Chapter 140 Back, or Die
Time flies, and it has been half a month since Ling Li and others have pounded the "dragon's den". One dragon and two horses glide rapidly in the sky, with a wide green canopy and three dark shadows flashing by. On the back of the flying dragon, everyone is meditating and practicing. In this extremely energetic holy land, every point of slack is shameful. Ling Wei, who had just been promoted to level 9 swordsman two weeks ago, has reached a state of sensitivity again. Others, including Ling Hui, also have unexpected gains. This is really a holy place for cultivation!
In the past half month, Ling Li and others have been practicing while rushing on the road except for occasional naps and killing a few monsters.
Ling, who has a large inventory of magic crystals, feels that the top ten are already in the bag. Carefully, they have been in the Holy Land for 20 days.
"Ten days left, it's really urgent!" Ling Wei opened his eyes, and the distant cloudy place seemed to have infinite demagogic power, urging Ling Wei to keep moving forward.
"Ashou, how much you should learn like a kid." Lourte's voice came.
"Cut, he is better than me." A Shou shouted. He sat cross-legged and held his hands on his chest.
"Also as a thief, I can fight better than you." The kid said proudly.
"It's useless, and it can't be used as money, and it can't be exchanged for golden gold." Ahando.
"If you can fight, you won't be bullied." Ruert Road.
"Just run fast and leave the tiring work of fighting to you, a well-developed demon hunter." Ahando.
"The key is that you don't even have the ability to run away." The kid laughed and said, "So in general, I'm a little better than you."
The thief was annoyed, and A Hand, who was used to it, hated others to compare with himself most.
"Where can I see you running faster than me? Are your arms thinner than me or your legs thicker than me?" Ahando.
"No more, no more, the little thief is boring. He can't afford to joke, and he will be angry at once." Ruhrt shrugged his shoulders and said groaningly.
"Cut, who is joking with you? Bored." A hand has always been pretentious and closed his mouth as a "little thief". In his best field, he can't hear others say that he can't compare with anyone. Because he is determined to become a thief!
"Zibo, Zibo." The small trumpet beast hiding on the tail of the dragon began to dance its slender and flexible rattan whip again, and the mung bean's eyes shook up and down.
"Little Black, go down." Although I couldn't understand what the little speaker said, the half-month relationship made everyone begin to understand its habits. The small speaker generally does not speak easily. Whenever it calls, it indicates that there is a situation nearby.
The tender green and soft grass, Xiaohei left a pair of deep footprints and finally landed.
"Zibo, Zibo."
The cicadas are quiet in the forest, and the birds are singing in the mountains. Except for the insects that occasionally shuttle through the green grass and the small pine trees hanging on the trees, there is no living thing in front of them. Lie about the military situation. Don't scream if you have nothing to do. After patrolling for a long time, Ling Li, who had nothing to find, patted the horn head of the martial beast.
"Zibo, Zibo, Zibo." The horn looks a little frightened.
"If the little demon is..." Seeing Ling Wei's staring eyes, A Hand immediately swallowed the second half of the sentence into his stomach. He is also right. If the little demon is there, he won't have to work so hard to speculate about the information conveyed by the loudspeaker.
Everyone didn't know that at this time, a pair of cold eyes firmly locked them in the depths of the bush. That strange dark, the eyes that only death has despised life.
"Since you have come down, let's rest in place. That's all for today." Ling Dao.
"Great, cousin, I'm starving to death." Ling Ling shouted happily.
"Hey, hunter, should you catch some rabbits to eat?" Ahando.
Rourte stressed, "Little thief, I'm a demon hunter, not a hunter."
"The head is round and I'm so hungry." Ling Ling shouted pitifully, and there was even a trace of resentment in his aggrieved voice.
Ruert immediately said attentively, "Okay, dear Miss Lingling, I'm going to catch the barefoot rabbit for you to eat."
"'Dear Miss Lingling, I'm going to grab you the barefoot rabbit to eat.' Evil, so disgusting, numb, goose bumps. The thief repeated Lult's tone, and his lovely appearance made the girls laugh.
"Catch a few more." Ling Ling blinked at Ruert's back.
"Linger." Qin Si took Ling Ling's hand happily.
"What's the matter, Si."
"You are so good at flirting with people." Qin Si smiled and pretended to be mysterious and put her little mouth close to Ling Ling's ear and said, "Teach me."
"You have learned to flirt with cousin Ling, don't you?" Ling Ling smiled.
"Damn, don't say it." Looking at the girls playing carefree, Ling Wei's mood is also particularly good.
"Brother. Have you found it?" Ling Hui took Ling's arm and stared cautiously in the direction where Rult left.
"Huier, what's wrong?" Ling Wei said strangely. When he saw Ling Hui's different serious look from usual, he was also secretly alert.
