Chapter 329: Never fall (middle)

In the few years of Ling Chen’s
Hell
, the target of assassination is of course a special group of people like the abilities. The number of abilities who die in his hands is extremely large, and for everyone in hell. The abilities, the versatile, can even be said to be among the strongest, the most vulnerable to assassination, because the special abilities possessed by such people belong to the innate or acquired awakening, relying on such ability, they are enough to have more than ordinary people. There are many advantages and actions, but other aspects... The body and speed are extraordinarily mediocre, and the awareness such as alertness is weak. It can't be compared with the strong those who have experienced countless hard training and stifling. The killer is hidden in the dark, or at a very fast speed, before they can exert their ability, they can easily kill.
Therefore, in the face of Ling Chen, an enemy with great advantages in speed and consciousness, whether it is to dispatch the Dark Eagle or the Dragon Field, it is a wrong decision, far less than the threat caused by the Iron Dragon and the Blood Wolf to Ling Chen.
As Long Zhengyang judged, the current Ling Chen has entered the state of exhaustion of the oil, the substantial consumption of physical strength, the massive loss of blood, and the numerous wounds in the body are dissipating his increasingly fragile vitality. But his powerful and unrelenting spirit and the desperate power and killing brought about by the departure of water made him reluctant to fall, and consciousness has begun to blur, but he is still using every corner from the body. Power attacks every enemy in sight.
Extreme speed, terrible power, and ability attacks of the abilities all require a certain amount of time, just like the magical singing of the game world. Under the ghostly speed of Ling Chen, their attacks are impossible. Locking the body of Ling Chen, their body can not afford to live in Ling Chen even if the consciousness is slightly coma. The abilities of the abilities fell one after another, and in the blink of an eye, they were killed by Ling Chen, and the speed of death was much faster than that of the Iron Dragon and the Blood Wolf. The comprehensive strength of Longyu ranks among the seven secret forces. The many capabilities they possess are not available in the other six parts. However, in the face of Ling Chen, they almost lost all their advantages and caused almost all effective attacks. The dark eagle is not as good. These extremely small number of abilities are falling down, so that those who look at it all have blood in their hearts... These powerful superhuman beings are in front of Ling Chen. Sheep-like fragile.
The door of the center hall was pushed open violently and then closed. Murong Xiongtian walked out quickly and saw the body of the members of the Dragon Field. The muscles on his face twitched and screamed: "All flashing!!"
"Mu Rong's head!!"
"The head is... the head of Murong, he finally has to take it himself! Great!"
Murong Xiongtian is extremely strong, and also has the arrogance of matching with strength. When he fights with a single person, he will never allow others to help. The dragon's abilities were already timid under the attack of Ling Chen. When they saw Murong Xiongtian, they all breathed a sigh of relief and pushed away at the fastest speed.
boom!
Suddenly lost the target, Ling Chen breathed out, the brain violently dizzy, physically weakly fell to the ground, a severe cough, above the ground, covered with a large pool of coughed blood. How many wounds are there on his body? He doesn't know that gunshot wounds, knife wounds, claw injuries, inflammatory wounds caused by the abilities, frostbite... can't count, more than the wounds left by HELL in the past. too much.
Looking at the knees on the ground, the whole body is blood, the weak gasping, the young people who can hardly stand up, Murong Xiongtian's mood is extremely complex. He hates Ling Tian because he has created four of the seven secret forces that have been cultivated with countless efforts, and he has also lost his face in front of Long Zhengyang, and has influenced the Dragon family and the seven secret forces. It is also indelible, but deep down, he has to deeply admire him... admire a young man who is older than him. He asked himself that at his age, he might not even give him shoes. If he grows up completely, the future is completely limitless.
"Young people, you are called Ling Chen, right?" Murong Xiongtian said slowly, although Long Zhengyang let him stop talking nonsense, but he still couldn't help but want to say something, because such a young man died. After his hand, maybe he will never see one more in his life: "Although I don't know what kind of hatred you have with the Dragon family, it should be the extent of not wearing the sky. Because you look at it, you have no intention of going back alive. Frankly speaking, in this life, you are the first young person to let me feel the fear. With this alone, you are extremely amazing. In your current state, it is indeed too unfair for me to shoot. But, you can die in the hands of my Murong Xiongtian, you are not too embarrassed."
The weak gasping stopped, and Ling Chen suddenly raised his head. The suffocating suffocation made the original calm Murong Xiong Tianxin squat, and the hoarse and cold voice was introduced into his ear like a goblin's low voice: The person who is dying...is you!!"
The weak and unbearable body, in the low voice, suddenly like a cheetah, suddenly rushed to Murong Xiongtian, the right fist with a lot of wounds and blood with a huge air wave hitting his heart. Murong Xiongtian is very moving... What is the power from him? So many wounds, so much physical exertion, so a lot of blood loss... Why can he make such a fierce attack.
boom! ! ! !
