Youth's Cultivation

"Fire snake amulet, go!"

Wang Xiaohu waved and patted a talisman. It was the middle-class talisman obtained from Zheng Yulong. The middle-class talisman is equivalent to a four to six layer spell attack. Wang Xiaohu didn't expect the fire snake talisman to win, but he should be able to do it for some time.

"Hum, do you have a talisman! Vajra amulet, get up! "

Ling Zhan didn't want to stop his sword move, so he took a defensive diamond amulet on his body

"Peng!"

The fire snake talisman attacked the golden light curtain that just appeared. The light curtain shook, but it did not dissipate. Obviously, it is the same as the middle-grade talisman. The talisman who made the Vajra talisman has a better understanding of the magic of Vajra shield.

"Clang!"

"Eh, what does that guy mean by throwing his sword? Surrender? "

"No, you see, this is a sword..." someone exclaimed when he saw the Epee in Wang Xiaohu's hand.

"Hiss... It should be four or five thousand kilograms. This boy is only smart three layers..."

...

"Kill!" For those who want to kill themselves, Wang Xiaohu is never polite. He cuts out with an unskilled sword. This sword completely uses all his strength.

"Cut!"

Ling Zhan didn't expect that this guy could wave such a weapon at the moment. Is this still a human? Ling Zhan feels the fatal threat. If he can't stop this sword, he will die

Does this guy dare to kill himself? If it was before, he absolutely didn't believe that an outside disciple dared to kill the Ling family, but now, Wang Xiaohu's sword is definitely running to kill him

"Boom..."

With a roar, those watching the excitement all around hurriedly avoided. The red aura blocked their sight. After hearing the two collisions, the scene in front of them was clear again

Hiss

Wang Xiaohu bumped into the wall of the courtyard. Because he held an unskilled sword in his hand, he collapsed the wall and fell outside the wall. At the moment, Ling Zhan was even more miserable. He fell to the ground, covered with blood, and his right arm was cut off shoulder to shoulder

"Er... Wu..." Ling Zhan sobbed, but couldn't make a clear tone.

"Wow..." when he heard the noise and looked back, Wang Xiaohu came in from outside the collapsed courtyard wall. The bugong sword had entered the storage bag. His current situation was also a little miserable. His newly grown hair was burned to a few, his clothes were broken and bloody, and his left arm was hanging. It was obvious that he had temporarily lost his mobility.

Wang Xiaohu returned to the yard under the surprised eyes of the people, and then walked towards the purple sword he threw on the ground.

"What's this guy doing?"

"He's going to kill Ling Zhan? Are you crazy? "

"Hum, only Ling Zhan is allowed to kill?"

"He is Ling's family..."

...

Wang Xiaohu picked up his sword and walked towards Ling Zhan. Ling Zhan moved back with his only active left leg. He didn't think he would be defeated by a smart third-tier disciple, and this man dared to kill him in public

"You, you can't kill him..." Ling Yu has the impulse to run, but he leaves Ling Zhan to run. He knows what kind of sad things will wait for him.

Wang Xiaohu looked at Ling Yu and raised his mouth. "Don't worry, I promise to break your five limbs and will never forget..."

Ling Yu has an impulse to escape quickly. This guy is a madman, a complete madman... Why do you provoke him!

"Don't, don't kill... Me... Ling... Home..." Ling Zhan tried his best to say this sentence is not complete!

Wang Xiaohu, with a familiar joke in his eyes, highlighted two words, "it's late!"

"Boy, save his life, or it will be more troublesome!" Wang Xiaohu heard a voice in his mind. He looked sideways and saw the drunken old man in the Sutra Pavilion standing next to him. He was the Deacon elder of the other courtyard on the top of the mountain!

The old man with rosacea didn't expect Wang Xiaohu to capture his position so soon. His surprise was not over, and his mouth opened immediately