Unparalleled in the world: the princess is too arrogant

Chapter 862 Crazy Ling Hao! (3)
"what!"

Shengxiu shouted loudly, and there was a gust of wind around him.

However, he didn't expect that at this moment, Ling Wushuang in front suddenly slammed on the brakes.

Turning sideways, looking back, Ling Wushuang flew backwards towards the back, and at the same time, his slender and resilient body suddenly bent into a graceful arc, and the plain white boots stepped on the center handle of the ice scepter, gritted his teeth and fought hard. With all the strength in his body, two slender fingers hooked the crystal clear bowstring and pulled it suddenly.

"Ah!" Ling Wushuang raised his head to the sky and screamed crazily, all the spiritual power in his body was overdrawn crazily at this moment.

"Om-"

There was a buzzing sound, the divine ice bow was pulled, and the ice bow quickly took shape, spinning and flying out at the moment when the saint cultivator was stunned!

"Whoosh!"

"puff--"

After the sound of the arrow piercing the sky, there was the muffled sound of a sharp knife piercing the flesh!

Shengxiu was chasing and killing Ling Wushuang from behind. He never thought that Ling Wushuang would turn around suddenly. Due to his inertia, he rushed forward and had no time to dodge. However, Shengxiu was worthy of being one of the peerless masters. For a moment, he abruptly reversed his direction.

However, the ice giant arrow still pierced through his shoulder, blasting a bloody hole.

Ling Wushuang's face turned pale, and his slender arms hung down feebly, staring at the violent heaving and falling of Saint Xiuren's chest.

"Hehe." The holy cultivator stood motionless on the wind. At this moment, he lowered his head and let out a strange laugh, letting the mysterious blood flow from the hideous blood hole on his shoulder, and the sprayed blood gushed out.

"Little baby, you are really good, you are good." The voice of praise was low, and it was impossible to tell whether it was true or not.

Looking at the holy cultivator whose nerves were already a little abnormal, Ling Wushuang really felt a sense of horror at this moment. At the same time as he tiptoed, the six fire wings behind him shook rapidly, and his figure flew upside down in an instant.

It's over, she really won't drive this old guy crazy.

"You still want to run?" Jie Jie, a saintly cultivator, laughed lightly, but that gloomy smile seemed to reverberate in the entire sky, shaking in the depths of Ling Wushuang's sea of ​​consciousness.

"Boom!"

The entire sky above is distorting, like the momentum of a violent tumbling tide, as if the entire sky is about to collapse.

After a group of ghosts howled loudly, an earth-shattering roar came from behind Ling Wushuang, "The great silence of the universe, seal!"

"Ok!"

Ling Wushuang's body trembled suddenly, and for a while, he couldn't move a single bit, as if he could feel snowflakes falling around his ears, and he could even hear the sound of hair fluttering in front of his forehead, like moths trembling and fluttering.

not good!

However, no matter how much Ling Wushuang struggled, he couldn't move a bit.

His pupils were tightly locked, and Ling Wushuang opened his mouth lightly, like a sculpture frozen in mid-air amidst the wind and clouds. The posture about to fly up was like a fire phoenix goddess who was about to soar into the sky, but she was inexplicably There was a poignant beauty of despair.

"Hahahaha!" Shengxiu's insolent laughter resounded in the empty area, gloomy and terrifying, "Old man, let's see where you can go!"

"boom!"

In the next second, a dark arc of light came from behind her!

"Pfft—" The jet-black blood spewed out from Ling Wushuang's mouth immediately. The strong and shocking power was within a hair's breadth of the power that cut Ling Wushuang in half, causing her to rush forward. Like a bead with a thread on it, it fell headlong from the sky.

The world is spinning, and the world around is changing upside down.

Ling Wushuang fell down quickly, as if he had entered a space-time tunnel, and felt that everything around him was stagnant. There was the sound of waves rolling in his ears, but he was so tired that he couldn't even move his fingers to drip.

"Unparalleled!"

This crazy voice is even more frightening and terrifying than that of a saintly cultivator.

"Ah, Wushuang!" A man in a dark blue robe was chasing this way from a distance with an axe in his hand. Just in time to see this scene, he was so frightened that his liver and gallbladder were torn apart. At this moment, Ling Hao's heart was real, It stopped beating.

Ling Wushuang vaguely seemed to hear Ling Hao's voice for a moment, and the corner of his mouth curled up with difficulty.

It's okay, father is fine.

Ling Hao's trembling voice seemed to make the entire space tremble, and the area completely blocked by the saint cultivator also collapsed in this roar, like a piece of ten thousand-year-old ice that was suddenly crushed into powder .

"Ling Hao!" Shengxiu was surprised and a little annoyed at the same time.

This damn guy is still alive.

But now Ling Hao's mind is blank, his eyes reflect the figure that fell down the sky, like a gust of wind, brushing past the saint cultivator, and in the next moment, his strong arms are lifted up, and he will The fragile body of the little girl was wrapped in her arms.

"Wu Shuang, Xiao Shuang'er!" Ling Hao spoke incoherently, the man who was always calm and composed, at this moment, his whole body was trembling and completely flustered.

With that broken expression, those scarlet eyes, and those words that trembled out of tune, there was no doubt at all that if something happened to the girl in his arms, he would definitely go crazy. Looking at the opening and closing eyelids of the person in his arms, Ling Hao Gangyi's lips were trembling.

"No, no..." Ling Wushuang held his breath, but after spitting out two words with a mouthful of blood, his messy hair turned to the side, and he fell into the darkness completely, and fell into a deep faint in Ling Wushuang. Hao's solid arms.

Ling Hao's heart trembled, his expression a little bewildered.

"City Lord!"

"Unparalleled!"

Ouyang Qianze, who came afterward, had a snow-white complexion, almost the same color as his billowing snow robe, and the watermark marks between his brows shone with a turbulent luster. After a quick inspection, he let out a deep breath.

"it's okay no problem!"

While calming himself down, Ouyang Qianze comforted Ling Hao urgently.

Ling Hao's lips were tightly pursed into a cold arc, and his whole body was shrouded in a layer of shadow. When Ouyang Qianze carefully took Ling Wushuang's frail body from his arms, he could feel the release from this man. What came out was that kind of hostility.

"Holy cultivator!" Dark blue light surged, and Ling Hao appeared in front of Shengxiu with a blank expression.

"City Lord!" While the old man was worried, he couldn't stop Ling Hao at all.

The city lord was seriously injured, and when he escaped, he was in a state of breath. It was already the limit to hold on all the way, and now he must not be the opponent of the lunatic Shengxiu, what should he do now?

The hideous hole at the shoulder blade of the holy cultivator is still bleeding, but there is a calm sneer on his face, "Why, Ling Hao, he didn't die just now, is he going to come to your door again now? Don't worry, I will let you Your precious daughter will be buried with you."

(End of this chapter)