Chapter 269: King of the king

"call out."
The cold palm knives came from behind, this is the attack of Jing Lao, this person is a repair of the Frost Law, even the words are cold, and he does not use the blade, he is a freehand Can kill opponents.
Lin Muyu suddenly shunned sideways, only to see a lingering scent of smog against the nose, "嘭" fell into the rock in the side, a hard hole hit a hole, and quickly condensed frost on the rock This Jing’s cultivation is certainly not to be underestimated.
......
"when."
Lin Muyu pulled out the dragon spirit sword, and the wrist swayed out a sword, and the martial arts of Jing Laowu’s two palms continued to move forward. It was very close to the camp, and it was necessary to take this Jing Lao to a farther place to clean up. Drop it, or it will lead him to unnecessary trouble.
"Are you scared?"
Jing Lao madly laughed, vindicting the whole body, a black mad martial arts martial arts squatting on the shoulders, two feet rushing to chase Lin Muyu, haha ​​laughed: "A good emperor, but a dog, from now on The emperor is no longer righteous."
Lin Muyu suddenly stopped, turned and turned into a sword, but only used 70% of the force, won the Jingsuo retreat a few steps, but he himself has also retreated seven or eight steps, so that he seems to be unable to do the same, out of the mix must be Have a good acting skills, otherwise it will die very early, Lin Muyu gently hit a pine tree, the body bounced back a little, with a "unwilling" look on his face, said: "You... you killed me here, Someone will find that the Father will definitely destroy the entire Seven Seas City and revenge for me."
"Ha ha ha, ridiculous..."
Jing’s face was full of contempt, and the face was shot with a palm. He yelled:
If you count, you want the emperor to anger in Seven Seas and dream.

However, the heart of Jing Lao is also a cold. He knows that Lin Muyu must be killed today, otherwise things will be revealed. Whether he is the emperor or Tang Yan, he can't bear such a big blame.
Jing Lao’s palm is like a palm, and Lin Mu’s vindictive temperament is repeated again and again. Even Lin Muyu’s mouth has already oozing a trace of blood.
But he has been escaping, has been retreating, and has rushed out of the nearly ten miles, away from the big camp of Qihaicheng, and even Yingzhaoshan is just a small hill under the moonlight. At this moment, Lin Muyu suddenly turned around, the whole person The temperament seems to have changed in an instant, and the vindictiveness has suddenly risen to the peak of the peak. The palm of the hand is gently swayed, and the golden martial arts and souls are out of the body. The mysterious tortoise shell and the dragon scale wall have blessed each other, and they took a shot against the old man. .
"Hey."
This hit Lin Muyu did not fall into the wind, and Jing’s palm fell on the wall of the gourd and splattered, but the anti-seismic force that came back from the gourd wall made Jing’s old arms numb, and could not help the bottom. Some are cold, is this kid always playing pigs and eating tigers.
"Take out the real ability, or you will die very quickly." Lin Muyu smiled slightly, and the dragon spirit sword in his hand gave a joyful sound of the soul of the sword, while the seven-way mysterious force in the arm poured into the blade.
Jing Lao’s body trembled, and the whole face seemed to be distorted.
Taste boy, you are a bastard.

