super decomposition system

Chapter 137
Lin Yaoyang lowered his head and looked at Lin Fang on the ground whose head was smashed with a stick by him. There was no emotion in his heart, and there was a cold smile on his face that made people feel a little chilly in his heart. .

A person like Lin Fang really didn't deserve even the slightest bit of pity in Lin Yaoyang's heart, he just died when he died.

However, what everyone didn't notice was that there was a faint black light flickering in Lin Yaoyang's blood stains on Lin Yaoyang's face.

Under the black light, the blood stains on Lin Yaoyang's face began to fade slowly, and finally disappeared.

Lin Yaoyang only felt that his whole body became hot all of a sudden, it was actually the power of the ant king that was running automatically, swallowing all the blood that was on his body.

He absorbed Lin Fang's qi from it and transformed it into himself, strengthening himself, and quickly recovering the qi consumed in the battle.

"This... this is a little too scary."

Although Lin Yaoyang has been surprised by the power of the ant king many times, and this practice has never let him down until now.

Moreover, some new small effects will appear from time to time, although the effect may not be too obvious, but every time it will give Lin Yaoyang a bright feeling.

Lin Yaoyang also felt more and more that the power of the ant king, which was labeled as a mysterious middle-level exercise, was definitely not as simple as it appeared on the surface.

The people around looked at what happened before their eyes, and they all fell silent completely, and no one said a single word.

All of them stared dumbfounded at what actually happened in the field was money.

"Hey! Give me a slap! Am I fucking dreaming! This is really a ghost, isn't it?"

"Snapped!"

A family disciple was talking to another person beside him. After that person heard it, without hesitation, he slapped the face of the person who was speaking with a big ear scraper.

A red palm print appeared on that guy's face, but he didn't show any irritation when he took the guy, he swallowed and said, "Hmm... my face hurts a lot, it seems that we are not Dreaming."

The beating person, after finishing his slap, rubbed his own palm, and the real touch also reminded himself that this was indeed not a dream.

Lin Yaoyang in the opposite field was actually a useless body with no breath in his body, and he smashed Lin Fang's head with a stick, who was a ninth-level warrior.

What kind of strength Lin Fang is, these juniors are very clear, and that is the one with the highest cultivation level among them.

Usually, if there is nothing to do, none of these disciples would be willing to touch Lin Fang's brow.

But now, Lin Fang, who used to be invincible in the past, was shot in the head by a trash in front of their eyes! ?

Some of the elders who were closer to Lin Fang were covered with some splashed blood stains, but at this time, no one showed an unhappy look on their faces.

Red and white things were scattered all over the ground, and some female and male disciples who were less able to bear it all vomited them out with a wow.

Lin Qinghe's mood at this time can no longer be described in terms of shock. For many years, he has never experienced such ups and downs in his mood. Even when Lin Yaoyang was struck by lightning and lost his cultivation, Lin Qinghe could not There are no such big mood swings.

Lin Qinghe looked at Lin Yaoyang, as if he didn't know his son for a while. He thought he knew Lin Yaoyang very well, but the scene just now was still vivid in his memory. Suddenly, Lin Qinghe thought about it carefully, and he seemed to really know Lin Yaoyang. What's more, he can no longer see through his son Lin Yaoyang.

Although it was a useless body, it just gave me an unfathomable feeling. Not far from Lin Yaoyan, Lin Quan was watching all this in a daze, without making any comments for a long time.

Standing blankly on the spot and swallowing a few mouthfuls of saliva, Lin Quan seemed to be as mad as Lin Fang, grabbed the spiritual power weapon he bought from Fatty Song, and forcibly poured it into it. own anger.

It actually made the "overused" spiritual weapon shine again, Lin Quan raised his sword and stabbed at Lin Yaoyang, without saying a word, and his movements were clean and neat.

Lin Quan yelled: "Fire Saber Technique,"

Although Lin Quan roared like this, it felt a bit inconsistent to cooperate with the sword he held in his hand.

It's no wonder Lin Quan, the resources of the Lin family can't support others to choose what combat skills they want to learn.

Naturally, you can learn what you have, but the difference between swords and swords is not too big. It is said that it is a sword technique, and the effect of using it on a sword does not decrease much.

After Lin Quan finished shouting, a flame instantly ignited on the sword body of the defective spiritual power weapon exuding cold air, covering the entire sword body with bugs.

Lin Yaoyang was disdainful, and rushed towards Lin Quan's position in a flash, but Lin Yaoyang's attention was not to resist Lin Quan's sword, but to take a fancy to the spiritual weapon that Lin Fang took out in front of him.

Lin Yaoyang quickly raised the spiritual weapon in his hand, at some point, the flickering light of the sword seemed to be a little bit brighter, but no one cared about these details.

While Lin Yaoyang was grabbing the sword, Lin Quan's old man's body was also approaching, but this time Lin Quan didn't use the stabbing, but used the sword as a knife, directly slashing Lin Yaoyang's head. go down.

Lin Yaoyang didn't look at Ye Ye, grabbed the weapon, and blocked Lin Quan's blow with a straight sword on his head with his backhand.

"boom!"

There was a loud noise, but Lin Quan was the first to notice something was wrong. Lin Quan only felt that the connection between the spiritual weapon in his hand and himself seemed to be cut off in an instant.

When Lin Quan put his gaze seriously on the sword in Lin Yaoyang's hand, Lin Quan was immediately dumbfounded.

There was nothing wrong with the sword that Lin Yaoyang raised in his hand, it was fine as if it had never been in a battle.

However, the sword in Lin Quan's hand was wiped, and the cracks on the sword body spread like small snakes.

The speed was already visible to the naked eye, Lin Quan's face immediately became tense when he saw this, how could he not see that this weapon he bought was on the verge of destruction soon!

(End of this chapter)