Dark Moon Era

In the air.

The two figures with almost the same speed collided quickly, ‘嘭 嘭 嘭’, but at the same time, the two banged dozens of punches.

Every punch brought a sound of sonic boom, and the collision of each punch sounded a dull crit.

'Boom boom' A subtle thunderbolt keeps rising from one side's fist.

‘Zila la’, the bearer twitched, but still hesitated with an elbow and slammed into the opponent. After being avoided, a knee with almost no gap hit the opponent ’s lower abdomen.

Sideways, dodging.

But can there still be avoided? A wind blade hit the side of the fist in the incredible eyes of everyone, and a 'brush' swept across the dodging side's forehead.

Across the wind blade, the broken golden hair flew up, and there was a panicked face under a bloodstain on his forehead.

But before it was too late to have extra thoughts, my feet were swept relentlessly by the other foot. When the body flew up, I was bombarded with a heavy punch on the face, and finally fell off the ring.

Is there still a ring? No, it's gone.

Those tents temporarily built with bound iron boxes have long been torn apart.

This unprecedented extreme challenge reached the second half. What level of battle? Iron boxes can't bear it long ago!

Only on the solid main battle channel, the boundaries of the ring were drawn, and it was barely considered a ring.

Vincent's figure at this time crossed the edge line of the simple platform and landed heavily.

A spit of blood spit out of Vincent's mouth, he barely supported his body, and there was only a horrified thought in his brain: "" He, how could it be windy? His talent is wind? "

Obviously, Tang Ling will not give this eleventh-ranked and famous crescent warrior an answer. Time is getting more and more urgent. He shouted, "Next."

Close, getting closer to the target!

Tang Ling stuffed a handful of fierce animal meat into his mouth, breathing heavily.

He is not God. He just persisted on the ring with an unyielding will and strong hatred.

Everyone is guessing Tang Ling's limit, but every time he thinks it is his limit, he will always burst out with more powerful power.

This time, he hit the wind!

With such strength, it is normal to be able to feel the talent ability in advance and use it to a certain extent.

However, people with a little strength will inevitably have a hint of doubt. Why is Tang Ling playing the same way as the sixty-two who failed before?

Isn't it ...! No, this may be too amazing just to think about it! This will make people involuntarily come up with an idea-Tang Ling, who is it?

who is it? Tang Ling himself has no answer. He only knows that there is no meaning to cover up. Since there is no need to cover up, it is better to fight.

The next opponent was already on stage, without any word, holding a spear directly and rushing towards Tang Ling.

Maybe, victory is invincible. But compared to failure, the end of victory is still better!

The top ten is a threshold! It means completely different resources and completely different futures. The cost of losing this ranking is too high, and this crescent fighter cannot afford it.

A weapon? Tang Ling's face didn't change at all. He even closed his eyes at this moment, and could feel the subtle changes around him by his precise instinct.

He needs a little short, quiet time.

Thunderbolt is the second talent he can meet to hit the stage so far.

But it is obviously more difficult to grasp than the talent of wind.

The essence of lightning is the discharge phenomenon caused by the collision of positive and negative charges in the air ... even if the human body has a microcurrent ...

The key to this is ... Thinking of this, Tang Ling suddenly opened his eyes, his wrists lifted, and the wolf bite was pulled out from his waist.

The next moment, they collided with the tip of a crescent-armed soldier on the ring, making a harsh metallic friction sound.

Many people saw this scene and took a sigh of relief!

What kind of extreme prediction is this, can we use a small dagger to block the tip of a long gun? It's so precise that it can't be said. It's harder to know how many times than playing with a long gun with four or two pounds.

Tang Ling, are you using the platform to make progress? Many people think that it is incredible when they think of this possibility.

Off the stage, the elite soldier who said that Tang Ling could only hit the top 20 at most had no face to say any more comments.

He's just incredible. Is there such a genius in this world? He even saw it with his own eyes? Is this a lucky thing in life?

On the stage, the spear is like a dragon, the tip of the gun brings a gust of wind, and it blooms almost at a speed that is difficult to capture.

Tang Ling, like a breeze walking in the gap, is in this dangerous gun net, making incredible limit avoidance, and even from time to time, he can make extremely dangerous attacks.

Using a dagger to face a long gun is definitely a disadvantage. Tang Ling should pull out that long knife to fight.

But from beginning to end, the long knife was like a symbol of protecting Wei An. Tang Ling didn't use his mind at all.

Thirty seconds.

Several new wounds have appeared on Tang Ling's body, and the harsh sound of the collision of weapons on the stage is endless.

One minute.

Tang Ling still has wounds on his body, but it has gradually decreased. He seems to have grasped the opponent's gun routine, and he is more and more able to avoid it.

