Beast Blood Rush

Chapter 11 I won't kill you...

"you……"

"Boy, don't play tricks in front of me..."

"If you have the ability, you should show off your chariot and horses, put on a posture, and I will fight with the upright..."

Shocked and suspicious at the same time, the thunderstorm was grabbed by Zhang Ling's wrist twice in a row, and he involuntarily took two steps back.He wasn't an idiot either, so he naturally felt something was wrong.However, what is wrong in the end is still not caught.On the contrary, his hatred for Zhang Ling grew stronger.He felt that he must not lose face in front of Zhang Ling!

"Star picker!"

"Star bright!"

The thunderstorm strikes again, with greater force.

This shot contained all of his metallic true energy.

He felt that this time with all his strength, he would definitely beat Zhang Ling to death!

As a result, Zhang Ling shot again and accurately grabbed Lei Tian's wrist.Thunderstorm's wrist was voluntarily sent to the iron tongs again.

Zhang Ling seemed to have eyes behind his back, and he knew everything about Thunderstorm's movements like the back of his hand, and his shots were just right.His fingers, unbiased, happened to pinch Thunderstorm's wrist, the most vulnerable link.As a result, Lei Tiankong had all the strength in his body and couldn't use it.

Of course, Zhang Ling didn't learn this kind of kung fu after traveling to the Beast Martial Continent.This is a grasping hand that he has cultivated to the extreme in another world.As a professional bodyguard, restraining people without hurting them is the most basic requirement.He's a bodyguard, not an assassin, not a killer.It is impossible for him to kill someone every time he makes a move.And pinching the wrist is just the most common method.

"You...it's impossible..."

"I can't believe...you can grab my wrist every time...I can't believe..."

Thunderstorm's face was full of disbelief, his head was blank, and he didn't know what he was thinking at all.Probably due to excessive surprise, he even forgot to withdraw his hand.Or, to be precise, he no longer had any hope of withdrawing his hand.If Zhang Ling counterattacked smoothly at this time, he could be directly beaten into the air.

As for Qingqing's expression, it was naturally even more unbelievable.

If she hadn't witnessed it up close, she couldn't believe what she saw.

Thunderstorm made three shots, and his brother firmly caught him three times. It was as easy as pinching a chicken.

In the past, my elder brother was beaten so helplessly by this thunderstorm every time, why did he lift so hard today?In front of his brother, the thunderstorm had absolutely no chance to display it.Every time he made a move, it seemed that he deliberately sent his wrist to his brother's hand.If it wasn't for his brother's absent-mindedness, he only needed to bend his wrist hard, and Lei Tian's wrist would be finished.With a shattered wrist, he was bound to be crippled.

Zhang Ling's reaction was indeed a bit strange.He obviously grabbed Lei Tian's hand, and he could give Lei Tian a fatal counterattack at any time, and he could put him down at any time, but he never made any moves.

"You! Boy, if you have the ability, let's fight with Lao Tzu!" Thunderstorm roared furiously.

He was simply too annoyed, too unbelievable.He, a dignified cultivator who has cultivated to the third level, was defeated by Zhang Ling, a rookie?How can this be?How can he accept it?
Zhang Ling let go of Lei Tian's wrist lightly.

Thunderstorm hastily withdrew his hand.

"Hammer!"

"Hammer the egg!"

Zhang Ling gave a low drink indifferently, and took the initiative to attack.

A bursting fist, in the pupil of the thunderstorm, instantly expanded countless times.

The powerful qi contained in the fist instantly enveloped the thunderstorm, making him unable to move, as if frozen.

The thunderstorm was caught off guard and there was no reaction at all.It was because Zhang Ling's fist was so fast that he had no time to react.Even, there was no way to scream out.

"boom!"

Zhang Ling's fist hit Thunderstorm's chest accurately.

"Oh!"

Thunderstorm's bear-like body suddenly flew up lightly like a rag, and landed heavily on the bluestone slab more than ten feet away, almost fainting on the spot.The bluestone slab, which was more than three feet thick, was smashed to pieces.

"puff!"

"Ouch!"

The thunderstorm's scream finally came out, accompanied by a mouthful of blood spat out fiercely.

Zhang Ling's attack was too powerful, too fast, and too overwhelming. His meridians and beast soul were both severely injured.

Especially his beast soul was completely shattered and no longer existed.Almost all of his meridians were shattered.Even his rather strong physical body was shaken like porridge after boiling, all rotten.The internal organs are all dislocated.

Once the beast soul is shattered, even Da Luo Jinxian cannot restore it.This is the most taboo thing for practitioners.In other words, the thunderstorm was completely abolished.From then on, he was a piece of trash.

