Chapter 49 The Withering of Lingxing

"I won't leave!" Mu Chen's chest was still undulating, his breathing was a little short, and his physical weakness made his voice pale and weak.

Ling Xing smiled at Mu Chen: "You have little qi left in your body, and it's also cumbersome to stay here, and the seniors over there don't seem to have any injury, but the breath has already become disordered. You can't fight any more. These things can't be hidden from my golden eyes, so you have to go."

"Kid, do you think you can stop me?" Qingyuan floated in the air. The one who was hit by Ling Xing and retreated several steps just now, but he lost face. Now he hears that he wants to stop himself alone. Naturally, the fluctuations in his heart can't be calm. Looking at Ling Xing's pupils, it is getting more and more vicious: "Don't joke, you are going to die here today. This sentence I don't want to repeat it again!"

"It's up to me to stop it." Ling Xing didn't pay attention to the Qingyuan above at all. With unprecedented contempt in his words, he just walked slowly towards Mu Chen and the lark, smiled and walked in step by step.

The latter also smiled when he saw his close friend approaching, but the smile only lasted for a moment. The pupils of his eyes dilated and looked at Ling Xing in surprise: "You... Why...?"

Ling Xing pointed his finger in the center of Mu Chen's forehead, and the slight golden light was like a docile little snake. When he got into the latter's mind, Mu Chen only felt a burst of dizziness. Now he did not have the slightest defense ability. Although he was unwilling, he was still black in the end and lost his last consciousness.

The lark quickly held Mu Chen, who had fainted, and his slender fingertips crossed the sharp rays. The bright beam of light appeared in his hand. Then, the two sides of the beam of light began to condense and turn into sharp thorns.

Just as he was about to take action, Ling Xing said slowly, "He is just a temporary coma. The patriarch will take you away." After saying that, the man turned around and left. Just after taking two steps, he seemed to remember something again. He turned around and whispered to the lark, "Please, take good care of him."

Several rays of light in the lark's hand stayed between the ten fingers, without withdrawal, let alone attack. Like her people, they stayed here quietly. The sharp arrows became thinner and blurred with the breeze. The energy light blown down by the wind were like fireflies, and there was still sunlight left here. The place is shining.

And no one saw a tear from the corner of Ling Xing's eyes when he turned his head again. Only this trace appeared, but who understood the emotion contained in this tear light? He sighed with a voice that only he could hear: "Mu Chen, I'm sorry, I can't fight with you in the future, and Yan Xuanguo only It's up to you to take care of it."

The girl looked at Ling Xing's distant back and smiled self-deprecatingly: "What am I doing? How can this man hurt Mu Chen?" I hugged Mu Chen into my arms and looked at this man with his eyes closed, but his face was full of unwillingness: "I'm too weak. You have tried your best to protect me all the way, and now I want your best friend to protect me. I really don't deserve to like you."

"Pear, you can take those two with you." Ling Xing looked at the old man flying high in the sky and said, but he completely ignored the terrible eyes on the other side.

The old man nodded. Although he did not think that Ling Xing could stop Qingyuan, the only chance was this time. Even if there was a glimmer of hope, he could only trust this man.

The old figure suddenly flew towards Bailing and Mu Chen. The speed was extremely fast. Qingyuan's face changed greatly when he saw the situation. Immediately after him, he kept roaring: "Old man, it's not so easy to leave."

The old man ignored the approaching figure behind him and continued to fly forward, which was the only option he could do.

Qingyuan is getting closer and closer to the old man, with a strange smile at the corners of his mouth, and his eyes are full of murderous intent, as if a hungry beast staring at his delicious prey.

Suddenly, a golden energy hit Qingyuan. Although he did not suffer any substantial damage, the distance from the old man who had been flying was getting farther and farther.

It was no one else who launched this attack, but Ling Xing, who also owned the ancient magic. He looked up at the clear source in the sky and couldn't help laughing. There was unparalleled domineering in his laughter, and the gap with the enemy's strength was very clear, but this aura suppressed everyone, including clenching his teeth and glaring. His source.

ignored the Lingxing below, but Qingyuan began to chase the old man again. He still knew which was more important, and his claws stretched out to the people who were flying hard in front of him again.

"Well, I clearly said that your opponent is me." After Ling Xing shouted, his whole body suddenly burst into endless golden light, crazily releasing the golden ancient magic - domineering, which was released uncontrollably and greedily absorbed the true spirit in his master's body.

"It's more amazing than I thought." Ling Xing felt the domineering change, and even he himself was shocked. This thing was really terrible.

The true qi was soon swallowed up by the rich gold, but the ancient magic qi was not satisfied. Then, it began to devour the blood in Ling Xing's body. The speed was very amazing. The blood had not been sucked dry, and finally it began to devour the skin and bones, which was simply horrible.

"Enough!!!"

Ling Xing shouted, and the speed of domineering swallowing suddenly slowed down several times. The surface of his body was covered with dazzling golden light and suddenly jumped into the sky. The speed was amazing. He even reached Qingyuan in an instant, and his golden fist hit out with an endless domineering golden aura.

Looking at the sudden attack, Qingyuan did not panic. He bombarded with his gray-black right fist and collided, but the result was unimaginable by anyone.

Qingyuan was like a broken kite in the air, flying powerlessly to the ground, while the golden light and shadow stood firmly on the ground, looking contemptuously at the person who had just confronted him in the air.

The cracks in the ground road emerged with the landing of Qingyuan, looking at the golden figure in horror.

"Impossible. Obviously, he is just a first-class real kid, and he won't have this kind of power." When he spoke, his tone was tense, unwilling, and even afraid.

There was a sharp pain in his chest, and his right arm kept shaking and suppressing his rapid breathing. At this moment, Ling Xing was like a monster in his eyes, a monster he had never seen before.

Looking at the downed Qingyuan, Ling Xing's face hidden under a layer of gold did not show a smile. The golden domineering all over his body was still devouring his body, and the speed was getting faster and faster. The blood was swallowed up, and began to devour a trace of flesh and blood, and the unbearable pain kept echoed in In the brain.

"Damn, be quiet, at least now I'm still your master." Ling Xing suddenly roared, and tens of thousands of golden lightning suddenly appeared within dozens of meters around it, cutting through the sky and shaking the earth.

Seeing this scene, Qingyuan couldn't help but take a breath. Such destructive power is many times stronger than him, and the violent domineering spirit is unmatched by others. This is the person selected by the ancient demon spirit...

The speed of Lingxing's body being swallowed up as these energies dissipated, but the flesh and blood are still slowly swallowed up, as if this phagocytosis would never stop.

Looking at the flesh and blood constantly melting in the gold, Qingyuan's tight eyes finally released the light: "What should I be? It turned out to be something similar to a 'dead skill'. Is it really worth it for those people?"

"This is not a question of whether it is worth it or not, but what must be done. I don't have much time to kill you, but you can never walk past me." Ling Xing said firmly that every second now is painful for him, and his flesh and blood continue to disappear, which is not a pain that ordinary people can endure.

Qingyuan looked at the three people who kept leaving in the distance and sighed, "Well, you won, but when you die, I will definitely kill them. Your sacrifice is meaningless at all."

"I believe in that man. My death is worth it."

On this already fragmented ground stirred by the battle, two men stood like this. They stared at each other. Although the two strongest men of the Dora Mountains were enemies, no one took action first.