Chapter five hundred and twenty fourth old man with dry hands
It was probably the first time for the strong men present to see this man who was one foot tall. It was so shocking! Look at his long hands and feet. In front of him, the long-handed clan was not even worth mentioning.
What’s even more terrifying is that this guy’s hair is green, and his eyes are a little golden, so he looks weird!
The aura exuded by this person was very powerful. Ling Fan knew that this was the arrival of the true peak of fighting spirit!
"Master." After the old man appeared, the six fighting spirits immediately kowtowed to him respectfully! Don't think that this is an ordinary peak fighting spirit. In front of him, the combined strength of two peak fighting spirits may not be his.
Opponent, this is a terrifying super strong man!
"Brother Ling, be careful." Xuan Jian frowned and reminded, he had completely felt how scary this person was.
"It's useless to be careful. If this person appears, we will definitely die." Ling Fan's senses are more sensitive than Xuan Jian: "But there must be some reason why he didn't show up until now."
The battle has been going on for so long, and there are only two reasons why this person just appeared. Either he has just arrived, or there is some reason why he cannot show up easily. Which one will it be?
"You bunch of rubbish, hurry up and take action. My true form has arrived. With this temporary seal, how can I isolate my breath? If you don't hurry up, the spirit-fighting experts in the Imperial Realm will find out. Don't talk about you then.
Even I will die here, so hurry up and deal with those fighting kings, and leave these two to me."
"Yes, Master."
The six Dou Ling experts smiled bitterly. However, they had been beaten into this state by Ling Fan. At most, their strength was only a little bit more powerful than Dou Wang's peak. Although their joining Dou Wang's battlefield was a big help, it was definitely of no use for the time being.
After so many achievements, the biggest trouble now is this astonishingly tall old guy.
"Brother Ling Fan, I can still... fight... ahem..."
Mu Ling reluctantly stood up from the pool of blood. She tried to walk to Ling Fan, but her strength simply didn't allow it.
"Take my elixir and it will help you regain your strength." Someone suddenly shouted in the void. Then a elixir was thrown down. It was Master Yaoyan. He actually used the seventh-grade elixir he had just refined.
Lost it.
"No!" Ling Fan secretly scolded this guy for being an idiot. He took the elixir secretly, but why was he so blatant? Are you afraid that others won't know? It seems like he was refining some medicine.
Without any time to think, Ling Fan immediately broke through the air, trying to grab the elixir. But before he could, the void had already split open, and a skinny figure came out of the space and grabbed the elixir in his hand.
Ling Fan was shocked and quickly backed up. However, the speed of the withered hand did not slow down, and he struck with a light palm.
Ling Fan didn't dare to neglect a seemingly ordinary palm! He didn't even think about resisting it, and immediately activated his spiritual energy, making his body transparent, and the wind from the palm penetrated directly through his body.
"oh?"
In the void, the old man with withered hands walked out. He never thought that his attack would be ignored by Ling Fan. It seems that this kid really has some skills. No wonder his apprentice ended up in such a miserable situation.
The appearance of this old thing undoubtedly made the Dou Wangs feel depressed, but they would not give up. They hoped that Ling Fan would create a miracle.
As for Tai Cang and others, they were naturally overjoyed. They didn't expect that the third prince Fei Ying was so determined to kill Ling Fan, and even sent out a strong man at the peak of Dou Wang.
You must know that once his breath is captured by the peak fighting spirit of the Imperial Realm, it will be another scene. It is conceivable that the Imperial Realm will definitely seize this handle and go to the Emperor Realm to ask for an explanation. At that time, the Emperor Realm will
It's hard to tell what the price will be.
In order to kill Ling Fan, the third prince Feiying was already going crazy. He was frightened by Ling Fan's magical skills and absolutely did not want Ling Fan to grow up.
Ling Xinyu and others were far away from the battlefield at this moment, but they still knew the changes in the battle situation. When Ling Fan was about to kill Dou Ling, they thought things would turn around, but when the old man with withered hands appeared, their hearts fell to the bottom.
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"Mom, brother, will he be okay?" Ling Xue held Ling Xinyu's jade arm tightly, her beautiful eyes full of worry.
"Everyone will be auspicious and everything will be fine, don't worry." Ling Xinyu told a lie that even she herself did not believe.
Xingyue Ruohan, Gongsun Xueer, Xing Haiyi and others also became completely solemn. I don’t know if they are worried about themselves or others. Even Princess Yaoxiang is biting her red lips at the moment and is in the medicine refining competition.
She couldn't even summon flames. She also saw Ling Fan's super performance. Now she thinks that she is a self-righteous fool, but she still encountered this battle that destroyed everything...
"Boy, you do have some abilities, but I won't give you any chance. You should die."
The old man with withered hands was really afraid. He didn't dare to waste time. He shot through the air and directly covered Ling Fan and Xuan Jian. At this moment, Ling Fan and Xuan Jian were under the pressure of the old man with withered hands.
It's extremely difficult to mobilize, let alone fight?
At that moment, the old man with withered hands still controlled the power of space, and the void was like a shackle, locking Ling Fan and Xuan Jian tightly. The two were unable to mobilize their power, and they were unable to move, and they were almost at the point of death.
