Steve fell to the ground and smashed the solid concrete floor into a shallow pit, his face full of horror and shock.

How is that possible!

He looked up at Jiangling beside the window of the building, and his pupils shrank violently.

After drinking the potion, he had the combat power of the Dan-Killing Stage, and his arm was cut off with a punch and was knocked away.

Could it be that person is really in the middle stage of elixir formation?

Steve couldn't help swallowing his saliva. The gap between the strength in the middle and early stages of the Jidan was too big!

As soon as he thought of this, the window of the building was broken, and Jiangling jumped out of the window and chased after him.

Grass!

Steve gritted his teeth and tried to avoid it, but Jiang Ling was too fast and reached the ground in an instant. He stepped on Steve with a loud bang, causing dense cracks to break out of his body.

Ah! He roared in pain, his bones were almost broken.

You killed Dragon Soul? Jiang Ling stood on his chest.

I killed it, so what? Don’t think you are invincible. Behind me is power-supported.

Steve had a ferocious expression and shouted at Jiangling.

Yeah?

Jiang Ling's tone was cold, and he punched his face, smashing his entire head into the ground.

Ah. The screams were endless.

Bang.

Jiangling looked solemn and punched again, shaking the nearby ground.

At the beginning, Steve could still roar and struggle for a few times, but after that, he could only get beaten. He gradually lost his strength and his hands were hanging softly.

Despite this, he did not die. Jiang Ling deliberately showed mercy in order to vent.

If he killed Longhun, Jiang Ling would not let him die so easily.

After more than a dozen punches, Steve's head deformed, and blood dyed Jiangling's fists red. The ground was centered on Steve and there were dense cracks in all directions.

It's almost done, go and apologize to Xiaolong.

Jiang Ling's fingers emitted high temperatures, and one finger penetrated his forehead.

But at this moment, Steve jumped up like a flash of light, and blood mist burst out all over his body, his speed soared, and instantly disappeared from Jiangling's sight.

Jiang Ling ran away with the eyes of the blood shadow, and did not chase after him, because the last finger had already hurt his soul and he was dead.

After he withdrew his gaze, he found that there were many people gathering around him, all holding up their mobile phones to take photos of the scene, and Jiangling was also photographed.

But he didn't care. Anyway, he was wearing a mask, no one knew what he looked like.

In order not to cause a sensation, Jiangling quickly left the scene.

Just 10 minutes later, it spread and the world's mercenary god took action, destroyed the Cross Legion, and then left.

Someone took photos at the scene, and there were many videos.

The figure wearing the Monkey King's Mask in the image spread all over the world and was shocked by the darkness.

The secret hall was paralyzed for several minutes, and countless posts were discussing the God of Mercenaries.

But they knew nothing about Jiangling, only one thing: that god is back!

The corpses lined up on the walls of the unfinished building shocked countless people.

The terrorists who were secretly clamoring to invade were silent at the same time.

...

There were many rumors in the outside world, and there were all kinds of stories, but the person involved, Jiang Ling, had taken off his mask and returned home.

Liu Qingyang, wearing military uniform, was waiting at the door. After seeing Jiangling, he hugged him directly.

Teacher, my junior brother has to take revenge.

A long old man is usually as majestic as a mountain, but he looks like a child who has not grown up in front of Jiangling.

I don't know your teacher. Jiang Ling smiled at him.

Liu Qingyang was stunned for a moment and smiled knowingly: I understand what you mean, teacher.

He and Long Hun thought Jiangling had died long ago, but they didn't expect to meet again.

Now his vision is also very high. Seeing Jiang Ling as young as ever, he also guessed that he might be a paradise.

The teacher refused to admit his identity, so he must have his own reasons. For him, it is enough to see the teacher again after 70 years.

By the way, we will be preparing to bury Junior Brother Dragon Soul in the afternoon. Teacher, are you here?

The death of Dragon Soul is so miserable. Keeping his body will only make people sad. It is better to let him rest in peace as soon as possible.

Jiang Ling shook his head gently: Your teacher won’t go, but I will go and send the heroes in my personal name.

Liu Qingyang nodded repeatedly, told him the place of burial and left.

Since the burial will be held in the afternoon, there is no need for Jiangling to go to school. After a while, he will rush to the burial site directly.

...

At this time, in a dimly lit hall, Steve, who was broken and seriously injured, was kneeling on the ground, his face full of horror.

Lord Jack, please save me, my soul is damaged and I can't hold on anymore.

Steve knelt on the ground without dignity and kept kowtowing.

On the chair in front of him was a figure wearing a black robe covering his face.

OK, get up, I will help you once, considering that you still have a useful function.

As he said that, the man took out a black pill and handed it to him: This is a elixir, and it can recover from the soul's injury after taking it.

Lord Xie, Lord Xie! Steve took the pill in ecstasy and stabilized his soul injury, but he was basically a useless person.

Who did it? The black figure's voice was hoarse.

He is a mercenary who has disappeared for decades and has the strength of the mid-stage Jindan period.

It is not bad for a mercenary to be able to practice until the middle stage of elixir formation.

Steve knelt on the ground and dared not speak.

After a while, a hoarse voice rang out: I heard that the afternoon was the funeral of Dragon Soul, haha, interesting.

...

The funeral of Dragon Soul was arranged outside a forest in the suburbs. The environment was beautiful and the birds were singing and the flowers were fragrant.

There were many people at the funeral, and many of them came spontaneously to attend the funeral of Longhun.

Only after the Monkey King destroyed the Cross Legion, the official dared to disclose the news that Dragon Soul was defeated and died.

Once the news was announced, the film was sad. They only knew that Dragon Soul was defeated in the battle, but they did not know that they died on the spot and died for their country.

At the funeral, people who came to see each other spontaneously lined up in a long queue and watched quietly from a distance.

Military General Liu Qingyang personally presided over the funeral, and Long Hun's son and wife slowly entered the venue with the coffin.

Jiangling quietly came to the scene and stood below and watched quietly.

Xiaolong didn't like cremation, and Jiangling and his senior brother Liu Qingyang knew this, so Liu Qingyang specially buried him here.

The coffin was buried in the soil, and Longhun's wife and children cried reluctantly, and a sad atmosphere spread.

However, at this moment, a sinister voice sounded out of thin air: It was just a loser, and death is not worthy of mercy.

As soon as he finished speaking, a large group of people with guns and ammunition were surrounded by deep breath from all directions, surrounding all the people attending the funeral.

This time there were more people, and each person was not weak in strength. Unlike the Cross Legion, there were only a few masters, and the rest were ordinary people.

The people attending the funeral screamed and the scene fell into chaos.

Who are you!

Liu Qingyang's face looked ugly.

You are not worthy of knowing my name. The man in a black robe stands on a high place and looks down disdainfully.

Steve walked out from behind with a sneer: Haha, I didn't expect that I was still alive.

He laughed wildly: Let's see who can save you this time, let alone the Monkey King is not here, even if he is present, he will have to kneel down and beg for mercy.

While speaking, he couldn't help but glance at the man in black robe beside him.

This existence is the capital that he can be arrogant and arrogant.

Damn, I really look forward to seeing the trash of Monkey King!

Steve's face was cold.

Liu Qingyang's face looked ugly. He didn't expect the funeral to be destroyed, so he brought not many people.
To be continued...