71 seconds.

A harsh sound came, and with Tang Ling's "You lost", people were just surprised to see that the spear suddenly broke into three sections, and at the moment of the break, Tang Ling's entire body had invaded Above him, he gripped the crescent warrior with one hand, and the wolf bit the cold blade against the crescent warrior's neck.

what happened? Don't say the people who are surprised by the audience, even the tenth-ranked crescent warrior is confused for a while.

Why did his gun break somehow? This is the C-level alloy spear that he has saved for a long time.

And if it wasn't because the spear suddenly broke, and the whole person could not respond, how could Tang Ling seize this momentary opportunity and lose directly?

But for all possible reasons, failure is failure. If it is a real battlefield, the dagger is not on its neck, but has already crossed the artery and cut its throat ....

"I concede." The tenth-ranked crescent warrior sighed and shouted directly.

According to the rules of the challenge, if the opponent does not admit defeat in time, even if the opponent kills himself, it is not illegal.

Tang Ling let go of his hand, and the crescent warrior glanced at Tang Ling and wanted to ask him how he did it, but it was estimated that Tang Ling would not answer, and he had to pick up the broken gun, and some walked away towards the platform. go with.

"Royce, can it be you? Can you do it?" At this time, on a lookout tower far from the ring, a seemingly lazy Ziyue soldier suddenly asked a question.

This Ziyue soldier, if Tang Ling saw it, he would recognize it at a glance. Isn't that the lightning of the night-Anthony?

Anthony, as a Ziyue warrior, with the breakthrough of the gene lock, his brain will also be improved, and his memory is very good.

Naturally, Tang Ling will not be forgotten. Three months ago, as a rookie who brought the barrier of hope into the air, he stood in the command center and looked shocked.

Just three months, has grown up like this? There is such a genius in Security Zone 17, why is it not to be cherished? Instead, he is the absolute high-level of the No. 17 safety zone, and he will definitely try his best to protect and cultivate such a genius.

But the Once family who will soon be in power will obviously not think so. It can be seen that there is a great grudge between them and this kid ...

Thinking of this, Anthony rubbed his nose. Is he thinking too much for someone like himself who likes to stay out of everything?

But the Ziyue warrior, named Royce, said: "Instead, it's me, and I'm assuming that my opponent is a person of my strength. It's quite difficult to do this."

"I found that Tang Ling was extremely omnipotent in the battle. His battle was a complete weapon advantage. The dagger on his hand should be made of B-grade alloy."

"As the saying goes, one inch is one inch strong, one inch is short and one inch dangerous. The dagger seems to be losing money on the spear, but through the action that seems to resist, it is actually a tactic to cut the spear multiple times. It is also a tactic, and it is very effective! His talent ... "Speaking of which, Royce didn't say any more.

Indeed, without the confusing predictive power of Tang Ling, who would dare to take such a risk? Don't say to slash the spear in the gap between dodges, and to chop the same place multiple times, even if you can achieve such a long and effective dodge, you are very lucky.

Therefore, a more amazing result can be inferred from this: if Tang Ling did not adopt this tactic, he would not even be injured.

The slash action will delay time and interrupt the dodge action.

I have to say that the eyesight of Ziyue soldiers is indeed not comparable to the average person.

The result of the puzzle of the crescent soldier was easily understood by them, but even if they could not judge, Tang Ling chose this tactic in order to save physical strength and time.

Breaking the gun, seizing the opportunity, one-shot killing really saves energy and time more than trying to fight to the end.

After all, there are 9 people left, which is a bone harder than one.

By this time, Tang Ling took 27 minutes.

This time seems to be amazing, but it is a reasonable range. As long as the strength is in place, the masters' tricks are only in the slightest, without taking too long.

If a certain game takes too long and the entanglement is too long, it can only show that it is the limit of strength and the two sides are evenly matched.

There are 9 more! Tang Ling's eyes were burning with warlike warfare.

And over there, Cowlein seemed to be very busy. He hid in the corner and kept whispering something to the communicator, and then hung up, and then connected the communicator, as if he had obtained permission Reported in layers.

Andrew's face was paler.

There is not much time left for him. With his wisdom, he must be able to think, what is the reason for Tang Ling to launch this challenge?

Everyone was shocked by Tang Ling's strength, but Andrew would not be shocked.

Whether it is the intelligence obtained from Amir on weekdays or the analysis from Aber's attitude, it all points to Tang Ling being at least the heavyweight on that list.

It is strange that the characters on that list are weak.

Is there no hope for himself? This is not the case! This round set by Tang Ling is a bright round. When it comes to himself, he has only one choice left.

But no matter what you choose, the end is terrible.

