Mixed Miners

"嘭", Yang Ling fell heavily on the ground, the intensive sword shadow like a locust chasing and slamming, and soon he was thrown into a large pit.

"嘀~!"

"Warning, energy is not enough, please add energy!"

The sparkling light of the metamorphic stone embedded in the chest became weaker and weaker, gradually dimming until it was completely powdered after an attack by Feijian.

"It seems that Laozi really wants to hang up this time!" Yang Ling felt like a rag doll at this time. The body kept bouncing and rolling under the attack of Feijian. The limbs and the internal organs were all messed up into a pulp. Paste, there is no power to take out the meta-crystalline spar in the ring, he wants to enter the miners system, the result... did not succeed!

The pitted system, even if you can't get in, let's give the last invincible aura to a head office?

Just as he closed his eyes as he watched the ever-expanding sword in his pupil, suddenly a shadow appeared in front of him, like a huge door panel blocking the flying sword.

"When 啷~" a loud noise.

Then there was a tragic singer who was not male or female. "Boss, today, the next year, I must remember to give me a scent on the grave... and... I remember burning a little movie of one hundred and eighty g, the younger brother, I will go first. step!"

"Ah~!"

After an earth-shattering scream, the voice came to an end.

Ten seconds... twenty seconds... thirty seconds...

Yang Ling slowly opened his eyes, the flying sword disappeared, and all the sounds had disappeared. In addition to the whistling wind, the ears seemed to echo the last scream of the stick.

He struggled to sit up and tried to turn around his neck and look at it. In addition to a large pit that was more than ten meters long under his body, it seemed to be bombed by a bomb. It was still surrounded by ice and snow.

What about sticks?

Yang Lingqiang endured the pain of the whole body, and opened his mouth and spit out a few mouthfuls of blood that had solidified and slowly stood up.

Not far from the big pit, a piece of twisted, gray and sloppy thing lies on the ground, like a piece of waste treated by a 10,000-ton hydraulic press. A flying sword that is more than a foot long is inserted on it. Next, like cramps.

"stick?"

Yang Ling shouted a few words in confusion. This thing didn't move at all. He couldn't help but sigh. It seems that the stick hangs again in order to block Feijian, but I don't know if there is any luck there.

He reached out and grasped the hilt of the flying sword. As a result, a huge amount of energy broke out from the flying sword and rushed directly into his body. At the same time as the hand bounced, he was also bombarded and flew out seven or eight meters. Once again, I got into the pit.

Yang Ling had a strange posture. This time he was lying in the pit for ten minutes, and the body pumped for a long time and did not get up.

My day, your uncle!

Yang Ling looked at the empty sky with no eyes, and finally the body disappeared with a slight shake.

In the small yard of the miners' system, Yang Ling was covered with mud at the moment, and he was almost invisible. He bit his teeth and slowly climbed to the side of the well. He buried his head in the water and poured it into the mouth, until he couldn’t drink it. The upper eye sighed and gasped on the well.

After more than an hour, he slowly sat up, took a handful of spar and turned his mouth to spurt a blood. Now he almost reached the edge of the collapse, and Dan Tian was in a mess, even if he opened the storage. The simple thing of a ring can hardly be done.

Two days later, in a messy crater in the halfway of the snow mountain, the air fluctuated slightly. Yang Ling suddenly appeared. The body was still full of dirt, and the hair boards were formed into pieces. The face was as if it was dozens of big men. Dozens of women look like a few days and nights.

At a glance, he saw the stick lying on the ground and still flying the sword. He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he went straight to the front of the flying sword. He turned a piece of metamorphic stone into his hand and wrist. The bracelet quickly disintegrated and soon became a pair of armor to wrap him up.

The shape of the streamlined black and white color is from head to toe. The metamorphic stone is embedded in the chest position of the armor. The face resembles a Tai Chi pattern, half white and half black, and the two fish eyes are flashing red.

Yang Ling hesitated to grab a hilt, and a huge energy shock broke out in his hand. In the vibration of "噗噗", the surface of the meteor armor was constantly flashing black and white.

"Come out~!" Yang Ling screamed, his hands violently pumping.

"Ah~~"

With a scream of screaming, Feijian raised high and brought a gray smoke. The stick on the ground suddenly recovered from the human form, rolling over his ass.

The flying sword burst out of red light and trembled fiercely in the hands of Yang Ling.

"嘀~!"

"Warning, energy is out of tolerance, warning..."

A piece of information appeared in Yang Ling’s mind. Just when he had not reacted, the flying sword held in his hand suddenly broke away from his control.

"呛~!"

The flying sword made a clear sound in the air, and the wind grew to seven or eight meters long, and then a big sleek skull covered his face and cut it down against him.

Lying trough~!

Yang Ling was so scared that he screamed and screamed, and his body shape appeared a few hundred meters away. However, the flying sword was faster, and the volley flashed through the space and appeared directly behind him.

Laozi is really a handcuff! The universe is super invincible.

At this time, Yang Ling couldn’t wait for a few big ear scrapers to kill himself.

But at this time he has avoided inevitable, escaped, and a fierce breath has already locked him. He even felt the tingling tingling behind him. Even the meteor armor could not stop the sword. The power.

Yang Ling's figure flashed again in the distance of ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ but the flying sword was like a skeleton, and it fell close to his back.

"I want to slay you, I have to lick you!" Yang Ling’s stunned turn, with a gray light and shadow in his hand, and Chen Feijian flew up.

"When ~~"

A deafening sound is like a roaring bell, and the entire mountain seems to be vibrating.

One big and one small two flying swords smashed into the air together. The violent energy fluctuations were like nuclear bomb explosions. The surface of the surrounding square was scraped down by a layer, and the ice and snow stones were picked up by the waves. A circle of excitement goes out.

However, Yang Ling was too late to be happy, the huge Feijian bounced high, and then... he squatted again.

Gou Chen Feijian did not resist the second attack. In Yang Ling’s expression of laughing and staying, “When 啷~!” fell to the ground.

Yang Ling wants to cry and tears and turns away again, Nima! Too bully! (To be continued.)