Mixed Miners

It looked at the body of the companion and looked at Yang Ling, then slammed down from above.

The boss is below, it needs to use its own blood and courage to get rid of this small slag, and prove to the boss that he is the most powerful younger brother.

Already killed a head, Yang Ling is obviously also a big increase in confidence, waving the flying sword in his hand also rushed up.

A group of red light and a black and white light and shadow, in this way at the top of a few kilometers high pyramid began a fierce battle.

The red yuan 蝎 eight claws are like the eight souls of the **** of death, with a red light shadow, piercing the air, overwhelmingly covering the entire sky, a long jagged tail, like a ghost of ghosts, from time to time Suddenly penetrated from the void.

Yang Ling is also a full-body concern. Just killing that one should be considered as unsatisfactory. The rest of this time is already guarded by the whole world. Under the violent bombing of the flood, Yang Ling simply can’t find anything. The opportunity to miss.

Under the support of the meteor armor, he is not afraid of the claws and attacks of the Lantern Festival. At most, he must constantly resolve the huge impact generated by the attack, so he can hide and hide, and keep on interpreting with Yang Ling. The flying sword in the hand also makes Yuan Zhen very jealous, and always does not compete positively with his flying sword.

For Yang Ling, there has been no such fierce battle for a long time. At this time, he gradually forgot that there was still a scorpion king looking at it all in a blank expression, ecstasy and dripping.

Since the last time he was easily abused by the red Lantern, he almost hangs up with the red Lantern.

He has always had a shadow in his heart, and he feels that the red Lantern cannot be defeated.

But at this time, he has no burden on him. He wants to use the red yuan to test the realm after his two breakthroughs.

The two groups of light and shadow knocked down the tower waist from the top of the tower, and knocked down the bottom of the tower from the tower waist. With the fierce battle, the rolling dust was picked up by several tens of meters high, like a rolling dust storm, a road of red or white light. From time to time pierced the dust and sand.

An hour passed.

Yang Ling was already sweating at this time, and he was very embarrassed. The flying sword in his hand was far less fierce than at the beginning. The long-term oppressive battle caused him to be extremely tired. It was not the body, but the spirit. The mind was not particularly clear. It was almost instinct to fight.

The red Lantern seems to be more and more brave, and the anger in both eyes is getting stronger and stronger.

Yangling, the reptile, completely angered it.

"呜~~"

Suddenly a low snoring sounded behind him.

Yang Ling suddenly stunned, and in the thought of God, the scorpion king who was already less than one kilometer away from himself seemed to be very dissatisfied and smashed his feet. The sand on the ground swayed like a cockroach.

"It's bad~!"

The already exhausted Yang Ling suddenly raised a bad feeling.

Sure enough, the opposite red scorpion suddenly flew up, and took advantage of Yang Ling’s chance, and his long tail was drawn on his chest.

"砰~!"

A group of black and white light and shadows flashed across, Yang Ling was drawn out and went straight to the feet of the Scorpion King.

Although Yang Ling has already controlled the posture of the armor in the air, it is still late, and an inexplicable breath is swaying in the air. It seems that suddenly the air becomes very viscous, as if it fell into a mire, all The movements began to slowly become slow, and even the speed of the fall was slow as a slow motion.

Yang Ling slowly landed, then slowly turned around, slowly looking up at the hill-like scorpion king, eight giant legs supporting its huge body, looking down at himself.

How strong is the spirit of Yang Ling, Yang Ling does not know, but only knows that this scorpion king has not yet shot, he has no ability to resist.

In the twinkling eyes of volcanic magma, Yang Ling felt like a small ant. It was so weak that it seemed to be a ash.

This is a repression of the realm, from which no one can resist the power of resistance.

The Scorpion King stared at Yang Ling, then a paw flicked a little, and a strange-shaped mining vehicle flew out of the sand.

The speed of the mining car is very fast, and the "bang" slams in front of Yang Ling.

This is like two extremes. In the same shot, there are both slow motion and fast motion. The two pictures are merged together. Yang Ling hasn’t even seen it clearly. After the dust settles, he sees that he can’t see it. The distance of three meters is the mining car that you are looking for.

He slowly looked up and saw a slap in the face and ridicule from the eyes of the scorpion king.

Yang Ling's fingers moved slightly, and a jar slowly emerged in the air, just like pulling an object out of the void. The can lid and the can body were squeezed out like a toothpaste. Finally, it fell on Yangling. In front of you.

He cracked his mouth and smiled. He pressed the start button and the countdown number on the display began to violently jump.

He was less than three meters away from the mining car. This was what he had never dreamed of. He had to follow the method of stick discussion, and after he started, he fled and fled. He could run to 30 kilometers with full force in 20 seconds. Basically escaped the core explosion zone of this hydrogen bomb.

Because the stick has been calculated ~www.readwn.com~ According to the gravity and air density of the planet, the power of this hydrogen bomb is not as terrible as imagined, and it is estimated to be 70 million tons* equivalent hydrogen bomb on the earth. Almost, this also gave him some confidence.

Otherwise, the real 1 billion tons of bombs will explode. Even if he is given twenty minutes, it is estimated that he will be assaulted, and tens of thousands of degrees of intense heat will catch up with the speed of light, and the gods will be embarrassed.

But now, he decided to gamble.

Three meters away from him if he sprints fully, it is estimated that it will take three seconds, but the premise is that this scorpion king has to watch the audience as he ran, and by the way, shake the little red flag to refuel, or he will be finished with a sigh of relief.

The countdown on the jar jumped fast and dazzled. Just as Yang Ling thought about how to make the Scorpion King and his younger brother a quiet and quiet audience, the time has passed nearly ten seconds.

But a good thing is that the Scorpion King has been watching the movement of Yang Ling, and at this time also looked at this strange peanut-sized jar.

Yang Ling’s hand was slowly lifted again, one...two...three...the four red fruits of the star-shaped wood emerged, and then Yang Ling threw them out into the sky. (To be continued.)