"you!"

"puff……"

Thunderstorm was so angry that he spit out a mouthful of blood again.

Thinking that he would become a real waste in this life, Lei Feng would rather die.

In the past, he just bullied Zhang Ling as a waste.Unexpectedly, Feng Shui took turns, and now, it was his turn to be a waste!
Unfortunately, Zhang Ling did not kill him.Strictly speaking, Zhang Ling's hatred for thunderstorms is not very strong.To put it bluntly, Thunderstorm is just a poor thug.The real culprits are Xia Chenhu and Liu Jian.The two of them are the most damned.

Zhang Ling withdrew his fist slowly, and said calmly, "I won't kill you. I'll let you slowly taste what it's like to be bullied."

The thunderstorm almost wanted to kill him.As the person involved, of course he could understand what Zhang Ling meant.

Zhang Ling's meaning is very simple, that is to turn it into a thunderstorm and turn it into a waste from then on.And a trash would definitely not be taken in by Xia Chenhu.He knows Xia Chenhu's character best.He dared to be 100% sure that Xia Chenhu would mercilessly abandon him without any fighting power.What kind of fate awaits him in the future, I'm afraid it will be even worse than Zhang Ling before.

After all, Zhang Ling had never offended anyone.Except for Xia Chenhu, there should be no one else actively bullying him.But his thunderstorm offended many people.Because of Xia Chenhu's relationship before, those people didn't dare to treat him as a thunderstorm.However, now that his thunderstorm has become useless, those people must be looking for him.They will definitely repay the bullying they suffered in the past ten times more!Thinking of this, Lei Feng felt that he should die.He couldn't accept the fact that he had become a waste at all!

"You go! Go back and tell Xia Chenhu, I will take the initiative to find him!"

Zhang Ling lifted Thunderstorm's huge body and threw it directly outside the yard, and said calmly.

"You...I'm not convinced...I'm not reconciled..."

The thunderstorm that had been thrown to pieces lay limp on the ground, howling weakly.

It's a pity that no one paid attention to his wailing.In this world, it seems that there is no such person as him.For cultivators whose beast souls have been destroyed, it is indeed an existence worse than waste.No matter how much he wailed, it was impossible to attract anyone's attention.

In fact, what happened to the thunderstorm now is quite lucky.His beast soul was shattered by Zhang Ling, and he became a complete waste. Facing other cultivators, he had no ability to resist at all.If those who were bullied by him in the past found him, they would definitely come up and beat him up.At that time, whether his life can be saved is definitely a big question.

Zhang Ling was able to control his emotions, and did not kill the thunderstorm. Others did not have such good control ability.If they had the chance, they would definitely screw Thunderstorm's head off, crush it and crush it again.

After a while, Thunderstorm finally felt hopeless.He had no choice but to get up, staggered, and staggered away.As for whether he will report to Xia Chenhu, only God knows.

"Wow! Brother, you are amazing! Brother, you are really amazing!"

Zhang Qingqing jumped out from behind Zhang Ling, jumping up and down, unable to restrain her excitement, her face was flushed.There were crystal tears in the corners of her eyes, which were about to fall.

No wonder she was so excited, really, her brother was really amazing.

She never thought that her brother would beat the thunderstorm like a pile of shit one day!
In the past, Zhang Ling would only be bullied every time he encountered a thunderstorm.Every time he was beaten by thunderstorms, he was dying.Almost every time, Zhang Ling crawled back from the edge of the ghost gate.If his will to survive was a little weaker, he would be dead by now.Every time Qingqing applied medicine to her brother, she was in terribly painful pain.And now, it's the thunderstorm's turn to suffer.

"I have successfully fused the beast soul." Zhang Ling told his sister happily.

Zhang Qingqing smiled happily, brightly and happily, with two obvious dimples on the corners of her mouth.

This is the first time in five years that she has a real smile.This is a happy smile from the heart.Her smile reminded Zhang Ling of a song from her previous life, which was "Pear Dimple Smile".Perhaps this song is her best portrayal.Her smile is really beautiful.

Indeed, Qingqing smiled easily and happily.At this moment, all her burdens, worries, worries, and anxieties were all released.Now she is a simple, happy, sweet little girl.

His elder brother successfully fused the beast soul, which meant that everything would change.They never have to be bullied again.With his elder brother's powerful ability to defeat the thunderstorm, he will definitely protect this family strongly.She and her mother no longer need to worry about it.

"Brother, I'll go to the backyard to pick some tomatoes and two eggs. I'll make tomato scrambled eggs for you. We haven't eaten tomato scrambled eggs for a long time." Zhang Qingqing said happily, and went there full of joy.

(End of this chapter)