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Hong Ling didn't know where he was in the ancient battlefield, but he could feel that there was a crisis everywhere in this ancient region. At this time, he converged his breath to the extreme, and his body quickly flew forward in the wilderness, just like a fast and silent ghost.

Many powerful monsters can only sense a faint breath, and then lose the figure of Hongling. In their perception, this human teenager is no different from some weak insects. His bloodiness even makes many monsters have no desire to kill at all.

There seems to be a lot of poisonous insects in the deep underground of this area. However, these poisonous insects are thousands of times larger than the external insects. Just an hour of rapid sneaking, Hongling felt nearly ten demon forces, the strength of which is no less than the centipede he killed. These powerful beings are all hiding in the depths of a hundred feet, trying to launch a surprise attack on the powerful monks or monsters passing by.

As for Hongling, who has already converged her breath to the extreme, she can't get into their eyes at all. Now Hongling has entered the ancient battlefield and is not in a hurry to kill these powerful monsters. The time velocity in the ancient battlefield was quite different from that in the outside world. After spending a month here, the outside world only spent one day.

All the friars were able to stay in this ancient battlefield for one month, which is equivalent to two and a half years. Hong Ling believed that with such a time, he would definitely be able to upgrade his cultivation to the realm of practicing emptiness and combining Taoism. What he needs to do now is to have a good understanding of this ancient battlefield. If you can get something, if you don't, then he won't care too much.

"I wish Su Yu could be nice to them and not have any trouble!" Hongling's toes are constantly on the weathered and cracked rocks, and his body is like a swan flying across the sky. His long hair fluttered wantonly, and his robes were filled with the long wind, fluttering and hunting.

He is constantly scanning around with divine consciousness, and suddenly feels an indescribable wave of true Qi, which is raging in front of him. And with the floating of this Qi machine, he also sensed another hidden demon force, which was releasing a powerful destructive force.

Two powerful columns of air broke through the air and stirred the storm. The terrible air machines tore each other over the sky, forming a huge cyclone. Hongling can sense that these two kinds of breath seem to be in the realm of refining deficiency and combining Tao. He hesitated, not knowing whether he should rush to the crowd. He did not know where the other monk was. If he accidentally caused trouble, he would have a headache.

However, before he could make a decision, the man on the opposite side was already shooting at him. Even if it is far away, Hong Ling still feels that the other party's divine consciousness has locked itself. Soon, a small black spot appeared in the focal length of his pupil. He was a friar dressed in mink, and his blood was incomparable. Behind him, there was a huge wasp hanging.

This wasp is no different from the common wasp. It has a brown carapace, and the thin wings behind it constantly vibrate. It stirs the air flow in the void, making it extremely fast. It's huge compound eyes, at this time the bone is rolling, a continuous dense streamer, from the amber like eyes emerge.

Hong Ling took a look and felt dizzy. Obviously, the eye of this poisonous bee has a powerful magic effect. Hong Ling was slightly surprised. There was no doubt that the huge wasp was very difficult to deal with. The man's eyes were full of horror at the time when he was plundering towards him.

Behind him, there were wisps of blood mist. A sound of hissing, is constantly coming, as if by boiling oil pouring general. Hongling can sense that the tail of the poisonous bee is stabbed with sharp needles, but it is crushed by the true Qi of the Friar's body protection. And between its thin wings, there is also a strong blade emerging. These blades contain powerful toxins.

The monk must have been hit in the back by the poisonous bee's needle or blade. At this time, he sensed the breath of Hongling, and then rushed to him, hoping that Hongling could save him. Unfortunately, when he sensed that the young man in white had only the practice of refining God in the middle stage, his face with a trace of expectation showed a look of despair.

Although such a young man has a strong talent, there is no possibility that he can compete with the poisonous bee who is practicing the virtual and harmonious way. Seeing the distance between them getting closer and closer, the monk bit his teeth and shook his body, leading the wasp to another place.

At the beginning, he tried to let Hong Ling, who was aware of his own situation, save him with a cry for help. However, when he confirmed Hongling's cultivation, the whole person finally stopped having this illusion. He didn't want to let Hong Ling die in vain. It was worthless.

Hongling saw him lead away the wasp, and was slightly stunned. The monk, it seems, has a little conscience. Although his original motive was not pure, he eventually took it away. Such a man is worth saving. At the thought of this, the young man took the sad sword out of thin air.

