan.
"No! Did Ling Ziyu use some secret method to notify the Dou King at the last moment? This person... is Ling Zhong, you bastard, you first suggested that we drive out our family!"
Under the powerful momentum, Ling Fan could hardly stand firm. When he was on the top of the mountain, due to the distance was too far and there were thunder and hindrance, Ling Fan did not see clearly the two fighting kings who were fighting. At this moment, he finally knew that
One of the Dou Kings is his great enemy, Ling Zhong.
"Boy, take your life!" Ling Zhong's eyes were breathing fire. Looking at Ling Ziyu, who didn't even have any corpse, the anger in his heart had already burned to the extreme!
He never expected that Ling Ziyu would sacrifice here, and his opponent looked so weak, and his aura was only the fighter general. Ling Ziyu must have been designed, was he poisoned?
In any case, Ling Zhong's domineering palm had already covered it. For a moment, Ling Fan felt that the space around him condensed, and his body seemed to be locked by countless iron chains and could not move.
Facing Ling Zhong's super strong palm, Ling Fan couldn't raise any strength to resist! This is the Dou King, the extremely powerful Dou King, an existence that Ling Fan could not shake at all.
"Is it over? Haha, I still have a lot of things to do, how can I be willing to do it? But do I have a way? Is today's thing still wrong? No, I shouldn't have saved Xiao Caidie at the beginning... There is no medicine for regret,
If I had to die, I, Ling Fan, would never frown."
Ling Fan opened his eyes, slowly raised his head, staring at Ling Zhong who was rushing towards him without fear. There was no dead body in his pupils, and some were still hope for survival.
He doesn't want to die, but he is not afraid of death. When facing things that cannot be fought against, his pride makes him never surrender. He wants to die, and I will not be a coward!
Ling Zhong ignored Ling Fan's current thoughts and didn't have time to pay attention to his mood. He was just full of anger and needed to vent. He wanted to kill Ling Fan and avenge Ling Ziyu.
The palm wind whistled, and the wind blades rolling around were on Ling Fan's face, leaving blood marks on his chest, and warm blood flowed out, telling Ling Fan that he was still alive, at least at present.
The palm wind continued to magnify in the pupils, and finally it seemed to cover the sky, as if the whole sky collapsed. The momentum and domineering aura were absolutely unavoidable even if Ling Fan was in full swing.
At this moment of death, Ling Fan was approaching infinitely, and even a path of underworld appeared in front of him. On the path of underworld, Ling Ziyu was ruthlessly waving to himself, as if saying: You kid is here too, hahaha...
At this moment, a black shadow with sharp sword energy burst out from a distance, blocking directly in front of Ling Fan. Sword lights danced wildly in the void, weaving sword nets,
One layer after another, seven layers are arranged in succession.
"Brother Xuan, you..." Ling Fan suddenly found that the constraints around him had disappeared. Xuan Jian had blocked him at some point. He wanted to speak and let Xuan Jian escape quickly, but it was too late. Ling Zhong's palm wind had already
to.
Bang bang bang bang bang bang...
The palm wind passed by, and the seven-layer sword net collapsed one after another, and it was blocked for less than half a second. In this half second, Xuan Jian condensed a super strong sword light. The sword light was very terrifying. Ling Fan
I'm afraid I can't use the true essence of the Xuan Sword.
"Get out!" Ling Zhong shouted loudly, and the palm wind and the sword light collided with each other, and the loud buzzing sound shocked the earth. Xuan Jian's straight body moved slightly, and blood was clearly flowing out of the corners of his mouth.
Ling Zhong was not feeling well. When he fought with Xiao Li, he was seriously injured, and his fighting spirit was consumed even more. This palm was almost all the fighting spirit he had left, and his power was less than 70%.
He never expected that the young man who suddenly appeared was so strong. If it were him, Ling Ziyu's death would be explained. It must have been these two despicable guys who killed Ling Ziyu.
Thinking of this, Ling Zhong bit his teeth and his fighting spirit became stronger again. Xuan Jian's body trembled slightly, and the soft sword in his hand buzzed, which seemed to be unstoppable at any time.
"Old Er Ling, take the call." At this moment, Ling Fan saw the bent bow again. The last Dou Qi condensed a fire cloud arrow and shot towards Ling Zhong's eyes through Xuan Jian.
"Luo Tian Three Shoots? The boy of the Luo Tian Family..." Ling Zhong roared wildly. If it were normal, he would definitely ignore the Fire Cloud Arrow, but at this moment, he had to avoid the edge for the moment.
With a "bang", Ling Zhong shot out, and Xuan Jian and Ling Fan retreated for dozens of meters in a row. A fighting spirit was swept into Xuan Jian's soft sword and entered his body.
Xuan Jian frowned, trying to drive away this Dou Qi, but there was no way to do anything. The Dou Qi was like a maggot in the tarsal bone, completely remaining in his body.
"Let's go!" Ling Fan grabbed Xuan Jian, Feng Lei Yi slammed and fled.
"Where can you go!" Ling Zhong shouted angrily, trying to chase him, but his face turned red, and he almost snatched his mouth with a mouthful of blood. Only then did he realize that the fighting spirit in his body was empty and the injuries on his body were quite terrifying.
Not to mention that I can't catch up with Ling Fan at all now, even if I catch up, I don't have the extra energy to kill them!
"Boy from Luotian family, please wait for me, waiting for me to take your life. I left a cirrus cloud fighting spirit in your body, within a radius of hundreds of miles, I can feel your breath, I think you can escape
Where to go!" The last sentence was a low voice and muttering to himself.
Ling Zhong landed and looked at Ling Ziyu's corpse, his eyes became completely cold. He failed to kill Xiao Caidie, Ling Ziyu died, and the wind and clouds disappeared. This time, the Ling family could be said to be a crushing defeat.
If he had to worry about the reason, it was Ling Fan's lure away from the mountain and was snatching the sight of him, so he would never let Ling Fan go no matter what.
After all, he is the King of Dou, and his mind is only above Ling Ziyu. In the bloody scene, he directly summoned flames, burned Ling Ziyu's body, and then sat cross-legged on the spot to recover from Dou Qi and injuries.
"Brother Xuan, is it okay?" Ling Fan flew wildly all the way, no longer caring about swaying. He was afraid that Ling Zhong would catch up with him, so he almost broke through the air, and the direction was deep mountains and forests, not Jianyang City.
Xuan Jian shook his head: "Run, I have his mark in my body." At the end of his speech, his face turned pale and I couldn't help coughing up a mouthful of blood.
He stopped talking nonsense, closed his eyes and breathed, and went to heal his wounds.
"Huh... It seems that Ling Zhong's old immortal will be stubborn in the next days. We must always maintain our peak. Ling Zhong's old dog was also seriously injured, and it is not that easy to recover. Brother Xuan, thank you for your actions.
I Ling Fan remember this kindness. If you can escape this time, you will be my Ling Fan's brother for the rest of your life!"
Ling Fan flew all the way, without any Dou Qi available. He just insisted on it. In such a flight, the blood of the Tyrannosaurus was healing his wounds, and the running Dou Qi was also replenishing the Dou Qi. He could escape while recovering.
Fighting for the threat of the King of Fighting, Ling Fan and Xuan Jian had to give up all their previous plans. They could only escape at this moment as far as they could!
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