Long Live The Emperor! Chapter 210: Mister’s monster disciples

Besides Yecheng, there is an ancient temple with a lake beside the ancient temple.

In the middle of the night, the lake will occasionally make a roaring scream, and the timid people will be scared to death by this shout, so no one will come at night.

However, at this time, a shadow was cast on the lake's surface in the dark moonlight.

The shadow is huge, with a shy belly, obviously a fat man

Suddenly, she stopped.

Whoosh whoosh! !

Several winds flashed.

Xu Lingling suddenly grabbed the giant sword and laughed innocently, the giant sword slapped violently horizontally, and the white electricity full of yang was flowing in her sturdy arm,

Electricity grows every inch, showing a bizarre body-breaking method, making her sword-dancing arm look like the arm of a giant spirit god.

Faces and phantoms are the difference between the ten realms and the nine realms, and also the mapping of power to different degrees of space. The former is real and the latter is virtual.

Boom! !

A horizontal shot breaks a phantom.

Immediately after, she clearly had a clumsy body like a bear, but she made a lateral move like a deer, pulling out the afterimage, and at the same time dodging the attacks in the other two directions.

She stopped moving laterally, opened her mouth, laughed wildly, and rushed over.

Boom!

Boom!

Bang bang!

The continuous fighting gave her a long-lost panting feeling.

It was a kind of depression that came from being brutally bullied ten years ago.

That was a kind of suffocation that was suppressed by a teenager of the same age as him for more than ten years.

Later, one day ten years ago, after the teacher came back, she saw a pure black fire on the lake. She approached the black fire and observed it carefully, but the black fire disappeared quickly. After that, she felt her blood boil, and then her body began to change slowly. It was not until three years ago that the quantitative change gave birth to the qualitative change.

But she still can't beat number one!

So, she needs to find another outlet.

At this point,

The two black shadows opposite her are not ruthless, and their angles are not too tricky. This is a technical advantage.

In addition, the strength is not weak. Between the gusts of wind, the phantoms burst into waves. This is the realm of the ninth realm of extreme meaning and phantom. It is the condensed mind, which is worse than the tenth realm. It's nothing but a mystery.

There is no mysterious power, just because there is no chance, it does not mean that they are really weak.

But at this time, such two experienced and sophisticated killers were completely crushed and beaten by an eighteen-year-old girl with a height of two meters.

Regardless of momentum, skill, and strength, he is completely at a disadvantage.

Xu Lingling became more and more excited the more she played, such as playing cat and mouse, or moving her muscles and bones, and from time to time she gasped intoxicated and smiled.

Boom! ! !

Another screeching sound.

The giant sword meets the twin swords, and the blasting energy separates the two sides.

However, only one of the killers went back, and Xu Lingling grabbed his wrist in time when the other was about to be shaken away.

The killer is like a chicken in her hands.

The chick quickly crushed its hands and twisted its head off.

Xu Lingling threw her head aside and smiled at the remaining killer.

This killer is naturally the killer of Blood Rain Tower.

Also a Class A killer.

He looked at the devilish woman in front of him.

Suddenly, he screamed.

"Did you take over the task of slaughtering people at Xiaoshan Villa?

Did you also take off the head of the Taishang Sect Master of the Destroying Mountain Sect?

Is your code name in Blood Rain Building?"

Xu Lingling smiled and asked "what is it?"

She's standing still.

The moonlight cast her huge figure, just obscuring the killer in front of her.

The killer was trembling a little. Although he was a Grade A killer, he was not a legendary killer. Among the legendary killers, there was a member from the outside world who had recently emerged and had taken on a lot of difficult tasks with generous rewards. The means of killing are cruel and powerful.

He spat out the outsider's codename "Mom."

Xu Lingling's smile became more innocent and pure, and at the same time she approached.

Shadows also approached with awe.

The killer stepped back again and again, his mouth seemed dry, his Adam's apple rolled, and he said hurriedly, "Mom. I have cooperated with you. Although the mask you wore back then was different from now, you are the mother who likes to screw. The mother who lost her head and crushed her bones."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a roar.

The mud and rocks splashed and the dust dissipated. After that, a huge figure had descended on his side and walked past him again. He couldn't make any response, because he had a kind of "self" in his heart. When I was a child, I was stared at by a beast in an uninhabited jungle".

His blood is almost frozen and his heart is almost clenched.

Xu Lingling walked by, stepped on, and pulled out an afterimage, and the giant knife she was carrying also pulled out the afterimage, and the giant knife had already cut the neck of a head.

She smiled and said, "I'm not a mother, I'm only eighteen."

Bang.

The Class A killer knelt down and fell down, his head suddenly rolling away.

