The ground was smashed into a big pit by people falling from the sky.

A man of medium figure walked out of the pit, with square face, thick eyebrows, small eyes, and extremely impressive. He stopped ten meters away from Wang Ling.

"Wang Ling." The voice was loud.

"It's me."

He had hope to see the big pit behind Wang Ling.

"Where is that lunatic?"

"Dead."

"Very good, go back with me and have a chance to explain."

Wang Ling didn't say anything, picked up the Jiuzhu in his hand, and the strong wind blew everywhere.

Seeing this, the man opposite stopped talking, and there was a faint light flowing like glass on his body.

Thunder,

Wang Ling took the lead in attacking, and smashed it down with a long cast in his hand, and it was like a mountain collapse.

The man's hand was filled with light, and there was another gun and a glass gun. He did not block it. His body quickly dodged and then stabbed it out at the same time. The gun was extremely fast, like a meteor flashing, and then it came to me who took Wang Ling.

Wang Ling changed his moves on the halfway, and Jiuzhu drew a semicircle, then swept across, and then pulled away the glass spear, and then a light shot out from the tip of the spear, stabbing Wang Ling's face. He hurriedly injured the side, and the light passed by his face, then flew away and fell into the ground.

What is this ability?

Wang Ling exerted a little force with his right hand, and then the long cast in his hand became red like fire.

flame?

The man frowned. The young man in front of him was much stronger than he thought. The evil tiger had died here, and he was actually a little stronger than the evil tiger, just a little more.
Chapter completed!