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"Hum!"

At this time, a cold hum was also heard, and Yuan Pengfei, a disciple of Kongtong school, spoke first and said coldly:

"Boy, get out of the way. With your three-tier strength, you also want to stop us and save the long clan leader. It's wishful thinking."

Yuan Pengfei had already come to Lin Ming before his words were heard. His palm was covered with a layer of extremely rich light red light. It seemed that he was merciless and hit Lin Ming directly.

At the moment of this slap, Yuan Pengfei's face also showed a grim smile, as if he had seen the scene of Lin Ming's direct death under such a slap.

Not only in his view, but also in the view of Shaolin disciple Shi Zhengyan, under such a hand, Lin Ming had no reason to die on the spot.

As for the patriarch, although she knew that Lin Mingding could block such a hand, she could not help but exclaim when she saw that the opponent's momentum was so rapid

"Lin Ming, be careful

Well

Just a exclamation, just exit, the next moment the patriarch Leng after the next, eyes, is also a flash of crazy color.

Indeed, at that critical moment, there was a flash of golden light on Lin Ming.

With the sound of the bell, it also rings.

Then I saw that Yuan Pengfei hit the golden light directly.

For a while, the golden light was also invincible, which directly blocked yuan Pengfei.

"What, the golden bell jar!"

For a moment, he felt a sharp pain in the palm of his hand. When Yuan Pengfei fixed his eyes, he was completely stupid.

I can't believe what I saw.

Even I can't help wondering if Shi Zhengyan suddenly took the hand, which directly blocked him with such a powerful hand.

"This, this how possible!"

Shi Zhengyan, who is not far away, is naturally the first time to see Lin Ming's Golden Bell shield of Shaolin's magical skill. In an instant, his heart is no less shocked than Yuan Peng's.

At this time, facing Lin Ming, Yuan Pengfei could not help doubting his identity.

Therefore, for the sake of caution, when he saw that Lin Ming was about to shoot a broken knife in his hand, he immediately stepped back.

Back to the side of Shaolin disciple Shi Zhengyan.

Immediately, Yuan Feipeng also showed a strange and serious look, looked at Shi Zhengyan and asked:

"What's the matter? This boy is your classmate. How can he stop us as soon as he appears?"

Hearing this, Shi Zhengyan frowned, shook his head and said, "this boy is not a Shaolin disciple. I know exactly who has become a golden bell jar in Shaolin. There is absolutely no such boy."

Seeing what Shi Zhengyan said, for a moment, Yuan Pengfei was also dumbfounded

"What? This boy is not a Shaolin disciple. How can he master the golden bell shield of Shaolin?"

"Well, I don't know." For a moment, Shi Zhengyan was confused.

While they were talking, Lin Ming was not anxious to fight them.

Although both of them have the strength of five levels of spiritual realm, in Lin Ming's opinion, it's easy for him to deal with them.

It's true that even master Tongrui, who has eight levels of spiritual strength, said he would kill them. It's not easy to deal with these two people.

This is naturally more important than caring about the patriarch.

"Patriarch, you don't look good." For a moment, Lin Ming looks at the patriarch with eyes. With his eyes, he can see for the first time that the patriarch's situation is not right.

At this time, the patriarch's breath was disordered, his Qi and blood were surging, and his face was as white as snow.

At this moment, the patriarch looked very reluctant. She shook her head slightly and said, "I'm ok..."

Seeing that Lin Ming's eyes were still full of concern, the patriarch seemed to be in a hurry and said:

"Lin Ming, don't worry about me. My situation is secondary

The most important thing is that you came back so well and in time

Even if you come back a few seconds later, I will die in the hands of a Shaolin disciple and a Kongtong disciple

They said that they had come to take long Xueni with the order of Shaolin abbot and Kongtong sect headmaster. "

"Oh? Shaolin disciples and Kongtong disciples come to take away sister long? "

Seeing that the patriarch was in a bit of a hurry, Lin Ming could see that the patriarch was worried about his life, and his eyes turned to Shi Zhengyan and Yuan Pengfei not far away.

For the first time, there was a cold light in Lin Ming's eyes.

Naturally, for the first time, Shi Zhengyan and Yuan Pengfei also feel Lin Ming's intention to kill.

But at this moment, they didn't pay attention to Lin Ming.

In their view, even if Lin Ming can master the golden bell mask of Shaolin, his strength is only three levels of spiritual realm.

This kind of strength, and their difference, simply not too much.

"Boy, let me ask you a question now." Shi Zhengyan then asked coldly, "you are not a Shaolin disciple. Why do you have the golden bell shield?"

Lin Ming also said directly: "you honestly explain the purpose of taking long Xueni. Maybe I'll consider saving you a dog's life."

"What?"

"What's the boy talking about?"

But suddenly hearing this, Shi Zhengyan and Yuan Pengfei look at each other. For the first time, they can't help wondering if they have heard wrong.

"No?" Lin Ming didn't want to waste more time. A cold light flashed in his eyes.

For the first time, Lin Ming used the relatively powerful light of destruction.

Whew, then, Lin Ming has turned into a black light and rushed towards them.

"What is the means?"

"The light of destruction?"

For a moment, Shi Zhengyan and Yuan Pengfei were stunned.

Seeing that Lin Ming is so ill, they do feel an inexplicable palpitation from the dark light outside Lin Ming's body.

Of course, the two, after all, also have enough strength to transform the five levels of spiritual realm.

This feeling of palpitation is just a feeling of palpitation, also disappeared in an instant.

"Boy, you are so bold. With your three-tier strength, you dare to turn your back on us. You are looking for death."

"Boy, you've come to die on your own initiative. We can't help you."

When they saw Lin Ming rushing down, they came to the front directly. In an instant, they were full of momentum, and the strength of the five levels of hualingjing burst out directly.

Whoosh, for a moment, you can see that a pair of palms wrapped with light red light and a pair of fists wrapped with golden light are beating directly at Lin Ming.

In the face of his opponent's effort, Lin Ming's mouth turned slightly, showing a look of great contempt. He didn't seem to dodge at all.

Then, Lin Ming raised the knife directly in his hand, called, and patted it horizontally.