Ling Chen’s fist slammed in the heart of Murong’s heart, a sullen and crisp bone dislocation came, Ling Chen’s body flew straight out, slammed to the ground, and the entire right hand was completely distorted. Lost control in the pain. Murong Xiongtian’s upper body appeared a small back, and the clothes in his heart broke a big hole, revealing a nearly copper-colored skin... Among them, a red punch was printed, burning pain. This pain makes Murong Xiongtian frown, so weak state, the attack is still so terrible, this person, really can only be called a monster!
Ling Chen slowly stood up from the ground, holding his right hand in the left hand, suddenly twisted, "咔", the dislocated right hand was connected, and then slammed again, rushed to Murong Xiongtian, just wounded The right fist once again slammed into his heart. This time, Murong Xiongtian did not continue to stand there and did not move. He snorted and slammed his right arm and slammed it against Ling Chen’s fist.
boom! ! ! !
"Uh!!"
In the snoring, Murong Xiongtian’s body swayed, and Ling Chen’s sandbags, which were thrown out, generally flew out. After two weeks of rotation in the air, they fell heavily on the ground, and the body was on the ground for a while. twitch. His whole right arm was pulled down, but he bit his teeth, supporting his body with his left arm, and letting himself stand up again, but then, his mouth spurted a blood, his eyes were black, and he fell again. .
"Hey, even with Uncle Murong than the strength, really is not self-reliant." Long Tianyun said with a cold smile. Although the loss was heavy, Ling Tian is now almost exhausted, no threat, and he is completely relaxed. Without Ling Tian this person, he will lose the only thorn in his heart.
"If it is his normal state ... he will not necessarily lose." Xuanyuan Road said, said lightly.
Everyone is silent.
Ling Chen still stood up and breathed, but it was already weak, so that Murong Xiongtian could hardly feel it. "咔", the whole right arm of Ling Chen's dislocation was pushed back by his left hand. During the whole process, he did not make a painful voice. Murong Xiong Tian brows completely twisted and said: "Ling Tian, ​​you should also know your current state, and it is futile to struggle again. You will only endure the pain for a longer time."
"The person who is going to die... is you!!" Ling Chen gasped and looked at him viciously.
Murong Xiongtian’s eyes slammed and raised his hands:
Forget it, it’s still a good time for you.

"Ah! Ah!!"
Ling Chen opened his arms and his body stood straight. He suddenly made a big noise, and then slammed into the heart of Murong Xiongtian in the same way as the previous two.
"Hey." Murong Xiongtian said that the complex coldness, brows, and right fist, directly ignore the attack of Ling Chen, hit the forehead on the face of Ling Chen... This is the most hit Light, it will also crack his head.
but……
At the moment when the two bodies were about to come into contact, Murong Xiongtian suddenly had a shadow in front of him. He instilled a full punch and suddenly hit the air. The hit was only a shadow left by Ling Chen, and his body was also Because of the full blow, the air was involuntarily tilted forward, and his side, a fierce and violent wind suddenly struck... Ling Chen’s original right fist was already open, and the palm was a knife. Only the palm of his hand is like a sharp blade, with a cold wind blowing to the head of Murong Xiongtian... and then hitting his temple.
boom! ! !
Just as the brain suddenly flew into the thousands of wasps, the world of Murong Xiongtian screamed. Even the powerful "steel" abilities are badly hit by the temples. Murong Xiongtian’s consciousness was directly dispelled, his body was out of balance, and he fell down in the direction of the heavy blow, and his head fell to the ground.
"Oh, ah, ah!"
Ling Chen’s hoarse roar, the blood-stained body jumped high, and the fists clenched, squatting with the strength of his whole body...
boom! ! ! ! !
The sand flew up and the dust was flying. This incredible blow made the ground faintly shake. Murong Xiongtian’s entire head was completely smashed into the ground, and the blood was so bright that he quickly dyed the surrounding ground.
Ling Chen kept a strong attitude, and the weak and incomprehensed sat on the ground, and Murong Xiongtian was distorted, his head was smashed into the ground, and there was no movement in his body. Even though he is a steel-like body, he can't bear the two blows that hit the temple like a thousand hammers.
"The head!!"
"Mu Rong's head!!"
The dragon's abilities are all horrified. The people in the center hall were all discolored, and Long Zhengyang immediately turned and shouted: "Xuanyuan! Go!!"
"Yes!!" Xuanyuan Sheng did not delay for half a second, whispered: "Go!" and then pushed open the door, and the eight people behind him clashed rapidly, and the Qingfeng sword on the back was in the cold of reflection. ... This sword, cutting the pig iron is not a waste of effort. Six years ago, this sword also brought countless wounds to Ling Chen, which made him have to flee, and he almost lost most of his life.