At dusk, even the sun hanging in the west is a little sleepy, lazily with the light that is about to burn out. In the forest, the dark green eastward tree shadows lay in a neat queue in the tender green grass. During this period, the beautiful acacia bird sang a love song, then flashed its wings and returned to the nest.
Suddenly, there was a strong wind in the bushes, and the wind was blowing everywhere, and the shocked animals fled around. A dark fighting energy practiced from it and swept towards Ling Li.
"Block!" Although he was shocked, Ling Li, who had been on alert, flashed in his hand before the fighting spirit came, and the golden king's swearing sword crossed his chest to block it.
The energy contained in the dark fighting spirit was beyond Ling's expectation, and the strange black gas even invaded Ling's body along the sword of the king's oath and destroyed his meridians.
"Brother." Ling Hui rushed the sacred power into Ling's body, which could melt away the abrupt attack.
Who is it? Get out of here!" After being attacked inexplicably, Ling Li was furious.
"Hang! Hak! Hathoth!" That's the sound of metal hitting the ground. The shrub was stretched out and a human face appeared. The man wore a black helmet and only a pair of ghost-like eyes exposed. The whole body is wrapped in dark armor, which makes people unable to see whether he is fat or thin.
The metal finger sleeve and a bright sword are incompatible with his dress.
"Regress, or die." The sound was hoarse, and such a sound could only be made after the throat knot was severely burned.
"Ah!" The girls screamed and were obviously scared by the appearance of the people coming.
"Rourte, where's Lult?" The little ghost shouted nervously. The direction of the round-headed demon hunter just now was exactly where this strange "iron armor" haunted.
"Who are you?" Ling Wei stared firmly at the strange "iron pimple" in front of him.
"Who am I?" The hoarse voice was a little confused, and then the iron armor said coldly, "Stand back, or die!"
If there is an inexplicable and deadly guy who holds a murder weapon and looks extremely strong, first sneaks on you, and then suddenly comes out and says to you, "Stand back, or die." How will you react? Fear or anger?
In a word, we are angry. Because he was afraid of the strength of the "iron armor", Ling Li put away the king's oath sword and pulled out the broken sword. There is a sharp contrast between the rusty iron sword in Ling's hand and the bright sword in the iron armor hand in front of him.
"Recede, or die." The iron armor shouted mechanically again, and a black light appeared as soon as the long sword in his hand was raised. The long sword waved out, with a hissing sound explosion.
"Samsung..." The distance was so close that Ling Li's three-star combat skills were only half condensed. The black streamer had arrived in front of him. Ling Li had to hold a long sword in his hand, accumulate brute brute force and split forward.
The black brilliance burst into contact with Ling Li's broken sword and produced a violent shock wave, which overturned Ling Li's whole body.
A few follow-up fights in the air, dissipated the force, fell to the ground, and withdrew a few steps. How is that possible?" Ling Wei was shocked. This blow contains so much power.
"Qin Si, spiritual magic." Ling Li, who was unconvinced, said to Qin Si behind him.
"Ularil, hum..." The spiritual scepter trembled gently, and a ray of golden light shrouded down from the sky, covering the surface of Ling Li's body.
Ling moved. Phantom split!" Three "Ling Li" with long swords ran towards the iron armor. The soles of Ling Li's feet are windy, and the speed is very fast. But in order to confuse the iron armor, it has to maintain the same speed and rhythm as the split.
That "iron armor." Another sword was raised, and the black fighting spirit with silky sound burst across the air, directly hit a split on the left side of Ling Li. The "Wra" split could not withstand the impact of energy, burst and turned into nothing.
At this time, Ling Wei has rushed to the front of the iron armor. He jumped high, and the nine-level swordsman's strength stimulated all the sensitive power in his body to the broken sword. Ling's full blow with spiritual magic is almost comparable to the attack of Yasheng. Coupled with the invincible attributes of the invincible broken sword, Ling is confident and gives certain damage to the unknown iron armor in front of him.
The "iron armor" slowly raised the bright sword and hit the invincible sword that haunted the blue sword spirit, and the dark fighting spirit gushed out of the sword again.
"Cangling!" This moment has solidified. Ling Li stared at the beautiful sparks jumping at the junction of the two swords in disbelief, and then a magnificent energy came from the sword body and poured into Ling Li's body.
"Puff..." The huge force came, and Ling's throat was sweet. His body was lifted high, like a broken kite, drifting down from the air sadly, and finally caught by Ling Ling, who came with wind chimes. The long sword in the hand of the "iron armor" can resist Ling's broken sword without breaking!
Fight Ling Li, and the "iron armor" took a step forward towards everyone, making a "gant" sound. The bright sword slowly raised and pointed to the white dress in the front. Ling Hui, with a dignified face, said hoarsely, "Get back, or die!"