The old man with withered hands was a sure-killer as soon as he made a move, not giving Ling Fan and Xuan Jian even the slightest chance.
Ling Fan and Xuan Jian are both trying hard, but their strength is really not enough. How can they fight with the old man with withered hands?
"Oh my, what kind of kid dares to act wild in front of this king?" But at this moment, Ling Fan's space magic weapon suddenly made a cute sound, and the next moment, Xiao Du's voice came from Ling Fan's mind.
It sounded: "Boy, let me out quickly and let me kill this arrogant old man."
"You? Why are you his opponent?"
"Oh, you kid, are you still looking down on me? After absorbing a life-sustaining pill, my strength has skyrocketed. Let me out quickly. You guys want to die."
"Go to hell for me." The wind from the palm of the withered-handed old man had arrived. At this moment, Ling Fan dared not linger. With a thought, Xiao Du immediately shot out from the space magic weapon.
The yellow light flashed and condensed into a golden shield in front of Ling Fan and Xuan Jian. Listening to a loud "bang", the old man with withered hands felt that his hand bones were about to be broken. He was going to kill Ling Fan and Xuan Jian.
The sword's palm wind was actually completely blocked by the shield.
"Get out of here, sister!" With a curse word, a golden light shot out from the shield and struck the old man with withered hands in the right eye viciously.
The old man with withered hands reacted very quickly, and immediately dodged and shot towards the back: "Who is coming, dares to interfere with what our Emperor Maple Valley is doing?"
"The person coming is your grandfather!"
A milky sound sounded, and in the void, the golden shield spun around, quickly twisted and deformed, and finally turned into a human figure.
When he saw this figure, even the cold-blooded Xuan Jian almost laughed out loud! This was actually a little kid less than three feet tall, with a golden pacifier in his mouth and only five black hairs on his head.
"Hey, I'm still so handsome." What made people even more speechless was that this kid actually held a mirror in his hand. After looking at it, he said something that made people vomit blood.
Ling Fan and Xuan Jian smacked their lips at the same time. The Dou Wang in the void shook his head neatly. Ling Xinyu and others who were watching the battle from a distance wiped their eyelids. Everyone was stunned by this scene.
Where did this little brat come from? He actually fought off the old man with withered hands! Why is this guy so funny? He is obviously a child, but he says he is handsome. Well, the pacifier in your mouth is quite handsome. It is made of gold, how much is it worth?
money.
"Hey, what are you doing standing still? Didn't you see those broken-arm fighting spirits causing trouble? Go deal with it quickly. As for this kid, leave it to me, the king."
The little boy glanced at Ling Fan and Xuan Jian, pointed at the six fighting spirits in the void who were killing them, and said with a smile, he actually had a look of disdain on the old man with withered hands not far away.
"Is he okay?" Ling Fan said nothing, but Xuan Jian's message had already come over.
"Hey, who do you think can't do it? Believe it or not, I will drain your life force?" What shocked Xuan Jian was that this little kid actually heard Xuan Jian's voice transmission. He obviously only transmitted it to Ling Fan. Why?
Will this little brat hear it?
"Brother Xuan, leave it to him. Let's deal with those six people. Let's go!"
Ling Fan didn't have time to think too much. Any time wasted would result in the loss of life. He and Xuan Jian broke through the air together, and with the cold sword intent, they killed the six fighting spirits.
"Where are you going!" The old man with withered hands narrowed his eyes and slapped the two of them with one palm.
"Hey, you old and immortal little thing, your opponent is this king." The little boy roared angrily, and his body was in the void knight. The next moment, he appeared in front of the palm of the old man with withered hands, and he condensed his fist in front of his mouth and blew.
With such a tone, he blasted past directly.
Bang!
With a violent sound, the body of the old man with withered hands fell directly into the void due to the punch, and hit the ground below, creating a big crater.
This scene was too fast and too shocking! At the peak of his fighting spirit, he was punched to the ground by a little kid.
"Tch, you're taller than you are. You can't block a punch. Ugly trash like you who only have height. I'll come and beat a few of you. If you can, I'll come with a hundred of you. That's it.
This king is the one who fights well."
The little boy showed off his fists and looked like he was invincible, which made everyone in the arena smack their tongues.
On the other side, Ling Fan and Xuan Jian have entangled six fighting spirits. At this moment, the six fighting spirits have broken their arms and are seriously injured. Ling Fan and Xuan Jian can already fight on par with them.
Ho ho ho!!
After three roars, the withered-handed old man below became completely angry. However, the power of the punch already made him feel how terrifying Xiaodu was, and he knew that he was no match at all.
The old man with withered hands held a plate of strange yellow runes in his hand, and there was a hint of ferocity on its face. Even he did not expect that things would develop to this point. Not only did the fighting spirit Mu Ling appear, but also
A more terrifying child!
"If you want a hundred, I will get you a hundred, teleportation talisman, explode!"
All the runes exploded, and spaces opened up around the old man with a withered hand, and a peak fighting spirit stepped out of it. They were all the same as the old man with a withered hand, one foot tall and as skinny as a stick. After careful calculation, they actually stepped out.
Reached the peak of one hundred fighting spirits! (To be continued...)
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