Said, Jing Lao's face is more distorted, and a sharp corner is sticking out from the shoulder. The body is pierced with blood, and a sharp corner appears on the top of the head. The body is soaring and the muscles are all rising. At this moment, Jing Lao is still like a human being, but it is like a evil spirit.
"What,." Lin Muyu said lightly.
Jing Lao's face ridiculed: "The combination of the beast and the soul of the soul does not understand... Laozi follows the squad of the south of the squad, and how many martial arts are established. Who knows the name of Ma Jing, the ignorant person on the mainland? Go to hell."
Said, Jing Lao suddenly slammed into the palm of his hand, and there was a tiger in the palm of his hand, roaring: "The tiger is down the mountain."
The temperament is not simple. It is obvious that Jing Lao is a great improvement through the combination with Wu Hun. The power of this attack is no less than the third heaven in heaven.
Lin Muyu secretly rushed into the air, and Qiu Xuanli rushed into the sword. His hands suddenly grabbed the hilt and slammed a blow at the front. It was just a thunderous scream.
"Hey."
The fire and the frost rise to the sky, and the surrounding area is like a white scorpion. Under the glare, Jing’s cheeks are even more incomparable.
"Hey..." Lin Muyu spit blood, stepped back a few steps, and his strength was inferior.
However, Jing Lao is not much better. His arms are numb, and the mysterious power of the chaos is very strong and hegemonic. Even if he can't hurt him, he won't make him too good.
"Good boy, it really has a bit of two."
Jing Lao grinned and smiled, his palms open together, and the frost was like a spirituality lingering over his arms. He was eager to laugh and said: "Forcing the old man and the beast to unite, now this is you. The end of the game, ready to die."
Lin Muyu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. He couldn't help but smile. His hands held the sword again. The golden martial arts linger around, the wind danced wildly, and his cloak flew up. The whole person would be like the heavens. This time, I skipped the power of the second and third dragons. His power of the spirit has been greatly improved with the cultivation, and he can control the power of the fourth dragon. The real dragon fire constantly rushes from the arm. Into the long sword, while the mysterious power of the four ghosts and ghosts also appeared on the sword.
Jing Lao was arrogant, and his palms suddenly joined together. The speed of the figure rushed over and shouted: "Death, the ice came to the world."
Lin Muyu did not say a word, and suddenly went out with a sword, and the real dragon was crying.
The space seems to have been distorted by the seven mysterious powers. This small space has completely become the field of Lin Muyu under the force of the four ghosts and ghosts, and the power of this move has naturally increased.
"boom."
The ice and fire collided, the momentum was soaring, the sky and the flames of the wind and the ice were strangled together, and the surrounding jungles burst into pieces, and the gravel on the ground rolled out.
"Hey..."
Jing Lao was a miserable man, and the other side’s mysterious power was endless. After consuming a blow from the ice, there was still a force to counterattack, and Jing’s old arms were splattered and quit, and he was injured.
......
"Bee, how can you beat the old man."
Jing Lao roared, more like a fierce beast, suddenly covered his palms on the ground, suddenly trembled, the surrounding frost elements quickly flocked to Jing's body.
Is this going to rely on the frost power of the earth?
Lin Muyu gave a slight glimpse, but naturally there was a way to deal with it. He raised his hand to return the long sword to the scabbard and suddenly left his left arm across his chest. This arm, which was rebuilt by the spirit of the mysterious spirit, contained not only the mysterious force but also the mystery. The power of Haoran’s real dragon, under the force of Lin Muyu’s power, the whole arm is ignited, a golden dragon is wrapped around the arm, and at the same time, the mysterious force of the three ancestors is suddenly absorbed, and there seems to be a hidden life between the heavens and the earth. The force is surging toward Lin Muyu. Whether it is a beast, a tree or a strange stone with spiritual power, every power can be used for him. This power of nature is far from being comparable to Jing Lao.
Jing Laojiao looked up and saw Lin Muyu standing in the same place. He was swaying around the dragon on his left arm. He blinked for a moment. He bowed his head and suddenly burst into tears in his eyes: "Yong Gong, my Ma Jing can no longer Follow your Nanzheng North and ask, I hope that you will be safe in your life, no concern."
"Roar."
Jing Lao suddenly rushed over, with a screaming scream in his mouth, five fingers, and an endless chill from the palm of his hand. This is the killing of his move.
Lin Muyu looked up and glanced at his feet, and his left arm blew out with the mighty flame of mystery.
"Hey."
The strike of the ground moving mountain collided together, and even the collision of two people quickly condensed into a hood of flames and frost, the rapid whirl of "brushing", the next moment, the horrible sound of Jing Lao "ah", The blood of the arms burst open, the blood splattered, and it was terrible, and the arms were instantly abolished.
"Give you a good time."
Lin Muyu still has spare strength. Before the sword is on his body, Jianguang directly cuts down Jing’s neck.
Jing Lao’s round eyes and roared:
I have a bodyguard to fight, and you want to kill me with this broken iron. You will be there soon, you will die, Lin Muyu.

However, Lin Muyu did not say a word, this sword began to fall quickly, "嘭", Long Lingjian can not be beaten and smashed, directly blocked by the air, but the light flashed down, the split one The blow penetrated the brawl and landed directly on Jing’s neck. Through the body, the smashing of the giant rock in the rear became two segments.
"quack……"
In the old throat, the beastly screams and screams, the next blood splattered, and the whole head fell down from the neck.
Lin Muyu looked at the other person indifferently and quickly stepped forward. He reached out and found a small space bag in Jing’s waist. He couldn’t check what was there. After he was put in his arms, he returned to the sword and jumped out of the eleven. A few meters, in the blink of an eye, disappeared into the cold jungle, the night wind is cold, but only Jing's body is lying there, quickly cold, and even the blood on the rocks quickly condensed into ice.
Cheng Wang defeated, this is the law of the world. Jing Lao and Lin Muyu know that since everyone has been showdown here, there must be one party to die. Although Lin Muyu is kind, but not weak, if anyone wants to kill him, He will not hesitate to take the lead and get rid of his opponent. The Shaodong family of the Tanglong Longyan Group is not a good old man. Once he picks up, I am afraid that any of his opponents will be shuddered, otherwise Lin Muyu will not be able to sit on the throne of Valkyrie.
In the cold night, the falling star steps in the jungle.
"Hey..."
In the different space, the cry of Xiaolong seems to be spoiled. Lin Muyu did not pay attention to it. His face is not the joy after defeating Jinglao, but the worry about Tang Xiaoxuan who is not in the moonlight. His figure looks like a single shadow, and he has no friends.
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