Xu Lingling squatted down quickly, and skillfully took out the purse from the arms of the three corpses, as well as several small treasures she carried with her.

After doing all this, she skillfully tied the corpse to the stone, threw it into the lake, and then dealt with the scene, so that the lake was restored to peace and tranquility, as if there had never been a fight.

With the scroll in her arms, she cautiously walked back into the city.

After all, if you're fighting in the city, you can't let it out like this.

I don't know if there will be a killer tomorrow

Xu Lingling had a hint of anticipation, she licked her lips, took a deep breath, and was caught up in the only blood-colored hairspring left in the air, but the long-standing gloom in her heart could not be resolved.

According to their strength, the top ten of Xia Ji's ninety-nine disciples have already reached the realm of dharma phase, and even Xu Lingling saw the Black Emperor's demonic fire by chance, and was even inspired by this demonic fire. A certain degree of recovery of the blood vessels in the body.

That time, after the fake fight between Xia Ji and Su Tian, ​​Xia Ji ate a red hydrangea and accidentally leaked the magic fire while sitting at the bottom of the lake to rest.

It stands to reason that Xu Lingling should be the first.

Whether she is scheming strength, psychological distortion, proficiency with knives, etc., she is a first-class existence.

In those ten years, she actually sneaked out to practice and became a legendary killer - mother.

Compared to her excitement when she sees blood, Feng Chuixue has never killed anyone, so he vomited when he saw dead people.

Even so

Xu Lingling was still crushed by wind and snow for ten years.

Xu Lingling thought about it herself, if she is a female butcher, then Feng Chuixue is like a believer.

His knife is full of piety, full of a special powerful and extremely egoistic spirit.

The teacher once said, "The human body is like a lonely boat, sailing on the ocean of spirit. How strong the human body is, the more stable the boat can be, and how majestic the spirit is, the farther the boat can sail."

There is no doubt that there is a spirit in the wind blowing snow.

He danced the sword, as if he were offering sacrifices.

Put your life on the altar with care and tenderness.

This group of children did not see anyone on weekdays, only Xia Ji, Su Tian, ​​Ji Xuan

When the first two were okay, they would give them a few words at will, and even give them some medicine pills.

There are monsters among them, not surprising, no monsters, it is really funny.

Wind and snow is.

So does Xu Lingling.

Compared to these two straightforward.

Nian Ying added a lot of skills in the battle. The knife in her hand was unpredictable, dancing in the palm of her hand, constantly blocking the violent shots of the three assassins.

Ding ding ding ding! !

The sound is constant.

She also seems to be stepping back.

She stepped back as if in a panic, so much so that she accidentally entered a deep alley without noticing.

The three assassins kept attacking, and they no longer had the initial confidence and the heart to kill the girl gracefully in the first place.

They are attacking frantically now, and a layer of phantoms jumped from them and chopped out.

Every time,

Nian Ying is barely holding on.

Every time,

Nian Ying gives the impression that she will not be able to hold on for the next second.

Until she has nowhere to go, her back is against a thick, cold wall.

This is the end of the alley.

The three Blood Rain Tower killers looked at each other, and the three of them rushed out at the same time.

Da da da! !

One person is centered,

The other two were walking fast against the walls on both sides,

Three phantoms filled with blood and evil aura suddenly flew over.

The wind is blowing.

Nian Ying looked at the deep lane

It's really deep

It seems that even the street is far away.

She pressed the knife, grabbed the knife, and lifted the knife in one go.

The tall body immediately entered a state similar to meditation.

The next moment

Brush! !

A gray and dark shadow came out of her body, with an expressionless face, and went into the distance. Such a black light filled the long and narrow alley.

The black light swept past the three Class A killers, and in an instant they stood at the entrance of the alley, seeing the empty street, turning around, holding the knife, and returning.

During the process of returning, the three of them were unharmed, but they had fallen to the ground softly, without breathing. Obviously, the dead couldn't die any longer.

The sword cuts the soul without hurting the body.

It is for Yang Shen Dao.

Whoosh! !

The gray shadow returned to the stiff Nian Ying's body, and the tall and delicate body regained its vitality, and at the same time shivered uncontrollably.

"It's so cold."

Nian Ying hugged her shoulders and looked at the scroll in her arms. It was intact.

She breathed a sigh of relief. This was the first thing the teacher gave her. How could she not do it well?

A certain intersection in the mountain pass.

A cold and arrogant swordsman in white cut off the head of the last killer, shook his head with a sneer, and said, "Useless trash."

This is Du Bai, number ten.

But there was some regret on his face after all, because during the fight, he found that the Yangshen Dao method didn't seem to be so easy to use. Once used, the Yangshen was powerful, but the body was exposed and flew out. The sun **** will feel the "coldness from the material world", and will make himself weak to a certain extent after returning to the body.

