With One Finger, I Suppress The Heavens

"You still owe me ten Spirit Stones, take note."

Ling Yu held the spear and tried to stand firm, her face full of weakness.

Feng Ke wanted to say when he owed Ling Yu Spirit Stones, but didn't say it.

He was still immersed in Ling Yu's shot just now.

I've never heard that Ling Yu is good at marksmanship, but how did you do that shot just now?

"Today, I, Ling Yu, will set up the ring again, regardless of life or death! However, everyone who takes the stage must first hand in ten Spirit Stones, and if they lose, they will make up ten Spirit Stones."

Ling Yu is very clear that although only Feng Ke stands out now, it is definitely not only Feng Ke who comes here. There must be many people who are much stronger than Feng Ke.

Now Ling Yu gave them a chance to kill themselves, and they looked like they were severely injured and beaten to death.

Ling Yu's purpose is to make a good fortune while attracting them all.

"Do you really take me for air?"

Ling Yu shouted directly at the crowd, not caring about the fans already in the ring.

"You? For Spirit Stones first."

Ling Yu stretched out a blood-stained hand and begged for Spirit Stones.

"Okay! Life and death don't matter, this is what you said."

Feng Ke gritted his teeth and threw out ten Spirit Stones, which were scattered on the ring, and Ling Yu didn't pick them up at all. With his current state, he was struggling!

Picking up Spirit Stones from the ground one by one, Ling Yu also counted them, confirmed that there was no problem with the number, and put them into the Cloud Sea Tower.

"Come on, do it, finish the next one!"

Ling Yu's arrogant words were filled with deep exhaustion.

Feng Ke is angry, it's all like this, and he is still so arrogant, and he doesn't know if the injury is because he was too arrogant and was taught a lesson by someone.

"Come on, let's talk about it!"

Feng Ke rushed forward and started directly. Ling Yu, who was already half-dead, if he couldn't beat him, he would write his name upside down.

Ling Yu has said that it doesn't matter if he lives or dies, so he doesn't have to be merciful.

"Wind tornado!"

It was still a tornado, but this time, it became two.

Two tornadoes almost swept the entire arena.

"Don't you understand yet?"

Ling Yu handed me a long spear.

"Mountains and rivers!"

With one shot, the mountains and rivers will be fixed!

A tornado is naturally a matter of course.

It's just that Ling Yu's hand holding the gun gradually began to crack, and blood spilled from the tiger's mouth.

"combine!"

Feng Ke gave an order, and the two tornadoes began to collide with each other, producing even more powerful power.

Ling Yu was fearless, the spear slid across, trying to wipe out the tornado.

At this moment, Feng Ke spoke again: "Broken!"

Under the collision, the two tornadoes finally couldn't bear the pressure of each other and burst apart.

Ling Yu felt that there was a roar in her ears, and the people in the audience couldn't bear it. Some people even fell to the ground with bleeding from their eardrums.

The nearest one was even affected by the explosion and disappeared immediately.

A lot of people in the crowd were regretful and shouldn't have come to see the showdown.

From just now until now, the number of injured and dead is extremely staggering.

It's just that it's too late to regret it now, they can't leave at all if the battle isn't over.

Ling Yu walked out of the explosion, and it seemed that the injury was a little heavier.

The blood flow became more obvious, and everyone in the audience was wondering why he had not lost too much blood, and could still fight under the pressure of Feng Ke.

"Have you finished your performance?"

Ling Yu was expressionless: "Then you, go down."

The spear danced, and the sky was full of stars shining on it.

"Star!"

Feng Ke's pupils shrank, isn't Ling Yu seriously injured? Why is it still possible to fire a gun like this?

This shot made him feel suffocated, and he couldn't avoid it.

Feng Ke put up his wind shield and wanted to temporarily block the spear swung by Ling Yu.

"Crack..."

The wind shield instantly shattered.

The spear was like a broken bamboo, piercing Feng Ke's chest.

Ling Yu raised his spear and threw Feng Ke off the ring.

"I lost……"

Ling Yu's spear didn't penetrate Feng Ke's heart, nor did it hurt the vital point, so Feng Ke did not die.

But after saying this, he fell to the ground completely.

At this time, a Daoist shadow swept from the sky, picked up Feng Ke and left.

Ling Yu secretly regretted it. The attack was still too heavy, and the other party was still short of ten Spirit Stones. Who will give it now?

"stop!"

Thinking of this, Ling Yu directly stopped the Daoist who was about to leave: "I want to take him, ten Spirit Stones!"

The figure did not speak, took out ten Spirit Stones from his arms, threw them to Ling Yu, and flew away.

This time, the ten Spirit Stones were not scattered on the ring like before, and Ling Yu had to pick them up slowly.

This time the figure was thrown at Ling Yu's hand.

Ling Yu caught Spirit Stones and fell directly.

Star, he had only mastered a small part of it, but now he uses it forcibly, making his already seriously injured body even worse.

No one knew how badly he was injured, and it was so difficult to stand still.

But no one dared to underestimate him, and defeating Feng Ke is the proof.

Even with such a broken body, Ling Yu can easily defeat the fancier of the 12th Star List. What if he was in his prime?

At this moment, everyone had different ideas.

But among so many people, few wanted to let Ling Yu live.

They were all afraid that Ling Yu would grow up and become a new scourge.

Ling Yu, who is not even 20 years old, has such strength, what if it is a hundred years later, what about a thousand years later?

When Ling Yu and Xi join forces, will there really be a way out in this world?

Fortunately, Ling Yu is now seriously injured, and told everyone that it is a matter of life and death.

They knew that this might be their only chance to kill Ling Yu.

"Next!"

Ling Yu lay on the ground and cried weakly.

Fang Can has a worried look on his face, for fear that something will happen to Ling Yu.

Qin Wei on the side was heartless and still whistling to the female cultivator on the side.

The female cultivator wanted to scold the other party for being a hooligan, but when she thought of Qin Wei's identity and strength, she had to endure it, but her face was a little unsightly.

Ling Yu, who is also on the prayer platform, hurried to death. She was brothers with such a hooligan, and she must not be a good person.

"I'll kill you!"

At this time, a person came onto the stage from the sky.

After the explosion just now, the arena is now a little dilapidated, and the comer had to land on a larger stone.

Ling Yu used almost all her strength to get up from the ground.

He didn't ask the other party's identity and strength, but just stretched out a hand to face the other party: "Ten Spirit Stones, hand in first and then play."

After going through the previous events, the other party was also decisive in giving Spirit Stones. The essence of Ling Yu's financial fanatic has been seen thoroughly, and there is no need to argue with him here.

After getting the Spirit Stones, Ling Yu is satisfied. Now that he has earned thirty Spirit Stones, if he defeats the person in front of him, it will be forty.

That's a lot of money.

In a small town as isolated from the world as Jingtu City, the annual income is not necessarily worth forty Spirit Stones.

Of course, for a big city like Shuihuai City, 40 Spirit Stones are insignificant.

But it doesn't matter, there will be more to come.

"Under the bangs, the star list is twenty-first."

Ling Yu waved his hand: "Don't introduce me, I don't want to know the name of the loser!"