He caressed the body of the sword lightly, and there was a flash of thunder between his fingers. The young man grasped the long sword full of thunder, and the real Qi in his body poured into it continuously, which gave birth to countless powerful sword meanings. Seeing the sword constantly humming, he turned his wrist, took a sword flower, and threw sad God mercilessly.Hum! The sharp sword shot out in an instant. In an instant, its speed far exceeded that of the poisonous bee and the friar. Seeing that it was about to collide with the poisonous bee, Hongling's pupil was locked, and the vast divine consciousness gushed out of the purple mansion and poured into the sword. The long sword, which was originally swift and swift, split and turned into a mirage in an instant. Ten swords, with a sharp metal buzzing sound, pierce directly into the body of the wasp.

HISHI, wisps of poisonous blood, in the void in the wind. The wings of the wasp, as well as its venomous glands, were directly defeated by Hongling's long sword. With a long hiss, it turned over and fell down from the sky. With a bang, it fell on the ground. Its huge body, constantly rolling, scraping the ground out of a deep gully.

The monk, who was fleeing rapidly, saw that the wasp was directly hit by the sword and was dying. His eyes were full of horror. How could this boy, this boy, have such a terrible weapon. Is it, in the legend, the sacred vessel? At this time, the crisis has been lifted, he fell from the air a little weak, looking at Hong Ling with vigilance.

Such a character is not what he can fight against at present. However, if he had the sword, no matter how large the ancient battlefield was, he could go there. The heart is short of snake swallowing the elephant. Seeing Hong Ling take up his sword and turn around to leave, the monk finally opens his mouth.

"This childe, please wait!" There was a slight tremor in the monk's voice, as if in fear, but also as if excited.

"You call me?" Hong Ling turned around and looked at him with some doubts.

"Yes, thank you very much for saving your life! I'm a monk of golden tent of king of grassland in xuanhuang world, huyanliang! Haven't you consulted the young master about his name? " Hu Yanliang looked at Hong Ling and asked sincerely.

Hong Ling took a serious look at him, and there was a subtle twinkle in his eyes. With a smile, he said, "I am the matchless son of the great Chu, Hongling! Young master Huyan, it's dangerous here. You'd better hurry up and find a place to heal yourself! "

His tone did not have too much surprise, grassland Wang Tingjin Zhang, he knew. It was a powerful tribe thousands of miles away from the northern border of great Chu, and the most powerful force in the whole heaven given grassland. The territory under its control was no worse than that of the great Chu state. In addition to the rich resources of the great Chu, there are also monks in the Tianci grassland, which is no less than that of the great Chu.

There are rumors. In the far north of the grassland, there are also very powerful ice and snow people who breed in the ice and snow. Hongling didn't know whether it was true or not, but he was very familiar with the king's tent. Sun Jia's father, the Zhenwu army under the command of sun Shan, the Marquis of Yutian, was stationed in the northern border of great Chu to guard against the invasion of the cavalry troops in the golden tent of the grassland king.

The great Chu Kingdom has been founded for thousands of years, occupying the central region of the xuanhuang world, surrounded by various imperial tribes. Among them, the conflict between the Empire and the king's court was particularly serious. If not for the Great Wall in the north, I'm afraid the wolf riding on the grassland would have been rampant in Dachu.

"It turned out to be his highness. His name has been heard of in huyanliang for a long time. It's really unique to see honor now. " Hu Yanliang flattered her, which made Hong Ling feel very interesting. Can rough and wild grassland men like this? Seeing the strange look on Hong Ling's face, he immediately said, "son of God, I'm really hurt by that poisonous bee. I don't know if you can condescend to give me a medicine!"

Hu Yanliang took out a jade bottle and handed it to Hong Ling. This jade vase is actually carved from rare blood jade with complicated veins. The strong medicinal properties are diffused around the medicine bottle, just like the mist around the mountain. Strands of strong vitality rippled from the fog.

After pondering for a while, Hong Ling finally took the medicine bottle and was ready to open it. At this time, Hu Yanliang, who is standing in front of Hong Ling, is suddenly in a dilemma. There was a strong air movement in his palm, and with a bang, he directly broke the blood jade medicine bottle.

Wisps of blood mist, scattered in front of Hong Ling, in an instant, penetrated into his limbs. The teenager sensed that with the continuous invasion of the blood mist into his body, the blood gas and true Qi in his body had the tendency of freezing. Moreover, these blood fog, containing strong toxicity, actually made his consciousness become more and more heavy.

