The strongest training system

Chapter 359 The Art of Devouring People
Zhao Mu'er raised the floating gold bow in her hand, and aimed the golden arrow at Ling Tingfeng's avatar.

Wang Hao stretched out his hand and pressed Zhao Muer's arm, Zhao Muer said confidently, "I won't miss it!"

"I believe in your ability," Wang Hao said with firm eyes, "but I will never allow my friends to die in front of my eyes."

Hearing Wang Hao's words, Ling Tingfeng's avatar looked up to the sky and laughed, "Hahahaha! It's good that you don't allow your friends to die in front of your eyes. Now I only give you ten breaths to release the seal on my real body."

Zhao Mu'er put down her left hand holding the bow, but she didn't let go of her right hand that was pulling the string.

The Fujin bow was aimed at Ling Tingfeng's real body on the ground, and Zhao Mu'er said coldly: "I only give you ten breaths, if you don't let go of the hostages in your hands, I will destroy your real body! "

Ling Tingfeng sneered, "You think I will be threatened by you?"

However, before he could finish his words, the sound of the bowstring shrinking through the air resounded through the ground.

The golden arrow directly pierced Ling Tingfeng's real body's knee. Unlike the clone that Wang Hao killed before, the real body overflowed with blood after being injured!

Ling Tingfeng's real body opened his mouth wide, trying to cry out in pain, but Zhao Mu'er sealed his mouth with a strand of ice.

"you dare?!"

Ling Tingfeng's avatar trembled angrily, and he roared, "You don't believe me to kill her right away?!"

Wang Hao frowned, but saw Zhao Muer wink at him, motioning her to speak.

"The hostage in your hands is Wang Hao's friend, not mine. Whether she lives or dies has nothing to do with me."

Zhao Mu'er's voice was cold, without a trace of emotion. Such a tone made Ling Tingfeng shudder in his bones.

"Second, the arrow I shot into your body before has a seal imposed by Master himself. All the power in your body will be in a frozen state and cannot be circulated. In other words, there is nothing you can do about the damage I caused on you. recover!"

"I know Moxiu has many strange escape techniques, but now that your real body is trapped, if you die, this clone will probably disappear as well, right?"

Ling Tingfeng's avatar had a ferocious expression on his face, and Zhao Muer's words hit his weakness.

"Third, you worked so hard to get so many martial artists at the Heavenly Martial Realm, but you didn't kill them. Presumably this altar can only sacrifice to living things. If you kill the sacrifice in your hand, the sacrifice will not be possible. When the reinforcements arrive, you will only have a dead end. ! Do you dare to kill?!"

Zhao Mu'er spoke three sentences in succession, piercing Ling Tingfeng's heart, his face turned pale, and he said in a hateful voice: "If I die, I will hold you back!"

Facing Ling Tingfeng's threat, Zhao Mu'er didn't care. She raised the floating golden bow again and pulled the bowstring.

This time, the arrow of the golden arrow aimed at Ling Tingfeng's real body's head.

"I'll just ask you once, do you want to let me go or not?!" Zhao Mu'er's voice was not loud, but it was loud, and Ling Tingfeng's avatar showed a struggling expression.

The bowstring of the Fujin Bow had been pulled to the full moon state, and half of the Mo Dao in Ling Tingfeng's hand was also attached to Zhao Jun's neck.

This is a psychological warfare. Whoever can't bear the pressure first will fall short.

Obviously, Zhao Mu'er had the upper hand, since she didn't have any friendship with Zhao Jun, if it wasn't for Wang Hao's sake, she would have let go of the string-drawing finger.

"I've changed my mind!" Ling Tingfeng's avatar threw the Modao in his hand on the ground, "Even if the priest can't open it today, I will kill you all!"

As the words fell, Ling Tingfeng's avatar turned into a black mist and flew towards the center of the altar.

An extremely strong sense of crisis surged in Wang Hao's heart, and he shouted, "Mu'er, do it!"

Zhao Mu'er let go of the finger that was pulling the string without hesitation, the bowstring retracted, and pushed the sharp arrow on the string.

The black mist transformed by Ling Tingfeng's avatar plunged into the fire altar in the altar, only to hear a "boom", and the dark green flames burning on the fire altar exploded!

A powerful magic power surged from the center of the altar to the surroundings, and the green flames on the fire altar exploded one after another. The astonishing impact force shocked the golden arrow shot by Zhao Mu'er from its original trajectory.

"Snapped!"

The golden arrow stuck to Ling Tingfeng's scalp and shot into the ground beside him. The body of the arrow trembled and made a "buzzing" sound.

"Mu'er, be careful!"

The impact made Zhao Mu'er unstable, and she fell backwards. Wang Hao grabbed her waist with quick eyesight and quick hands.

The moment the two people's attention was on each other, Ling Tingfeng, who was trapped on the ground by the seal, bit the ice in his mouth!
It wasn't just the ice that was shattered, but also Ling Tingfeng's own tongue. The tongue was broken, and blood mixed with cold air gushed out of his mouth.

What Ling Tingfeng spit out was the blood essence in his body. Instead of landing on the ground, the blood essence floated in the air, turned into eighteen blood particles, and rushed into the distance.

The blood particles were separated from the body, and Ling Tingfeng's real body shriveled up like a weathered plant.

Wang Hao noticed the abnormality, but he couldn't do it in time while holding Mu'er.

"Where to escape!"

