Chapter 917

"Why are we chasing you so hard? Don't you count it in your heart?" A strong man said in a bad voice.

Lingxiao heard the speech and said, "but what I said before seems to be a fact!"

As soon as the words came out, the nine people were sent to kill Lingxiao with a knife.

It's just a pity that they can't catch up with Lingxiao, and they can't kill Lingxiao at all.

First, they can't do it. Second, they can't beat Lingxiao

At the entrance of the place of artistic conception, the old man saw that the little light spot of nine people appeared at 800 meters, and his face was almost wrinkled with laughter.

It's not only him who laughs at the frills, but also a group of top class mages.

They know what that means.

According to past experience, 7 or 8 of 20 people have reached 800 meters, which is already a very good result.

Only 16 people went in this time, but there were 10 people at 800 meters!

In this depth, there is almost 80% possibility to understand and master the artistic conception of martial arts!

You said, how can the old man and a group of mages be unhappy?

Not to mention, it's still in war.

A master of martial arts artistic conception of the strong, and an ordinary strong, can not be compared.

That is, they don't know what's going on inside. If they know, it will make them numb!

In the land of artistic conception, Lingxiao and the nine strong men start their pursuit journey again.

It's just that the painting style at this time is completely different from that before.

Lingxiao runs slowly in front of him with ease and freehand brushwork, followed by nine strong people who are beyond the boundary dozens of meters behind him.

"Can you do it or not? Come on Lingxiao ran and yelled behind him.

Nine strong heard this, said want to hit!

Man, how can you say no? But they can't hold it any longer!

"You Slow down One said weakly.

His clothes have been wet with sweat, and his whole body is the same as he was fished out of the water.

Lingxiao replied, "if you can't run, I'll rush."

"Go! You can rush, rush. " Said another.

Lingxiao smell speech, directly toward 900 meters in the past.

Soon, he set foot in the land of artistic conception 900 meters!

Stepping into the depth of 900 meters, Lingxiao feels the barrier power of artistic conception rising wildly!

With Lingxiao's strong physical strength, they all couldn't hold on and almost fell to their knees.

Lingxiao clenched his teeth and controlled his figure.

“cao！” Lingxiao scolded in his heart.

After seeing this scene, the nine strong men behind understood that not far from the front was the depth of 900 meters.

The next moment, they saw Lingxiao trembling body, step by step forward.

Although it seems that you may fall to the ground at any time, Lingxiao is still in the past.

Even in the whole process, he did not stop practicing!

When the nine strong men saw this scene, they were also convinced.

Although they admit that as Ling said, there is a big gap between their talent and Lingxiao's.

But no one would want to admit that the gap with others is as big as a galaxy.

At least, they should have reached 900 meters, right?

Nine strong support tired body, accelerated a trace of speed, toward 900 meters slowly.