Martial arts Lingyun

Chapter 108 King's Landing Strength

"Just by you? The so-called genius of the Wang family?"

Xiao Ling laughed loudly, and said every sentence: "Your sword technique can't touch me at all!"

Xiao Ling has cultivated Mizong Wuyingbu to the level of Wuyingbu. With his current strength, he is sure to compete with Junling in speed, not to mention the five-star Wuling Wang Tian.

"Dead! Die! Die!"

Wang Tian fell into madness, turning to the black sword to attack Xiao Ling crazily, using the seven-cut sword technique non-stop.

It's just that Xiao Ling's body skills are too powerful, and Wang Tian's crazy attack didn't touch Xiao Ling at all.

"No, Wang Tian was completely led away by Xiao Ling!"

Wang Wenhui on the viewing platform saw this scene, his face was so gloomy that water dripped out, he ignored his face, but shouted: "Wang Tian, ​​calm down, don't be fooled by that little devil!"

Xiao Ling obviously cultivated a superb body technique. If Wang Tian kept attacking wildly, the vitality in his body would be exhausted quickly, and he would become a lamb waiting to be slaughtered in the end.

"Homeowner!"

Hearing Wang Wenhui's shout, Wang Tian, ​​who seemed to be insane, shook his body and calmed down. Only then did he realize that his eyes were full of Xiao Ling, wishing to kill Xiao Ling at once, he had completely lost his mind.

He found that most of the vitality in his dantian had been consumed, but he still couldn't kill Xiao Ling. If Xiao Ling continued to lead him by the nose, his fate might be to die in Xiao Ling's hands.

"Haha, Patriarch Wang is so majestic. I didn't expect to be able to give pointers to the contestants in this Hundred Cities Competition."

Xiao Ling looked at Wang Wenhui on the viewing platform, shrugged his shoulders, and said sarcastically: "As far as I know, other people are not allowed to give pointers to contestants in the Hundred Cities Competition. What's more, now that the competition has officially started, do you want to challenge the Hundred Cities Competition?" Is it the rules of martial arts in the city?"

As soon as these words came out, the audience was in an uproar, and Wang Wenhui, who was sitting on the spectator platform, suddenly turned pale.

He never expected Xiao Ling to be so eloquent. After what he said, any explanation would be useless.

Because, it is completely wrong for him to guide the players outside.

"He was right!"

Xuanyuan Yuerao said loudly: "If you don't abide by the rules of the Hundred Cities Tournament, won't it be a mess?"

"Brother Jun..."

Feeling the gazes of countless gazes and Xuanyuan Yuerao's words, Wang Wenhui's back was covered with sweat, and he looked at Junliang who was drinking tea.

If it was normal, his matter would have passed like this.

However, Xuanyuan Yuerao spoke up, and he had no choice but to ask Jun Liang for help.

"When the Hundred Cities Competition is over, go and confess to Xiao Ling." Junliang said coldly.

He knew Xuanyuan Yuerao's identity, the only daughter of Xuanyuan Hou, the emperor of Yanhuang Empire, and she would be the emperor of Yanhuang Empire in the future, with unfathomable strength, even he was no match.

Junliang didn't want to offend Xuanyuan Yuerao because of Wang Wenhui.

"I……"

Hearing this, Wang Wenhui's face turned pale, knowing that he had caused a catastrophe, so he looked at Xiao Ling, and said word by word: "Xiao Ling, after the Hundred Cities Tournament is over, I will definitely come to apologize..."

After saying these words, Wang Wenhui seemed to have been greatly humiliated, his body trembled slightly, and his steel teeth were about to be crushed.

"You are the Patriarch of the Wang Family, you are so powerful in Zhenwu City, how dare I accept your apology?"

Xiao Ling didn't even look at Wang Wenhui, and said: "If I accept your apology, you must feel that you have lost face, and you might want to kill me to silence it."

Seeing Xiao Ling's indifference to him, Wang Wenhui felt a tightness in his chest, a surge of energy and blood, and finally a sweetness in his throat, he couldn't help spit out a mouthful of blood, and his breath became weak.

Wang Wenhui, the dignified Patriarch of the Wang family, who would shake his feet even if he stomped his foot in Zhenwu City, was vomited blood by Xiao Ling angrily!

This scene fell in the eyes of countless people. Everyone was dumbfounded, and their hearts were filled with disbelief.

"Deserving it."

Seeing Wang Wenhui vomiting blood, Xuanyuan Yuerao couldn't help but said.

Elder Lin at the side sighed, looked at Xiao Ling's thin body with a look of praise in his eyes.

"How old are you, don't you feel ashamed?"

Jun Liang looked at Wang Wenhui, who was sluggish, and said coldly, "Quickly adjust my breath and heal my wounds, don't let Mr. Lin and the others see a joke."

"Xiao Ling is indeed sharp-tongued."

Jun Liang looked at Xiao Ling, with disdain still in his eyes, no matter how sharp his mouth was, he was still going to die here.

"it is good."

Wang Wenhui responded, and quickly sat cross-legged, adjusting his breath.

"Old dog Wang, I just said a few words, and you vomited blood in anger."

Xiao Ling said loudly: "If I kill Wang Tian, ​​wouldn't you want to vomit blood and die?"

"you!"

Wang Wenhui's face was ugly, but when he thought of Junliang's words, he snorted coldly, calmed down, and concentrated on healing.

Seeing that Wang Wenhui was concentrating on healing, Xiao Ling looked at Wang Tian and said with a smile: "You have done enough fighting just now, now it's my turn to take action."

boom!
Xiao Ling held the Wufeng Sword behind his back in his hand, and the Wufeng Sword slashed across the ground. The loud and ear-piercing sound made countless people stare and feel their hearts throbbing.