The longer you stay outside, the worse the weakness.

He is a little regretful. When he chose the exercise method, the teacher repeatedly emphasized that "this Yang Shen Dao method is not easy to practice, it is difficult to master, and there will be many restrictions after mastering it", but why did he choose the first iron? This mysterious art?

I didn't see the wind blowing snow, did Xu Lingling choose Yin Yang Wu Lei?

Du Bai sighed, grabbed the scroll of "The Power of the World", and walked to the small mountain town beside him.

Here are the top ten battles.

But the lower-ranked disciples don't feel so well.

There are those who run wild.

Some were seriously injured.

There were even those who were killed and took the scroll.

However, the killer took a token from the dead disciples.

They didn't know the token, and they didn't plan to report it, so they casually put it in their pockets as a small treasure.

But there is no shortage of smart people in the Blood Clothes Building. When the first night passed and dawn came,

The owner of the third floor, Zhao Cue, sat on a large chair with his legs up, eating an unknown meat gracefully, while quietly listening to the report of the battle.

Whether it's the killer in his own building or the mysterious people walking through the books, there are both dead and wounded.

In the gray, a blood-stained sack was placed in front of him.

The sack was opened, revealing the pretty face of one of the girls. The pretty face was covered in blood, bruises, and filth, obviously suffering a lot.

Zhao Cut dropped the knife and wiped his mouth.

I took a look and said, "Are they all so young?"

His killer said "Yes."

Zhao Que asked "How many people died?"

The killer said, "Because it's a big business, all the surrounding buildings cooperate with each other, and the number of Class A killers dispatched far exceeds the original forty, but one hundred and ninety-six.

Three hundred and fifty-two Class B killers.

Each killer rushes to the nearest target by geographic location. "

Zhao Que asked "What's the result?"

The killer said, "The statistics have not yet been completed, because the regions are far from each other, so the agreed time is two days later."

Zhao Kua murmured "two days later"

He picked up the body sack again and sucked on the girl's pretty face, "You are still the same crazy, such a lovely girl, such a beautiful age, you are tortured to death like this."

The killer doesn't speak either. This is a tradition in the Blood Rain Tower, and there is nothing to say.

Zhao cut off "What about the discovery?"

The killer hands a token.

Zhao Moe looked at the token for a while and frowned slightly.

He rolled his eyes and put away the token, "Tell me about the results in two days."

Having said that, he turned and walked away. He was going to show this token to his "upper people" to have a look.

"No copying!"

"No one is allowed to copy again!"

"What kind of exercise is this, it's clearly a trick to deceive the world and deceive people."

"Come here, drive them out. Take the book down and let them go."

The mysterious young man who was patiently answering the warrior's question in front of the inn raised his head slightly.

The eyes behind the mask were cold and silent.

But he patiently said, "These exercises are not to confuse the public. Every page and every chapter contains the power to reach a higher realm.

Anyone can become a martial artist, as long as they are willing to work hard and put in hard work, they can become strong, and anyone who has learned a little martial arts can understand.

As for deceiving the world and stealing one's name, without a name or a surname, what is the name stealing? "

The group surrounding the mysterious boy sneered.

"You're a fraud!"

"I see a lot of people like you."

The other person smiled and grabbed the book that was spread out in front for others to copy, and read a few pages "Tsk tsk tsk, it's still a high level power, why can't I understand it, this is clearly something that leads people astray. "

"Yes, if you are really innocent, we will investigate and clear your innocence. We have suppressed the book, so you can go with us."

The mysterious teenager quietly asked "Who are you?"

"Little brother, don't worry, we are well-known and decent people. After investigating the matter, we will give you justice."

The mysterious young man sincerely said, "Sir, I just hope that more people can practice martial arts to strengthen their bodies. After all, the catastrophe is coming, and the troubled times are coming. With more strength, there will be more hope for survival. Isn't it good?"

The person flipping through the book laughed, "What catastrophe? We are a prosperous world of singing and dancing!"

The mysterious boy fell silent for a while~IndoMTL.com~ The words have come to an end.

But the knife was just about to be drawn.

No one saw how he drew his knife.

His knife slashed out in a dreamlike fashion.

Bright and dazzling, sad as autumn, bleak and lonely, pious and fiery, inexhaustible and seamless.

In an instant,

The sound of drawing the knife and closing the knife sounded almost simultaneously.

Feng Duixue closed his eyes, grabbed the scroll, lightly brushed the place touched by the man's dirty hands, and walked out of the house without looking behind

In that place, the head has been separated, and the terrified corpse has not yet been revealed in the eyes.