With a flick of Zhao Mu'er's wrist, the Floating Gold Bow quickly shrank into a small bow the size of a palm. The bowstring automatically opened, and the golden light condensed.

"Falling Blossom Arrow!"

Dozens of gold needles gushed out, chasing after the blood droplet.

Shockingly, the blood droplet twisted in the air, avoiding several golden needles one after another.

"Huh!" Zhao Muer's thoughts were late, and he quickly caught up with the remaining golden needles. Under the control of his thoughts, the golden needles, which had never turned back, kept changing their direction as the blood particles moved. .

All of this was done in a blink of an eye, and when the dust settled, seventeen of the eighteen blood droplets were destroyed by the golden needle.

But there was only one drop of blood left, which melted into a stumped arm on the ground before being hit by the golden needle.

The moment the blood drop touched the stumped arm, it melted into it without a trace, and the golden needle shot into the stumped arm had no effect.

This broken arm was exactly the one that Ling Tingfeng chopped off by Wang Hao in the previous battle!
"Oops, careless!"

Wang Hao has seen the methods of demon cultivators before, and there is no reason why Ling Tingfeng would not do such an evil way of regenerating the body!

Sure enough, after the blood particles entered the residual arm, the residual arm immediately swelled up and began to grow crazily.

"Dragon Breath!"

Wang Hao gathered his strength and spewed out a mouthful of dragon's breath. The golden flames swallowed the stumped arm that had grown to half a person's height.

The breath of the dragon and even the fire of Gangzhiyang are the most restrained against the evil way of evil. Wang Hao believes that even if this blow cannot kill Ling Tingfeng, it can seriously injure him.

The moment the dragon's breath was added to the body, the growth rate of the residual arm was obviously slowed down, but this was only temporary. Wang Hao and Zhao Mu'er could see that there was a human-shaped shadow in the golden flame, which was constantly expanding.

"Break it for me!"

Ling Tingfeng broke the dragon's breath with a wave of his hand, revealing his true appearance. His whole body was scorched black, and he was as embarrassed as he could be.

Zhao Mu'er said in a deep voice: "The eighteen blood particles just now are his own cultivation power, and now there is only one left. His realm may have fallen to the spirit realm!"

Wang Hao felt it carefully, just as Zhao Muer said, Ling Tingfeng's strength at this time is only comparable to that of a warrior who has just broken through the Heavenly Martial Realm.

"kill!"

Wang Hao acted immediately, the nightmare time was coming to an end, he must not miss such an opportunity!

Ling Tingfeng stared at Wang Hao with eyes full of resentment, and he struck out like lightning, reaching his palm and piercing into the chest of the sacrifice beside him!
Wang Hao's eyes widened. Ling Tingfeng killed the sacrifice, indicating that he had given up launching the sacrifice.

In Wang Hao's mind, he recalled what Ling Tingfeng said just now.

"Even if the sacrifice cannot be opened today, I will kill you!"

The arm inserted into the victim's chest mutated, and it seemed to turn into a blood-sucking leech, wriggling continuously.

In less than a tenth of a breath, the sacrifice had already turned into a mummy.

Wang Hao finally reached in front of Ling Tingfeng and punched Ling Tingfeng in the chest.

"Crack!"

Ling Tingfeng, whose realm had exploded, couldn't resist Wang Hao's full blow. Ling Tingfeng's chest was instantly dented, and his body exploded.

Wang Hao succeeded with a punch, but there was no excitement between his brows. He clearly saw that the moment he hit Ling Tingfeng, the corner of Ling Tingfeng's mouth curled into a disdainful smile.

"Wow!"

Ling Tingfeng climbed up from the ground, he spurted a lot of blood from his mouth, and there were even fragments of internal organs.

If it were an ordinary martial artist who suffered such serious injuries, he might not even be able to stand up right now, but Ling Tingfeng was different. Not only did he stand up, his dark face also showed a sick red color.

"Wang Hao, every priest here can strengthen my strength! Your death time is here!"

After saying that, Ling Tingfeng stretched out a palm, only to hear "Boom!", the chest of a sacrifice not far away exploded, and the still beating heart fell into Ling Tingfeng's hands.

Every time the heart beat in his hand, bright red blood would spurt out. Ling Tingfeng didn't care, but his eyes shone with more excitement.

"Ah!"

The scene that followed was horrible. Even Wang Hao, who had a firm mind, was trembling. When Ling Tingfeng wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth, bloody mist gushed out from his body.

Ling Tingfeng operated the kung fu, and his chest injury recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye. He couldn't help laughing and said: "Hahahaha! Wang Hao, you can see that with this invincible kung fu, I, Ling Tingfeng How can I lose!"

Wang Hao clenched his fists tightly, and the knuckles of his fingers turned white.

Wang Hao has never claimed to be a saint, but today he wants to do justice for the heavens!
"Dragon Yuan Sword!"

The Dragon Yuan Sword turned into a stream of light and shot into Wang Hao's hand, as if it felt the master's intentions, the killing intent was soaring!
Zhao Mu'er holds a floating golden bow in her hand, and wants to help Wang Hao in the battle, but Wang Hao stops her.

"This is my grievance with him, don't interfere."

Zhao Mu'er hesitated for a moment, and chose to follow Wang Hao's decision. Ling Tingfeng, who had devoured people, had once again recovered his cultivation in the spiritual realm. If she acted rashly, it would only add to the chaos for Wang Hao.

"The grievances between you and me?" Ling Tingfeng sneered, "You're right, it's time to settle it!"

(End of this chapter)