Peach Luck Unparalleled

At the same time as the cone of ice fell from the sky, the fire dragon and lightning also followed suit.

Wu Ling was taken aback. He knew about the Huaxia cultivator, but he didn't expect that the other party could cast three spells at the same time. This is too bt.

He subconsciously felt that the fire dragon should be the most lethal, so he put all his energy on it.

As everyone knows, the strongest is the ice cone, then the lightning, and finally the fire dragon.

bang...

The ice pick hit his back hard, making a sound like a hammer hitting rotten wood, and then lightning.

Wu Ling successfully dodged the fire dragon, but was caught by the ice pick and the lightning. Fragments of the ice pick flew in all directions, and the electric arc like a silver snake wreaked havoc on his body.

Qin Feng was overjoyed, he didn't expect to succeed so easily, after all, the opponent was a race he didn't understand, which made him more confident.

It is not polite to treat international friends, and a stack of spells appeared in his hand.

If other cultivators see this, they will definitely call him a prodigal son. Even if these spells are all free things, they can't be wasted like this.

For a while, lightning and fire dragons flew, and Wu Ling couldn't find a way to deal with it for a while. Although he waved the bone staff in his hand airtightly, he was still hit one after another.

Besides, on Isabella's side, two figures, one black and one white, fought to one place. Because the two of them moved so quickly, there was an afterimage.

bang bang...

The beautiful instructor received a punch in the lower abdomen, but she kicked the opponent, and the two quickly separated, and after stabilizing their figures, they looked at each other warily.

Wu Ling is indeed the nemesis of the blood clan. During the fight, Isabella felt restrained everywhere.

"Chacha, vampire woman, you just accept your fate." The man smiled very badly: "Unless you have a rank above the earl, otherwise, if you encounter people from our Wuling Cult, you will only have a dead end. But, look Since everyone is from Europe, as long as you don't entangle me any longer, I will consider letting you go."

"Are you that good?" the beautiful instructor asked suspiciously.

Wu Ling snorted and said, "I will do what I say. Of course, if you doubt it, then I have nothing to do."

The beautiful instructor immediately understood what he was really thinking, and said with a sneer, "You are afraid that our fight will be too fierce and attract Chinese cultivators, so you don't want to be my enemy, right?"

Wu Ling was guessed what he was thinking, but he insisted: "I have nothing to be afraid of, the blood race and the cultivation world are feuds, and there has never been a conflict with our Wu Ling sect. Even if they appear, they are still big with you strike."

"Really?" The beautiful instructor's expression became even colder, and said: "In the eyes of the cultivation world, anyone who does not belong here is a foreign race and will suffer the most severe blows. Are you their friend?"

"Stop talking nonsense, hit if you want!"

"That's exactly what I want to tell you!"

The two pounced on each other at the same time, and their fighting style was real punching to the flesh. It depends on who can carry it better, and whoever can have the last laugh.

On the other side, Qin Feng used up all the spells in his hand. In less than 2 minutes, he used almost [-] spells.

The bone stick in Wu Ling's hand was like a windmill. After the last fire dragon disappeared, he stopped suddenly, pointed the tip of the bone stick at Qin Feng, and shouted: "Wow, you chirp..."

whoosh...

An energy ball the size of a golf ball flew out, and First Young Master Qin immediately began to dodge.

But the energy ball is very flexible, he can't dodge it at all, he can only watch it hit himself.

boom……

The ball exploded, he was blown upside down, and the energy shield completely lost its effect after the explosion.

"md!" He cursed, got up from the ground, and before he had time to fight back, he heard the familiar "Wow, you chirp..."

Damn it, I'll hide in the head office of Xiaoding!

As the saying goes, if you eat a pit, you will gain wisdom. My buddy has already suffered a loss, will he be stupid enough to continue to fight with his body?

The next second, he was lying on the grass, frowned and said to himself: "Wow, you chirping... What kind of spell is this, why does it sound so like I cut your chicken-chicken, I am grass, it really looks like it!" Nima, can you stop such a disturbing spell."

A few minutes later, he flew out of the small tripod calmly.

The witch spirit outside was looking around like a headless chicken. He really couldn't figure it out. A big living person disappeared as soon as he said he couldn't see it. Are cultivators really so powerful?

Kacha... Shua...

A bolt of lightning accurately hit his back, and then a flying sword flew fast, leaving a deep bone wound on his waist.

Yay, got it!

Young Master Qin was overjoyed and immediately directed Feijian to continue the attack.

"Wow and you..."

"Wow and..."

"Wow and you chirp..."

Now that he already knew that this sentence was a spell, how could First Young Master Qin watch the other party read it? He used the flying sword to harass the enemy, and he could always interrupt the enemy at the most critical moment.

"Next, it's time for me to cut your chicken!" He silently chanted the ice pick spell.

In the sky, a huge ice cone over three meters long rapidly grew in size and length as he continued to utter the incantations, and soon exceeded five meters.

whoosh...

"Wow and you chirp..."

bang...

Wu Ling was still a step slower, the ice pick pierced his ribs fiercely, and under the tremendous force, he was sent flying.

The ice cone shattered piece by piece, and the flying sword followed closely behind, successfully piercing into the wound it created.

puff……

Most of the sword pierced through Wu Ling's abdomen, and then nailed him to the ground.

When he was attacked by the ice pick, his bone staff flew out of his hand. After his body fell to the ground, he quickly grabbed the hilt of the sword and tried to pull it out, but he couldn't do it.

The flying sword is not an ordinary weapon, it only obeys the master's orders.

Young Master Qin descended from the sky, stepped on Wu Ling's neck, and said with a smile: "How about it, have you seen how powerful a cultivator is? As a Chinese, I want to give you, a guest, a chance to survive, provided that you need Answer me a question."

"We exchange questions!" he shouted.

"The exchange to Nima, I have the upper hand now, okay?" He stomped on the opponent's shoulder blade and said coldly: "Do you think you are qualified to negotiate terms with me? Listen, my question is, who Tell me the name of the person who asked you to kill me, and I will consider letting you go."

Wu Ling gritted her teeth and said, "Don't worry, I won't tell you! Besides, what I want to say is that Wu Ling can't be killed, so don't waste your efforts, hahaha!"

"Really?" Qin Feng looked down at his wound, and sure enough, no blood flowed out.

Do you think that brother can't redeem you?

He unhurriedly took out the dagger Huoyun, and when the cold light on the blade flashed, a trace of fear clearly appeared in Wu Ling's eyes.