C71 (1/2)

Since you dare to come, should I be afraid of you? Ling Du coldly stared at the group of people surrounding her. It was really hard for them, to be able to live in peace with their enemies for a day and a night. If it was Purple Frost, she definitely wouldn't be able to do it.

At this moment, when he thought of that crazy woman, Ling Du felt speechless towards him.

”The dragon clan is preparing to end the battle as soon as possible. They began with more than a dozen people who surrounded the spirit beasts.” Summon your Spirit Communication Spirit Beast. ” A thirty-year-old swordmaster of the dragon clan was talking casually. They were determined to strangle Ling Jun. But they could not leave behind a reputation for bullying.

If one wanted to kill them, the dragon race could not lose face. If he summoned the Ancient God of Death, it would be instantly destroyed by the hidden Saints. If you can't summon them out, then you are looking down on us ten or so Swordmasters. You deserve to be killed.

Thump, thump, thump. Everyone immediately made room for them to back up thirty meters. He's the infuriated Ling Jun who came in? The black barbarian that summoned the Battle-Ancestor?

You want to borrow a knife to kill someone? Ling Jun dusted off his clothes. ”All of you, come at me together.” He spoke very calmly. It was already the time to establish his might. If he didn't act now, his reputation would be ruined by those opportunistic people. When that happens, it would be disastrous. After a month of recovery and a month of cultivation, he was already infinitely close to mastering his swordsmanship. There wasn't much of a problem dealing with the twelve in front of him.

Wow, each of us will fight twelve, which one is a human, it's twelve dragons. If you dare to guarantee it, you won't be able to get out alive even if you kill any of them. This was the dragon's lair and phoenix nest. Hehe, fight, we like it!

The twelve Dragon Clan members moved in unison. Swoosh swoosh swoosh. Their longswords, magic staffs, and machetes all flashed out.

Whoosh! Whoosh! The Dragon Clan disciple didn't move. There was one more person in the circle of battle. A black robe covered his body as he stood in a valiant posture. He faced the agile figure and slowly moved his hat back to cover his head. A handsome face. However, his face was as hard as steel and his eyes as cold as frost.

Some people had stolen the dragon clan's limelight, but none of them dared to make a sound. Clearly, this was their second time being ignored. Anger, buried deep in the heart, burns itself. There was a cry of pain that dared not to speak.

Who the person was, perhaps only Spirit would not know. The Mizar List recorded all the experts in the world. The young man in black was Wu Zun, the semi-sect swordsman who was also known as Hei Yu. He was ranked third on the Ranking of Scholars. Wu Zun brandished his sword, the rain of blood. The reason why they called him Black Rain was because Red Rain was the first and second place holder of the two titles, Blood Rain. Third, he could only take his clothes and be named after them.

[Shining Light, Rain, Sword Finger, Yuheng]. It was not an exaggeration to say that Red Rain had already challenged the top ten rankers. Although she had been defeated, the other side no longer had the strength to kill him. What kind of concept was this? A swordmaster was one of the top ten swordsmen in the sect! The terror of the three rain could be seen. These were all abnormal existences.

It was only natural for him to be ignored by such a monster. ”To be targeted by such a monster, that is a proud nightmare.” I really want to know if you can summon our Battle Ancestor. ” The handsome man's goal was very clear.

Hong, Ling Jun's strength instantly obtained the approval of everyone, because the black rain challenged him. The sad dragon race had to suppress their anger again. His ”Brilliant” achievements were already well-known, but now he had gained another joke. Dragon race, what kind of evil did you create?

Well, that's a good reason. Ling Jun decisively replied, ”You won't be able to see it today.”

Arrogant, arrogant, courting death.

The black rain said no more and drew its sword without a sound. The blood was already beginning to flow, waiting to break out of his body. His soul was already trembling as it experienced a berserk destruction. The battlefield had expanded tenfold. All the onlookers who were over a hundred zhang away were pressing their strength against their feet as they prepared to dodge at any moment.

Ling Jun stood with his spear in hand, his silver white spear, his snow-white clothes, and his sickly white skin. He was in stark contrast to Black Robe and the Black Sword's Wu Zun.

Black Rain was slightly moved. ”Is this the divine weapon used in the appearance of the Icegate Pass?” he asked himself silently.