Chapter 747 (1/2)

The wind is blowing, the fire is burning, and the number of hundred thousand Snake Pond Country is turned into an ashes!

Above the ancient battlefield, only the raging fires skyrocketed, and all this is a youngster that is less than 20 years old!

“Lin Ling, great!”

Heavenly Profound Country, all the people are shaking in the heart. For less than a year, the youngster seems to be getting stronger and stronger. The former youngster is myth, the biggest miracle of Cloud Territory, but now the youngster seems to be farther away from them. Far away, and more dreamy!

“You, too, loss of life!”

Far away, the Lord from the Holy Family will confuse the sacred pupil, muttering.

Lin Ling, he heard that, in the past, obliterate the youngest genius of their saints, and then in the Vermilion Bird Divine Martial competition, the name of the three domains, such genius is terrifying, but he was not in the cloud at the time. Territory, otherwise it may not be the turn of Lin Ling to be proud!

After all, he is also from the Rain Forest Holy Land, and is the discipline of the seven major Martial Arts halls, he also came with pride!

Lin Ling, he heard that he also went to the Rain Forest Holy Land, but compared to him?

However, he found that he seemed to have a little look at Lin Ling. Lin Ling slammed the half-spirit of the Tianli section to the saints. The strength of Lin Ling is indeed awesome.

In the sea of ​​fire, Lin Ling walked out step by step, indifferent eyes looked at the sacred, and the corner of his mouth was a disdainful smile.

Loss of life ? This is the battlefield. It’s not that you die or I die. If you didn’t take action yourself, then the mysterious boulder would sweep everything. At that time, I don’t know if the youth of the saint would say loss of life, would they feel embarrassed?

“I am, how can you take me?”

The soft voice floated out of Lin Ling’s mouth, letting the sacred eyes condense, and Lin Ling did not fear him!

“How many troops do you have, one after another let them out, I have one after another obliterate, until you leave the last two!”

Lin Ling once again said that the Holy Spirit and the King of Mu’s face were moving, and the eyes looked behind towards Lin Ling. It was discovered that behind Lin Ling, the sea of ​​fire roared, all the army had perished, and Lin Ling did not remind. They don’t even notice this.

Lin Ling, so arrogant, one person obliterate the army, and then declare war directly in front of them!

“I am going to kill you!”

The king of the marsh made a low voice.

Lin Ling’s strength, he is not weak, should reach the King Spirit Realm world, is the Cloud Terri in the Cloud Territory, the genius powerhouse of the ice-cold old man, but he has confidence in the battle, after all, he is the Cloud Territory Snake Pond One of the two kings of Country!

“You? Too weak, let me not look at it!”

However, Lin Ling didn’t look at the Marsh Road. The calm voice made the Heavenly Profound Country excited. This is their myth. After returning, I directly said to the Snake Pond Country, you are too weak, I disdain the eye. one look!

“Hurricane, you are the most arrogant junior I have ever seen!”

The King of Muss exudes a strong Qi of Yin Cold, his dignified king, calling for Snake Pond Country martial artist, but Lin Ling disdains him.

Lin Ling’s disdainful smile is a bit more arrogant, arrogant? Numawang has no Sovereign Spirit Realm. Can these strengths Lin Ling see it? Even if Marsh is the martial artist of Sovereign Spirit Realm, as long as it is not supreme talent, Lin Ling is disdainful.

“what about me!”

The holy communion said coldly, and then Lin Ling’s mouth was still sneer, as if he didn’t want to say more, he shook his head.

He also knows that this great war is in the heat of the stage, only to kill Lin Ling, then the battle they won!

Lin Ling is the spiritual pillar of Heavenly Profound Country and Stone Saint Country. It is also a symbol and myth. If the myth collapses, then Heavenly Profound Country is very easy.

“Actually, you come back better, long-term hard work, not as good as the end of the battle!”