Chapter 143, unparalleled [, please collect]

Although Sanye Ling's voice was light, there was a trembling chill. He looked at Mr. Yang calmly, restrained his momentum and quietly waited for Mr. Yang's choice.

Looking at Third Master Ling's appearance, this is the most ignored provocation in Yang Zongbing's view.

"Hmm! Do you mean that this teenager can't move? Yang Zongbing looked ugly. He came here today to avenge his son Yang Fan, but the other party just stopped him and threatened him with a warning. Do you really think he is easy to bully?

"Not bad!" Third Master Ling replied softly.

"Then I have to touch him today! He broke my son's legs and I want him to die!" Yang Zongbing suddenly became calm. He stared at Third Master Ling and whispered, "Although the Ling family is strong and profound, it is still not enough to show its power in Datong City!"

"Then there's nothing to say!" Third Master Ling sighed, and a red light slowly rose on his body, and a ferocious beast slowly appeared on his head.

This fierce beast seems to be virtual and uncertain, but in the dazzling red light, it finally condenses its body and is lifelike. It is high in hills and densely covered with red scales, emitting a hot atmosphere and shining with metal-like cold light.

The fierce beast has a one-horn and two wings, shaped like a wolf. Its blood mouth opened, and its long fangs met the moonlight, emitting a chill.

"Red Lin Sirius!" Yang Zongbing was shocked when he looked at the wolf-shaped creatures that gradually condensed and formed. This is a horrible red wolf, extremely powerful.

"Roar..." At this moment, Chilin Tianlang's body shook, looked up to the sky and roared, emitting a fierce spirit, and then his blood-red eyes locked Mr. Yang Bing.

"Red Lin Tianlang Fist!" Mr. Yang was surprised, and the third master of the Ling family exuded a surging fighting spirit, waving his big fist, and his eyes were sharp.

"Wow..." exuded a fierce spirit, the strong red wolf roared, and the breath was overwhelming, turning into a red line to kill.

Mr. Yang knew that the third master of the Ling family was very strong, but he didn't expect him to be so strong. The fist is so condensed that the condensed Chilin Sirius is lifelike and real.

"Kill!" Mr. Yang's majestic eyes flashed and killed, and a black iron spear was held in his hand. Dongdong... It was like the sound of thousands of troops and horses rushing, and a torrent of iron armor appeared above his head.

In the torrent of iron armor, it seems that thousands of troops and horses are running, fighting, shouting and shouting to kill, shocking the sky and earth, and horrible air machines permeate the sky over Datong City.

"I have long heard that Mr. Yang's genius has become the true meaning of the battlefield. Today, it's really extraordinary!" Third Master Ling sneered.

His eyes flashed, and the speed of Chilin Sirius soared. A distance of 100 meters flashed past and killed the prey. Yang Zongbing is the prey of Chilin Sirius and will be torn to pieces by it.

Dong Dong Dong... The torrent of iron armor rushes like mountain torrents and roars like a sea of anger. Pieces of enemies fell and were trampled into meat and mud by the iron army.

Boom!

The sharp claws of Chilin Sirius bombarded the torrent of iron armor. Mr. Yang's battlefield roared and trembled twice. After all, it stabilized.

"Hmm!" Third Master Ling snorted coldly, and his fists smashed in the void with vigor and excitement. At the same time, Chilin Sirius also waved its claws to continuously bombard the torrent of iron armor.

hong hong...

The terrible fluctuations spread out, and Chilin Sirius seemed to tear up the day. Mr. Yang's teeth were clenched, and his face turned pale. Every time Chilin Sirius waved, his body trembled.

Finally, the true intention of his iron armor torrent made a cracking sound, and shocking cracks appeared in the world of the iron armor torrent.

"Wow..." Chilin Sirius roared, the red claws cut through the air, and Mars splashed everywhere, shooting fiercely towards the torrent of iron armor. In the click, the torrent of iron armor turned into fragments, like snowflakes falling.

Chilin Sirius opened its mouth and swallowed it and sucked all the fragments into its mouth. The sound of creaking and chewing came, and Mr. Yang spewed out a mouthful of blood. His body staggered, stood unsteadily, and his heart was shocked.

Mr. Yang's face turned pale, and then turned iron blue, and soon turned flushed. Over and over again, he finally turned pale. His body swayed in the air, as if it was about to fall down the next moment.

Mr. Yang's true intention on the battlefield was destroyed and swallowed by Chilin Sirius, and the terrible counterattack hit him hard. At this moment, his body was about to collapse, and there were bursts of sharp pain and unbearable pain in his mind.

"Are you convinced?" Third Master Ling walked slowly in the void, as if he was slowly ill, and in the blink of an eye, he walked to Chilin Sirius. His right index finger was gently touched, and the red wolf turned into a red light and sank into his body.

"You... poof..." Mr. Yang spouted blood, his face became paler and his eyes were dim, which was angry.

"Since you are convinced, why don't you leave?" Third Master Ling carried his hands, his black hair danced, and the pressure was overwhelming, and his black and white eyes flashed murderously: "Do you really think I dare not kill you?"

"I... I want to take my son away!" Mr. Yang gritted his teeth.

"Yes." Third Master Ling looked indifferent.

Mr. Yang staggered and landed in the small courtyard of the inn where Lingxiao Tower was located. Seeing that there were three bodies in the empty yard, he frowned.

"Who is it?" Li Jin shouted loudly and pointed his knife at Mr. Yang. His expression was extremely solemn, and a decisiveness was revealed in his eyes, which was a sign of life and death.

The visitor is so powerful that he can fall from the air. He has never seen anyone who can fly, but he understands that people who can fly in the air are all strong people, stronger than bald monks.

Never let the other party disturb Lord Blood Wolf to repair his injury unless he dies.

"Hmm!" Pointed at by Li Jinyong's short knife, a cold light flashed in Yang's eyes, but it soon converged, because Third Master Ling also landed and stood in front of Li Jin.

Mr. Yang looked at his son whose legs were kicked. His eyelids beat violently, and a mouthful of old blood spewed out. This is his beloved son. He is talented in reading and has been broken.

Mr. Yang turned his head and looked at the direction of the room where Lingxiaolou was located, hoping to tear Lingxiaolou and kill him. His beloved son actually became like this. His legs and joints were smashed. Even if it could be cured, he would inevitably leave any sequelae in the future.

If this affects his son's career, wouldn't his years of careful cultivation be in vain?

"Hmm!" Third Master Ling snorted coldly. Mr. Yang's face trembled. Knowing that the third master of the Ling family was impatient, he looked deeply at the direction of the room. Then Yang Fan grabbed it and carried it on his shoulder, and disappeared with a rise and fall.

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