When my life is here, it seems that the light of tomorrow is no longer visible.

On stage, the ninth-ranked crescent warrior has already stepped up.

Tang Ling's situation does not seem to be as calm as he was just now. As soon as he was challenged for nearly a hundred games, he was tired and he was more or less injured. What's more important is that he returned from the underground battlefield. He was injured there as well, and there were layers on the skin of the left forearm, like burns.

However, those who understand also know that you must not believe in such a representation. Tang Ling's undisguised eating of fierce beast meat is seen by many people.

No one has thought about whether he will have pain. After all, a person who has begun a formal training, the cells have been washed by energy, and they can already bear this pain, and there will be no weakness.

Everyone is thinking, how can Tang Ling have so many fierce beasts?

The fighting is continuing, and it is moving in increasingly fierce directions.

As time passed by minute by minute, Aber's face had become a little ugly, and he seemed to know what Tang Ling wanted to do.

But the patriarch was still talking, and no specific instructions had been conveyed.

In a completely closed room, the purple light is shining, as if the substantial energy flows back and forth in the room like water.

If you look closely, you will find that this room is made of a whole energy stone, but in such a luxurious room, there is only a figure sitting in the middle.

This figure is unusually tall, even if Su Yao, who is as strong as a mountain, will be crushed directly in front of this figure.

But it is such a tall figure, but there is almost no sense of existence.

He just breathes once every interval.

And as he sucked, the purple energy in the entire room would form a vortex, flowing sharply towards his body, drilling into the nasal cavity.

Then, with his cry, it will be sprayed out of his mouth, like a sharp arrow, it will last forever.

He's practicing, as long as people who understand the realm of the exercises a little bit know that the person sitting in the room has entered some kind of supreme realm, such as the state of turtle-breathing.

No one dares to guess how powerful a person is at this state.

At this moment, a light and soft vibration sound sounded in the room, and the figure of practicing exercises opened his eyes and said lowly, "Come in."

As his voice had just fallen, a small door opened in a hole in this room, and a figure in a black robe held a very advanced communicator in both hands and walked into the room respectfully.

"Master, there is important news." The man in the black robe said softly, and handed the communicator in his hand.

The face of this figure appeared a little fuzzy in the purple energy. He ‘um’, then took the hand-held communicator, but ‘Hey’ once.

There was a trembling voice over the communicator, very careful voice, did not dare to have too much nonsense, and just uttered all the information in 151.

But there was no change in the expression of this figure. He just said, ‘I know, stay alive. Before ten o’clock tomorrow, the star—the shadow—will come directly. ’

At this point, the figure seemed to think of something, and said, "No matter what kind of oppression you use, you must use all the power you can."

After saying this, the man hung up the communicator.

But the figure of the black robe did not leave for the first time, but asked a little uneasily: "Lord, according to information, it is the person's son. Only one person is sent, isn't it?"

"Not a single person, he will lead a ten-man squad." The figure called the Lord replied.

"In this way, I don't think it's safe. Otherwise, let Mr. L ...?" The Heipao people made a suggestion.

"No need. The evidence is not enough, just a seed is not enough to prove it. Moreover, the seed has many forms, and the form shown by him is just the primary form that many seeds will show." The Lord answered this.

"But there are not many seeds. If misplaced ..." After saying this, the man in black robe quickly bowed again, expressing fear.

The Lord stood up and said verbatim: "The key evidence lies in the gene chain, and we have locked a total of nine suspected targets. The whereabouts of the wild lion is the key. Recently, people who suspected the wild lion appeared in Greece. Luocheng. "

"Tang Yun of Hero City is the key to his goal. His gene chain performance ..."

"I understand the meaning of the Lord, the main target location is still in the city of Hero. At that time, comparing with the gene chain of Long Shao will definitely find out that person's son." The man in black robe immediately realized.

"Yes ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Hero city is a first-class safe city, the power is extremely powerful, I care more about it, you go to work." The Lord commanded this.

Heipao people heard the words, holding the communicator, and stepped out carefully in the face of the Lord.

As the door of the room closed, the master seemed to have lost his mind in practicing the exercises. He walked to the edge of the room and pushed gently with one hand, and a huge window was pushed open.

The roaring wind suddenly filled the entire room, and the Lord looked into the distance and said lowly, "Tang Feng, Tang Yun? The situation is rising again?"

"Even if you die, do you want to leave a trace of hope? No, the dead have no hope. The mystery you left will be cracked, and the Tinder Plan of that year will be wiped out one by one by me. "

"This includes your son."

"Time, not too long."

While speaking, the Lord looked up, his eyes seemed to penetrate the endless clouds, penetrate the atmosphere, and looked at the endless universe.