When ye Ling stepped out, the light of Xuanyuan sword in her hand became more and more intense, and all the darkness around her was completely illuminated in an instant.

"What

As soon as the middle-aged man's face changed, he subconsciously stopped and felt the terrible pressure of Xuanyuan sword. His face was very solemn.

"What sword is this?"

The middle-aged man stares at Xuanyuan sword and says.

"The sword to kill you."

Ye Ling calmly spits out four words and walks towards the middle-aged man step by step.

"Arrogance

Smell speech, the middle-aged man Li drinks a, the whole body momentum crazy soaring, suddenly burst out, suddenly the whole person compared with just now had a world shaking change.

"Do you think you can defeat me with the help of foreign things? Let you see the real strength of my half step vigorous strength! "

As the voice fell, the middle-aged man stepped on the ground suddenly, and the whole earth broke apart instantly. Countless pieces of gravel flew into the air directly under the huge shock force, and then fell on the ground like raindrops.

"Do you know the gap between you and me? This is the absolute force to suppress, with the help of external forces, but it's just a heresy. "

The middle-aged man said coldly, as if with disdain.

However, his eyes are always on the Xuanyuan sword in Ye Ling's hands, and his eyes are full of greed.

He can clearly feel the powerful power of Xuanyuan sword. If he can get this sword, his strength will be great. It's not impossible for him to challenge the vigorous master.

"Half step vigorous strength?"

However, at this time, Ye Ling tilted his head.

"Good! But now it's too late to be afraid, because I will kill you! "

The middle-aged man held his head high with pride in his eyes.

"I'm sorry, there are many vigorous and strong people who died in my hands. You can't see vigorous and strong enough in one and a half steps. I really can't pay attention to it.

”Then ye Ling grinned and said, "if you run now, maybe it's still time."

"You

This remark fell into the middle-aged man's ears and undoubtedly turned into a naked insult. His eyes narrowed slightly and a terrible chill broke out.

"Well, well, it's arrogant. I'll see how long you can be stubborn!"

Voice down, the middle-aged man suddenly rushed out, the whole body strength burst to the extreme at this moment, shouting: "storm fist!"

As soon as the voice fell, a whirlwind gathered around the middle-aged man's fists, turned into a terrible fist wind and attacked Ye Ling, as if to tear ye Lingsheng to pieces.

"Ha ha! Ye Ling, I see if you will die this time! "

One side of Allen excited, looking at the middle-aged man to kill a punch to Ye Ling, eyes flashing fierce color.

He knew that this storm fist was a famous stunt of a middle-aged man. It was extremely powerful. Under the vigorous force, almost no one could defeat it. Even the iron block could be torn. Although Ye Ling seemed to have practiced some physical skill, and his body was extremely stiff, how could he compare it with the iron block?

At this point, he seems to have seen the dying appearance of Ye Ling, ready to go up to shame, in order to solve his hate during the day!

Seeing that the middle-aged man didn't believe what he said, he took his words as humiliation. Ye Ling couldn't help shaking his head, and then stepped out. In a moment, the sword was in the sky, and the terrible light of the sword came together.

Since I don't believe it, I have to try him.

At the next moment, Ye Ling rises with her sword, and then cuts it down with one sword. The meaning of the sword turns into reality. At the next moment, it turns into a sword spirit and sweeps out. In the past, it is like a middle-aged man coming face to face.

The middle-aged man snorted coldly. Facing the sword spirit cut by Ye Ling, he naturally disdained it and ignored it. He still made a fist to Ye Ling.

Soon, however, he felt something wrong.

With the rapid attack of the sword, a faint sense of crisis was born from the heart, and then quickly enlarged into fear.

"No!"

As soon as the middle-aged man's face changed, he finally realized the strength of the sword in front of him. He cried out in panic. For a moment, his breath was disordered, and the strength of the storm fist in his hand was out of control. With a bang, his whole arm was blown to pieces.

"Ah, ah, ah!"

At the moment, however, the middle-aged man has no time to pay attention to his arm. He stares at the sword Qi in front of him, roars wildly, and tries his best to escape. However, it's too late.The next moment

Puff——

The sword cut through the middle-aged man's body directly. At the next moment, a stream of blood overflowed along the wound, and then gushed out like a blood column. The slightly old face was deeply shocked and frightened, and his eyes were extremely unwilling. His eyes were so big that he fell to the ground with a "plop", In two.

On the other hand, Alan's laughter stopped suddenly, and the unbridled look on his face froze in the air at this moment. For one second or two, a touch of fear came and quickly occupied his face.

"No way! What kind of Magic have you done

Allen roared wildly, as if he had seen a ghost. Subconsciously, he couldn't believe the picture in front of him. As in a banquet, he thought Ye Ling was using a cover up.

Ye Ling gazed at him and couldn't help shaking her head. A touch of pity appeared in her eyes.

"Pathetic."

Even the fact has happened dare not face, is not sad what?

"Don't you come here!"

Seeing ye Ling coming towards him, Allen's subconscious heart suddenly trembled and quickly retreated behind him. However, he fell to the ground after a few steps. He even retreated and became soft, sweating.

In his eyes, Ye Ling at the moment is like killing God.

It's half step vigorous force. It can be called invincible existence under vigorous force. It's all cut by Ye Ling's sword.

Is Ye Ling a vigorous master? Are you kidding, a 26-year-old Gangjin master? I'm afraid only the legendary son of the church can be compared with it?

Is Ye Ling's real identity the son of the church? How can it be? The son of the church can't be an Asian.

Hearing Ellen's words, Ye Ling is not moved and still walks towards him with Xuanyuan sword.

"No! What are you going to do to me? "

Alan growled wildly.

"For what?" Ye Ling sneered and said, "you sent someone to kill me, but you didn't kill me. What do you want me to do now?"

"No! You can't kill me Alan heard the words, his face turned pale and trembled with fear: "I'm the son of President cook. If you kill me, my father won't let you go. You're against the whole cook community! You will die miserably. "

"Why do you like to say such nonsense before you die? I'm tired of hearing that. " Ye Ling impatiently pulled out his ears, and then the cold voice spread to Ellen's ears like the rhythm of death: "to revenge, just come, why should I fear ye Ling?"

"As for you, I'm afraid you can't see it."

"No, don't kill me... No, no..."

The voice falls, Ye Ling raises Xuanyuan sword, and then the sword falls, Allen's voice stops suddenly, and he falls to the ground powerlessly

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