However, Ding Ling, who was at ease in the eyes of others, was getting more and more tired at this moment.

The speed of the drought is too fast, and the faster the opponent faces, the more and longer the calculation results Mingyue has made. Now, countless pictures have been redundant in his mind, and almost every picture is the picture of the drought is attacking him wildly.

He felt that his brain was almost out of reach.

Hold on for a while. The sound of the bright moon rang calmly.

Ding Ling subconsciously responded to a nod, and then he instantly realized that it was wrong.

The drought bar rushed behind him almost as fast as lightning, grabbed his lower body with his only arm, and at the same time, a ray of flame suddenly spurted out.

Ding Ling felt himself flying up instantly.

He vaguely heard Feng Wanxue's shouting.

At this time, the redundant picture in my mind suddenly disappeared, and a new picture rose again. Drought jumped into the air and stepped on him hard.

Don’t come over and shout, Ding Ling erected the Xuanyuan Sword in the air like lightning. The next second, he saw Hanba’s figure pounce above his void.

Ding Ling let out a muffled groan, took out the Yanluo step, and fought with Hanba again.

Time passed by second by second, and the people in the outer circle looked at Ding Ling's strength, and everyone's faces were shocked. Feng Wanxue looked at Ding Ling intently. She knew that Ding Ling was the bloodline of the Heavenly Sect, and this must have started the legendary combat calculation.

According to legend, once the owner of Tiansuan Bloodline starts combat calculation, he will directly enter a state similar to invincible.

Being able to budget out every move by others is not called invincible, what else is invincible

But she also saw that Ding Ling's figure was getting slower and slower. In just a few dozen seconds, his spiritual power was almost exhausted.

Although the drought is constantly injured, it is strong enough to resist missiles to maintain its combat effectiveness.

A few seconds later, Ding Ling was knocked away again.

Ding Ling's breathing came again in the communicator: prepare for the battle.

With Ding Ling's shouting, everyone subconsciously summoned the spirit sword, and Feng Wanxue directly controlled the spirit sword to float above Ding Ling's head.

At this time, with a sharp roar from the Hanba, Ding Ling was knocked away again. At the same time, the Hanba instantly appeared above Ding Ling's flying body and rushed towards his neck and rushed forward.

At this moment, a red light flashed in the night sky, and a fiery red shadow instantly broke out from Ding Ling's body.

The red shadow seemed to be a human, or a ghost. Anyway, it rushed into the night sky with the incandescent light of the fish intestines.

The drought-harsh shouts were earth-shaking, and streams of blood with flames kept gushing from its chest, like a disgusting monster doll leaking.

After roaring this sentence, Ding Ling crushed the instant step for the first time.

Hearing Ding Ling's order, the crisp sound of Feng Wanxue sounded:

Several magic weapons hit the wound on Drought's chest at the same time.

Ding Ling retreated to the side and lay down to the ground. He didn't even care about wiping the blood stains from the corners of his mouth, so he threw a handful of spiritual pills into his mouth. Two seconds later, Mingyue returned to his side and then returned directly into his body.

You have inhaled too much corpse energy, so I'll refine it.

He was paralyzed and would never show off his power again. Ding Ling looked at the Hanba who was beaten by Feng Wanxue and the No. 6 and No. 7 people, and shook his head. Then he realized that several of his sternum had broken: it was even more terrifying than resisting the two extraordinary mid-levels in the past. Mingyue, you don’t know that my brain was about to explode just now.

For Ding Ling, trauma like the sternum is a trivial matter. What is fatal is the feeling of weakness when the mind is concentrated to the extreme.

Mingyue said: This drought bar is fine. It only absorbed a trace of the breath left by the girl bar at the beginning. If it was really as powerful as the girl bar at the Battle of Zhuolu, if it only looked at you, you would be burned to ashes.

Ding Lingqi said: Girl, you mean the one who helped Emperor Xuanyuan defeat Zhulu

Mingyue whispered: Yes. Under our feet is the battlefield of the Zhuolu Battle five thousand years ago.

What Ding Ling was so shocked that he was about to jump up.

The Battle of Zhuolu, a war that laid the foundation for the entire Chinese race, has always been very controversial and various legends. For example, at the beginning, Emperor Huangdi of Xuanyuan was dominant at first, but the great god Chiyou invited Feng Bo and the God of Rain, which made Xuanyuan Huangdi very anxious. In the end, the girl appeared and directly broke Chiyou's wind and rain formation.

Although it is said that the main battlefield of that battle is here, after five thousand years, only genius knows where it is.

But Mingyue actually said it was here

Mingyue said naturally: The momentum left by Nuba was here, so the battlefield was naturally here. Dingling, we will go to other places tomorrow, and I want to see if we can find the breath left by Emperor Xuanyuan.

At this time, the battle had come to an end. Under the siege of six or seven extraordinary masters, Drought, who had been severely injured twice in a row, was finally dying, and was finally picked up by Feng Wanxue with a sword.

Endless heat waves emerged from its neck cavity and reached the sky.

In the headset, Luo Wen's excited roar came: The battle ended

Ding Ling grinned and expressed disdain for this guy who was trying to win the final prize.

As soon as the battle ended there, Feng Wanxue, Feng Leng, Ouyang Jun and Xu Ruoyun rushed to him. Xu Ruoyun stretched out his hand and a gentle spiritual power crossed Dingling's life river.

Good boy, I was so strong that I broke four ribs, and the bones on our heads were almost broken. Xu Ruoyun felt the elixirs in Ding Ling's body astonished: Rich people eat so many elixirs.

You have to make it up for me. Ding Ling grinned, then turned his head to look at Feng Wanxue: Help me

Feng Wanxue's pretty face turned red, she bent down knowingly, and then picked up Ding Ling.

Half an hour later, Ding Ling walked into the senior ward of the county people's hospital.

He was right, Xu Ruoyun was the Lingxi bloodline in the combat team. When she arrived at the hospital, she helped Ding Ling to reduce the sternum and rushed to another ward.

The leader of the battle team, Qin Feng, was lying there.

After learning that Qin Feng's bones were almost broken, Ding Ling raised a deep respect for the team leader who looked a little cold. If he hadn't sacrificed himself to attract missiles, he would probably have all told him tonight.

After Feng Leng and Ouyang Jun saw him, they went to see Qin Feng next door, and only Feng Wanxue and Ding Ling were left in the ward.

Ding Ling closed his eyes tightly, his spirit was still a little weak. Feng Wanxue looked at his pale cheeks, slowly sat in front of the bed, and stared at him quietly.
Chapter completed!