"Blade of breaking the pole!"

Xiao Ling smiled, moved his body, and charged towards Wang Tian with Wufeng Sword in his hand.

boom!
Seeing Xiao Ling's attack, Wang Tian felt a chill in his heart, and quickly raised his black sword to resist.

When the Wufeng sword collided with the black sword, there was a burst of violent noise, causing the surrounding ground to be shaken in an instant, revealing cracks like spider webs.

The violent Yuanli fluctuations swept away, and the heavy force caused Wang Tian to kneel on the ground, his face flushed.

"How is it possible! There are cracks in my profound weapon!"

Wang Tian looked in horror at the contact of the pair, his black sword showed a trace of fine cracks, as if just touching it, his profound weapon would be scrapped.

"Anything is possible. I have cut off any profound weapons that are more powerful than yours."

Xiao Ling smiled faintly, held Wufeng Sword, and threw it at Wang Tian again.

Click!

Following Xiao Ling's sword strike, Wang Tian's black sword was overwhelmed by this sword strike, and under countless astonished gazes, it turned into pieces and fell to the ground.

Watching this scene, Wang Tian's eyes were dull, and fear finally appeared in his eyes.

Thinking of the fact that he threatened to kill Xiao Ling and even made a life-and-death contract, he regretted it very much, because Xiao Ling was a freak, he couldn't beat him at all.

It was too late for Wang Tian to think too much, Xiao Ling stepped on Wang Tian's chest, and the strong force directly smashed Wang Tian's internal organs.

puff!

Wang Tian spat out a big mouthful of blood, his eyes were filled with despair, and he said heart-rendingly: "Patriarch, save me!"

If Wang Wenhui hadn't asked him to make a life-and-death contract with Xiao Ling in advance, he would have survived if he surrendered at this moment.

However, with a life-and-death contract, one party must die, unless the other party is willing to let the mortal player go.

"waste!"

Seeing Wang Tian being trampled under his feet, Wang Wenhui opened his eyes, then quickly closed them, not looking at Wang Tian again.

Wang Tian's performance made him too disappointed, he couldn't even beat Xiao Ling, he was completely free!
Seeing Wang Wenhui's unfeeling words, Wang Tian's heart was shocked, he was extremely shocked, his eyes widened, he kicked his feet, and died.

"Old dog Wang, I didn't intend to kill you."

Xiao Ling looked at Wang Wenhui and said: "However, as the head of the Wang family, you refuse to intercede for the genius of the Wang family, and even pissed off the genius of the Wang family. I really admire you!"

puff!

Seeing Xiao Ling's adoring expression, Wang Wenhui couldn't help but spit out another mouthful of old blood, and looked at Xiao Ling with murderous intent.

"Humph!"

Vigorously waving his sleeves, Wang Wenhui didn't want to stay here for a while, and hastily left the venue of the Baicheng martial arts competition.

Now that he saw Xiao Ling, he had the urge to kill someone!

Seeing Wang Wenhui leave here, Xiao Ling sneered and walked off the ring.

"In the second round, Xiao Ling wins!" the referee said.

As for Wang Tian's body, it has been taken away by members of the Wang family.

"Xiao Ling won."

Ling Tong looked at Jun Lin, who was calm and breezy, and said, "Xiao Ling hasn't done his best yet..."

"Hehe, so what if you didn't go all out?"

Jun Lin smiled faintly, and said: "Let him jump first, then I will step on him hard, and let him understand that the only end of challenging me is death."

Xiao Ling's performance did surprise Jun Lin, but only surprise.

Because Wang Tian is a flower in the greenhouse, he doesn't know how to fight at all, and has been led by the nose by Xiao Ling all the time. This kind of genius can't be compared with the kind of genius who has experienced fighting.

"Continue to the second round. King's Landing vs. Lingtong!" The referee shouted from the arena.

Hearing the referee's words, Jun Lin's figure flickered, and the crowd didn't see Jun Lin's figure at all, they found that Jun Lin was already standing on the ring.

"A six-star peak martial spirit..."

There was a strong fighting intent in Ling Tong's eyes. Although he knew that he couldn't beat King's Landing, he still wanted to fight.

Only by fighting with powerful people can one improve one's own strength.

call out!
With a movement, Ling Tong jumped onto the ring, cupped his hands and said, "Please advise."

"Go ahead."

Jun Lin stood with his back on his back, looked at Ling Tong indifferently, and said: "I let you attack, if you can hit me, I will automatically surrender."

Whoa!
Jun Lin's words were undoubtedly shocking, and filled the eyes of the onlookers with awe.

The son of the lord of Zhenwu City, he really lived up to his reputation.

"Underestimate me?"

It didn't matter to Ling Tong, after all, Jun Ling did have the confidence.

"I am coming."

As soon as Ling Tong's voice fell, his eyes became sharper, and he stepped on the ground, jumped up, punched his five fingers in the air, and rushed towards Jun's Landing without any fancy.

"Wu Huang Fist!"

The fierce fist wind was condensing, whizzing past with violent vitality fluctuations, causing the ground to explode.

"Wu Huang Quan is well practiced."

Jun Lin still had his hands behind his back, chatting and laughing happily. Facing the whistling Wuhuang Fist, he moved his body and dodged it directly, and came behind Ling Tong.

"Go on." Jun Lin said lightly.

After the punch was missed, Ling Tong's gaze became more serious than ever. He understood that Jun's Landing is very powerful, which aroused his fighting spirit and made him attack King's Landing again.

(End of this chapter)