Chapter 818： Tragic

Even standing in the crowd, he stands out from the crowd, attracting the attention of many people, all marveling at his huge figure.

As time passed, all the people who came up from the surrounding crowd were punched back with three punches and two kicks. Facing everyone's gaze and the undisguised provocation in their eyes so calmly and calmly.

"Only half a finger..."

A low-pitched sigh slowly sounded from the mouth of the fleshly enlightened man whose muscles were knotted and slowly bulging. Lu Ren could wait, but they couldn't wait anymore.

Then he suddenly erupted, raised his fist up, and the next moment it turned into a big grinding palm, and he dropped it casually, unexpectedly pressing down a female cultivator in the middle of the celestial realm beside him to death.

"Dillon!

"

Facing Ti Lung's sudden violent murder, Fang Ling roared with uncontrollable anger, and a cold light suddenly lit up in his hand. Under the light of the fire, the long sword in his hand seemed to be covered with a faint light. Brilliant and silvery, it is really beautiful, but it is also soul-stirring.

The sword is like flowing water, the sound of the sword is as light as a cicada, and its momentum is so swift and swift. At this moment, Di Long, who is about 2.5 meters tall, barely moved his waist to avoid his vital parts.

The long sword was extremely sharp, even Di Long's steel and iron bones, which could resist even a magic weapon at the level of a celestial being without damage, were easily cut open by this sword and went straight into the depths of his abdomen.

With a muffled snort, Di Long's arm was like a huge pillar supporting the sky, pressing down horizontally. Its force was so great that it pierced the air, and the air was lifted like a turbid white wave, trying to smash Fang Ling to death.

Fang Ling's body is light, his expression is calm and undisturbed, he leaps like a civet cat, avoiding Di Lon's fist as dangerously as if his waist is boneless, and then he bullies himself and fights with him without stopping.

Seeing that these two strong fighters took the lead, the rest of the immortals had different thoughts, but they also knew that they should deal with the strong fighters first, so that they could find a chance to get on the manned lantern.

Everyone also understood in their hearts that if they want them to be promoted, no matter what, they need to kill the strongest in the team to have a chance.

Almost in an instant, all the other angels turned to Ti Lung, desperately besieging and killing them. Now the one with the strongest advantage is this Di Lon who is walking the road of physical sanctification.

The scene became extremely tragic the moment it started, and the rest of the gods knew that they couldn't hide it. Once there was any hesitation, he might die in this battle the next moment.

Almost everyone fell into a white-hot state the moment they shot, and almost every breath was splashed with blood on the spot, life or death was unknown.

But within a minute, except for Fang Ling and Di Lon, the eight standing people were all blood splattered on the spot.

"I, I am unwilling!

"

Someone had bleeding from the corner of his mouth, his eyes were blood red, his expression was resentful, and his body was still trying to struggle. His strong desire to survive made him maintain a strong vitality even after being hit to the point, making him want to seize every opportunity to fight back.

However, a cold light flashed, the long sword pierced through the back of the opponent's forehead, and all the layout of the chest disappeared.

Fang Ling, whose face was like gold paper, slowly pulled out the long sword from the forehead of this celestial being. For her, she was born in the devil way, and she has come all the way to this day. The bones she killed with her own hands can pile up a huge mountain. .

Di Long, who was not far away, was also covered in blood. He strangled a celestial being to death and threw it on the ground.

The people around who watched all this didn't show any fear at all because of the cruelty of the scene. On the contrary, almost everyone's face was flushed in a different way, and there were shouts in their mouths that they didn't even understand.

The whole scene almost fell into a world of monsters driven by emotions, all of them were bloodthirsty and cruel, and their eyes were red.

Fang Ling glanced at the incense that was about to burn out, and was about to rush forward again to decide the outcome for Di Long, but when he was about to make a move, his body abruptly stopped the charge, with the long sword across his chest, and he retreated crazily On the edge, looking warily at Lu Ren who suddenly appeared on the side.

"It seems that your strengths are even, it is difficult to tell the winner, and I still need to end the game."

Lu Ren's flat voice came to mind in their ears, and they couldn't help but make Fang Ling and Di Long feel pain in their hearts. Although they knew in their hearts that once they had a tragic fight, Lu Ren would definitely stand up and pick up the leak, but they couldn't stop it. This kind of love.

This is Chi Guoguo's conspiracy. They are not like Lu Ren. They missed the Lantern Festival this time. With their strong physique, they can still make it to next year's Lantern Festival and plan this manned lantern again.

Di Long's complexion was uncertain. As a practitioner who became enlightened in the flesh, his resistance to the infestation of the city was much higher than those of the heavenly monks who had taken off their flesh shells, condensed their bodies with their souls, and focused on the path of their souls.

Primordial spirit and celestial monks like Fang LingIn order to resist the infiltration of the city, they are almost skinny and almost become human skeletons. The situation is extremely difficult, and they can only leave the city for this Lantern Festival. Once missed, I am afraid that I will sink completely, and there will be no more chances.

She can only fight!

After being silent for a few seconds, Di Long took a deep look at Lu Ren, and then left without looking back, obviously intending to let go of the plan to leave the city through the manned lantern this time, and wait until next year's lantern On the first day of the festival, avoid Lu Ren, a monster-level strongman, and leave the city.

Watching Ti Lung go away quietly, the bones of his body quickly tightened and shrunk, and after disappearing from the crowd at last, Lu Rencai turned his head to look at Fang Ling, who was standing with a long sword in his hand, with a resolute and unyielding expression.

This made Lu Ren touch his nose in embarrassment: "Fang Daoyou, your appearance makes me look like a demon."

Seeing that Fang Ling was silent, Lu Ren put down his hands and said calmly, "If you retreat now, you may still live for a while."

Fang Ling's expression was neither sad nor happy, and he said calmly: "Instead of living in the corner of the gutter, it's better to fight for a glimmer of hope with your life, friend Lu, make a move."

Lu Ren made a final attempt and asked: "I really don't think about it anymore. Maybe I will attack the city lord's mansion. The city lord will send someone to exile you in the frontier and send you into the army. Maybe you can get rid of the pain of sinking."

Fang Ling said calmly: "Even if this is a way out, a real and feasible way out of the city, the end result is not being imprisoned in a cage, life cannot be controlled by oneself, like a walking dead, going to the so-called frontier battlefield fight."

Lu Ren nodded slightly, and didn't stop persuading him. He glanced at the fragrance that was burning to the end like fingertips, and immediately bowed slightly. , as if a faint gleam of water had condensed on the axe.