"How dare you bite the hand that feeds you! Huyanliang, are you afraid of death? " Hong Ling's body quickly retreated and opened the distance with this man. His breath became weaker and weaker.

"Shizi, what are you talking about? Our grassland Wangting and big Chu are enemies. Since I was born in the royal family of King's court, when I met members of the royal family of Da Chu, I naturally wanted to kill them in return for their cultivation. The son of heaven did not simply think that I would be grateful to you for saving me just now, and even regard you as a savior! This is ridiculous

Huyan's eyes are full of ridicule. Although the son of the great Chu looks good, he is nothing but a waste. Even his means could not be seen through. If he was not afraid of this son's powerful magic weapon, he would not have been chatting with him with a low brow. As long as you kill him, the magic weapon of no owner is his own. At that time, he will be able to roam freely in this ancient battlefield.

"Hu Yanliang, don't talk to me about what's righteous. Tell me, what are you doing to me for? " Hongling's tone is a little cold. If you watch carefully, you will see the thunder in his eyes. Originally in his body's rampant poison fog, is being strong nine turn thunder rapid erase."It doesn't matter if I tell you that I'm Hu Yanliang. I'm interested in the sword you just used to kill poisonous bees. If you will obliterate the mark in this magic instrument and give it to me, I will give you a good time. Otherwise, once the poison of wolf's blood breaks out, I'm afraid you will not be able to bear this little body! "

Hu Yanliang looks at Hong Ling with a smile. His intention of killing is getting stronger and stronger. He can't drag on any longer. If he's late, he will change. Since this matchless son of the world can appear here, it is enough to show that not only the two of them were transported here, but also other friars must have arrived here. He must quickly kill this matchless son, find a place to heal, and refine his magic weapon.

"So it is. If you are innocent, you will be guilty. Huyanliang, under the nine springs, remember that the one who killed you is the matchless son of the great Chu, Hongling Hongling snorted coldly, the original dispirited breath suddenly rose again.

Hum, the sad sword appeared in front of his eyes and was grasped by him. The young one foot bang of the earth step out of a pit, body shape has been swept out. The long sword in his hand, at this time, slowly emerged the wisps of thunder. These dazzling electric arcs are gradually enhancing the power of the long sword to the extreme.

"How can it be that you're all right. A man poisoned by Wolf blood. Even if they are strong in the holy land, they can never be safe and sound. How can you have nothing? No, it's absolutely impossible Hu Ling's eyes are full of more and more powerful breath.

How could the matchless son of the great Chu be so terrible that he could not even shake the blood of the wolf which made people smell pale on the grassland. How did he do it? What kind of monster is this teenager? Seeing that Hong Ling shot rapidly and violently, Hu Yanliang gritted his teeth and took out a long knife. His strength poured into the blade.

With a long knife, he resisted the sharp pain from the wound corroded by bee venom on his back, and his body shape was also plunging towards Hongling. On the long knife in his hand, there was a lonely Wolf roar, like a Sirius howling moon, which made people feel shocked. However, the son in white on the opposite side was not affected by this force at all.

"Die for me!" Hu Yanliang's voice was quick and irritable.

The sad sword is full of fierce thunder at this time, just like the God's front falling down nine days. Under the wave of Hongling, it turns into a dark golden cold light in the void, like the waning moon falling into the sky at dawn, falling towards huyanliang.

"Dead man, it's you!" Hong Ling snorted coldly.

Clang, between heaven and earth sounded the sonorous sound of sword collision. At this time, Hu Yanliang suddenly covers his throat with his left hand. There, a tiny blood line is continuously spraying blood. He stares at the knife in his hand, his eyes are full of puzzled color. Click, a smooth crack, spread over the long knife. The long Dao, which is at the top of the Tianjie magic weapon, is actually Shengsheng fracture. Half of the blade fell at the foot of the king's gold tent monk and inserted into the earth.

When he died, Hu Yanliang didn't understand how Hongling could dissolve his wolf blood poison. At this time, his eyes were wide open and his pupils were staring at the matchless son in white, and his face was full of unwilling color. He is the king of grassland gold tent peerless Tianjiao, half of his life, did not expect to die in a lower realm than his own hands. He is not willing to!

"Well, the one who feeds the hand that feeds him deserves more than his death!" With a quick move, Hong Ling put up the ring of space of huyanliang, and his figure flashed and disappeared in place.

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