The myth of rebirth of the era of martial arts

The dragon is a golden flood dragon!

This is clearly an innate martial arts classic that has practiced metal "nature"! []

So far, only NPCs have such strength, and players are generally struggling in the ranks of intermediate martial arts.

Seeing the dragon, he rushed towards him and bit him. [

Yang Ling's eyes reflected the terrifying momentum of the golden dragon.

His eyes contracted slightly when the dragon that was gradually biting him approached, his eyesight was astonishing, coupled with Monk Xuan Bei's martial arts, the speed of his casting was not good at speed.

Yang Ling's eyesight caught a trace of Jiaolong's speed.

The trace is only a trace.

Moreover, the moment he caught the trace, Yang Ling found a Wei Tuo pestle hidden in the dragon's head, and the golden Wei Tuo pestle was in the dragon's dragon's head, attacking him.

"Damn Xuan Bei, he wants me to die!!"

Yang Ling roared angrily in his heart, and there was a faint sense of madness.

"Block it, stop it no matter what..."

Yang Ling's voice roared wildly in his heart, and his hands and feet were not slow. He quickly took off the glove on his hand and put on the Wujin Sword.Skill power was crazily poured into the Wujin Sword.

Wu Jinjian, bearing Yang Ling's huge infusion of power, was also humming quietly and tremblingly...

On the wrist, a systematic meridian diagram emerges, and Qi Jin follows the circuit diagram and winds around, running on the arm.Immediately, he quickly poured it on the Wujin Sword through his arms, and the power of hundreds of fierce horses appeared behind him, screaming crazily. The sound seemed to be mourning in front of a dragon, and infected Yang Ling's heart.

"Fight!!"

These two words revealed Yang Ling's inner stubbornness, arrogance, and unprecedented despair.

The Wujin sword in his hand was first handed out, and gradually stabbed straight at the head of the dragon, where a golden Wei Tuo pestle also pierced straight towards him...

Ding!Clap!

As soon as he touched it, Yang Ling's face changed drastically, because he found out that the Wei Tuo pestle smashed the Wujin sword in his hand as soon as it touched it. In an instant, Yang Ling understood the Wei Tuo pestle It has a special attribute, which he knows very well, high-end top-quality equipment, there will be no special attribute.

Moreover, he didn't expect this attack to block the attack of the golden flood dragon.

Only by truly understanding the myth of Wu Jiyuan, the strict hierarchy.

Only then can I feel the despair in Yang Ling's heart at the moment! [

The power of a flood dragon has already been predicted, and it is definitely not something he can bear.Despite the despair in Yang Ling's heart, he was still dying, because this was his only hope. . .

Yang Ling didn't dare to imagine, nor could he be sure.

At this moment, after he hangs up in the game, what will happen to reality.

He really can't afford to gamble! !

So, in the end, you still have to work hard, hard, hard...

While throwing away the shattered Wujin sword in his hand, Yang Ling patted the back of the fierce horse with one hand. Although his strength was low, his background as a peerless master in his previous life was that he was dying and fighting desperately His hole cards and experience in fighting are extremely rich.

With the strength of patting the horse, his body stood up quickly, and his feet hurriedly rested on the back of the fierce horse, and his body quickly jumped backwards. This is where Yang Ling thought of the mysterious use of the 'jumping vertical technique'.The body can use the movement of jumping back to widen the distance, and also resolve the terrifying consequences of a sword.

Ding!

clap clap!

The second Wujin sword appeared in Yang Ling's hands, and he shot it without hesitation. Unfortunately, the end was the same. The tip of the sword hit the Wei Tuo pestle, and he collapsed completely in an instant.A brand new Wujin sword was shattered into pieces, and the pieces of Wujin sword fell to the ground in front of Yang Ling...

drink!

The two Wujin swords failed to block the attack of the Wei Tuo pestle. On the contrary, after Yang Ling's sword was smashed, the speed of the Wei Tuo pestle rushed towards him, and Yang Ling's body was hit head-on just as soon as he used the "jumping vertical technique". After all, the speed of this attack is not something he can resist or dodge.

Therefore, Yang Ling, who did not give up, yelled and punched him.

When he threw a punch, he had already put on a glove on his hand. The strength of the fist was activated, and a punch hit the dragon's head. The terrifying anti-shock ability was transmitted from Yang Ling's arm .

At this time, Yang Ling was more clear and direct, and he could feel the strength of the dragon wave contained on the dragon, if he hadn't attacked the golden dragon before, the speed and strength would have been offset.

I'm afraid it's not the only result!

Both arms, in an instant, the feeling of pain and numbness is transmitted.In an instant, Yang Ling seemed to have a feeling that the arm was not his own, and he could hardly feel the existence of the arm.However, the faint numbness and pain made Yang Ling seize the opportunity, and he had the Wujin Sword in his hand...

There was no trophy such as the Wujin sword in the one-eyed cottage's harvest. This one was taken out by Yang Ling from the warehouse of the bank, and it was the only Wujin sword in his possession.

At this time, what Yang Ling has to do is not to use the basic swordsmanship to parry one by one, but to use the basic swordsmanship to stab the characters one by one, stabbing out with a sword, resolutely and resolutely, without delaying the muddy water, and using the skill according to the finished circuit diagram, The unrestrained skill and turbulent attention almost reached the limit of Wujin Sword's tolerance in an instant...

Ding!

Clap!Pooh...

The last sword was also unsuccessful, and the last Wujin sword was also directly shattered. No matter what Yang Ling's background was, no matter how amazing his instantaneous reflexive conditions were, in the face of absolute strength, he was still invincible. After hard work, Wei Tuo pestle proved all this to him with his powerful strength... [

When Yang Ling's breath hit his chest, his face was flushed red, and the wound accumulated in the deepest part of his body was suddenly burst, his throat was sweet, and a stream of blood gushed out from the depths of his throat , splattered uncontrollably with a puff, blood staining his sight.

The remaining strength directly caused Yang Ling to lose more than 600 blood...

Yang Ling's body was quickly knocked down to the ground.

The face was still flushed, but Yang Ling's face was mixed with several expressions, which were more complicated, proud, laughing wildly, smiling bitterly, dumbfounded, thankful, unwilling, desperate, lonely... all kinds of expressions expressed The most intuitive emotion deep in his heart, because he successfully resisted Monk Xuan Bei's first move.

He actually managed to catch Monk Xuan Bei's move, even though the end result was so inexplicably sad.

A move by a congenital master is not something that ordinary people can follow at will.

Of course, this is not to say that Yang Ling is so powerful, he is completely relying on his own previous life knowledge and the fact that Monk Xuanbei still underestimated the enemy in the end, which made him come back to life with one move.

But, can he still resist the second move?

Thinking of this possibility, Yang Ling's expressions of pride, laughter, and gratitude all turned into negative emotions such as unwillingness and despair. Now he feels that he can barely get on the horse.However, is Monk Xuanbei willing to let him go like this?

Monk Zai Xuanbei raised his hand to ingest the Wei Tuo pestle, swung the Wei Tuo pestle and threw it at Yang Ling.Yang Ling's eyes reflected the afterimage of the Wei Tuo pestle coming at an alarming speed.

A ray of despair quickly filled the air, and unwillingness also filled his eyes...

ps: Ahem, regarding Monk Xuanbei, in addition to the "character" setting, the relationship between martial arts masters and players is also relative. In the setting, this period is a growth period. Even if he encounters Feng Qingyang, he will kill People will not be soft when they come.These are follow-up settings, so maybe someone can guess it!

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