Chapter 1685: Don't Talk Nonsense

The three arrows were completely shattered and fell to the ground.

Only the fire-colored long sword in front of him was left, and it went straight towards He Songling.

He Songling's face changed, and he swung the composite longbow in his hand.

The composite bow with a metallic texture smashed towards the rocket.

Between the bursts of fire.

Under the blessing of strength, He Songling slammed the rocket to the ground.

Under the high temperature, the silver longbow was instantly baked black.

The rocket fell to the ground, causing the surrounding ground to burst into cracks.

He Songling only felt that the palm of his hand was unbearably hot.

He let go of the longbow in his hand, the body of the bow was completely damaged, and even the bow string was directly melted by the high temperature transmitted from the rocket.

"interesting."

He Songling's face was cold, and he strode towards Lin Yi: "It's the first time I've seen a guy who can easily stop my arrow."

"It looks like you're strong?"

He Songling strode like a shooting star.

Seeing that Lin Yi was fine, Zhu Yidong looked at the broken rocket and longbow on the ground, thinking of the thrilling moments just now, his heart was still a little cold at the moment.

"Don't do it!"

She reacted and hurried forward.

As for the second generation of Zeng Peihui who was dying with a bruised nose and a swollen face beside him, he threw Zeng Peihui to the ground as early as the moment the arrow flew towards him, and fled alone.

Zeng Peihui tilted his head and passed out.

"I killed so many monkeys on the border to hone my practice. Such hard work is not for an unknown person to provoke here."

He Songling said coldly.

With a height of 1.65 meters, he matched his strong muscles hidden under his clothes.

Just from a long distance, at a glance, it can give people a strong enough shock.

In particular, He Songling's whole body seemed to have a real killing intent, which is something that only people who really crawled out of the pile of corpses have.

Forest cold and chill.

He Songling stepped on the white mark left on the ground where the rocket had passed, and walked towards Lin Yi.

"The eighth death knife on the young tiger list."

"Paralysis, who can give me a hand, I can't move!"

Several second generations stood there, their teeth chattering, trying to get out of a distance.

Just can't move at all.

The cold killing intent on He Songling's body almost made their bodies not obey their orders.

"Don't be impulsive, don't be impulsive!"

Zhu Shengyu next to him resisted the fear and anxiety in his heart, and shouted at He Songling.

This guy is really crazy, he is in the realm of disapproval.

On the one hand, Zhu Shenghai hoped that He Songling and Lin Yi would fight, and it would be best to beat Lin Yi to the ground, but on the other hand, he didn't dare him to fight Lin Yi.

If this is really a move,

Let alone whether the aftermath will affect them, the strength of Master Haizhou Lin is not comparable to Death Knife.

It's a good thing that He Songling won, but if he was really going to lose, Lin Yi dragged his anger to Zhu's family.

This matter will be brought to the old man of the Zhu family.

Then he, Zhu Shenghai and Zhu Shengyu, are probably finished in this life.

"Don't! Don't! Don't do it!"

Zhu Shenghai was also shouting there.

It seemed that at a distance of one or two hundred meters, He Songling was already standing in front of Lin Yi in just a few seconds.

He was full of murderous intent, and those sinister eyes were firmly locked on Lin Yi's face.

Zhu Shengyu hurried forward and blocked the position between He Songling and Lin Yi.

Zhu Shenghai fell heavily just now, and now he couldn't get up all of a sudden, so he had to move his position on the ground hard, and ran to hug He Songling's thigh, fearing that he would get agitated, and took the lead.

"What's your name!"

He Songling didn't look at Zhu Shengyu and Zhu Shenghai, his eyes were gloomy: "How many diamonds?"

King Kong?

As soon as He Songling's words came out.

Fan Sangsang and Fu Shimin, who had long been messed up, were shocked in their hearts.

The strong ones on the young tiger list are all in the realm of King Kong.

Although they are not from the martial arts world, they still have common sense on this point.

Before that, they had never considered how powerful Lin Yi could be in front of them.

Now that He Songling mentioned this, with his status as the eighth young tiger on the young tiger list, facing the young man in front of him, he showed a bit of solemnity and vigilance. This immediately made Fan Sangsang and Fu Shimin feel overwhelmed .

Lin Yi glanced at He Songling indifferently, but did not speak.

He went straight forward and waved a slap with his right hand.

"you wanna die!"

Seeing the guy in front of him, He Songling moved his hands involuntarily, his complexion changed drastically, a cold light flashed in his hand, and there was a sharp military thorn added.

Others only felt the cold wind, and He Songling rolled over with all his strength. He held the military thorn with his backhand, and swung it straight and sharply towards Lin Yi's wrist.

The sharp thorn blade shone with icy cold light, and stabbed straight at Lin Yi's wrist.

Snapped!

A crisp applause came as expected.

The military thorn in He Songling's hand flew straight out instead.

On his face, the five-finger red marks were particularly deep.

"how come……"

He Songling's eyes widened, and he couldn't believe it.

He held the military thorn's hand, and he didn't feel anything from the beginning to the end.

The army thorn flew straight away.

The burning pain on the cheek stimulated He Songling's nerves.

Seeing this, Zhu Shengyu and others did not dare to say more.

Ranked eighth on the young tiger list, he was slapped so simply and neatly.

Fan Sangsang's heart froze, Fu Shimin opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word for a while.

Zheng Qiuchan sighed slightly.

The sights of all parties are varied.

"You... dare... to... me?"

He Songling clenched his fists, bursting with anger.

His complexion suddenly became particularly fierce and vicious, he turned his head suddenly, his face was ferocious, and his energy transformed into a murderous long knife that floated beside him.

"For so long, no one has dared to slap me!"

He Songling yelled again and again, his eyes were bloodshot, and he stared straight at Lin Yi's face: "No matter what you are, lie down now!"

He screamed, and then He Songling stretched out his hand suddenly, grabbed the handle of a long knife transformed by strength, and was about to carry countless long knives around him, and slashed down at Lin Yi in front of him. .

Holding the knife in one hand, he jumped up.

All the long knives, at this moment, carried a cold murderous intent.

Where the blade pointed directly, it was where the boy stood!

When others saw this, they were completely intimidated by such power.

Fan Sangsang and Fu Shimin were stopped behind by Zheng Qiuchan, and the second generation fled in embarrassment.

Zhu Shengyu and Zhu Shenghai looked pale.

Yuan Jie rolled and crawled, crying for his father and mother.

That blade is simply the breath of death!

Lin Yi raised his head and looked at He Songling who was descending from the sky, holding a knife in both hands and looking aggressive.

And dozens of vigorous long knives following behind him.

As others saw, Lin Yi was standing where he was, with his hands on his back.

The young man's expression was flat.

Not a word.

he just

Gently took a breath.

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