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At this moment, Yang Ling's heart was filled with despair.

The afterimage of Wei Tuo Pestle is approaching, and life is approaching death.

The trump cards were all out, and there was no way to resist them. The weak and fragile thoughts arose in Yang Ling's heart, and the helplessness of fighting emerged from the depths of his heart...

However, even so, Yang Ling still felt uneasy and his eyes were filled with all kinds of unwillingness.

but……

He still had no way to avoid it, and he would die.

The pulled eyelids are about to cover your eyes, and with the life that is about to pass away, the seeds of ambition are about to be extinguished. This unbearable reality is about to happen cruelly.

ah!!!

Yang Ling raised his head unwillingly and his throat was boring. He had no choice but to do anything, so he simply used his voice to vent all his unwillingness and roared out the uneasiness accumulated in his heart.

Monk Xuanbei, I swear you will regret it!!

Huh!

The howling wind was infinitely close to Yang Ling, and the wind slammed on his cheeks, and the hair ends were infinitely messy. The sadness and joy in his heart dissipated, leaving only a full sense of unwillingness and a kind of crazy hatred!

call out!

Dingding!!

Just when Yang Ling felt like he was full of hatred, but was extremely helpless, a sharp sound broke through the air, and immediately separated the Wei Tuo Pestle. At the same time, a spark was generated. The collision sound was resounding at the moment when it was about to be silent, which seemed particularly harsh. For some reason, this unexpected sound made Yang Ling's heart, which was about to be completely desperate and silent, come alive, and he suddenly looked up...

Puff!!

A sharp light passed by Yang Ling's eyes, and the speed was so fast that it was simply terrifying.

Didn't react at all.

The sharp light suddenly pierced into the soil and made a piercing sound.

The sharp light was a sword. The speed of the sword was extremely fast, which made Yang Ling feel illusion and regarded it as a ray of light. The sword body was inserted into the land one foot, and the other half was outside the soil. Bathed in the morning light, it emitted a halo. Half of the sword trembled slightly, and the sword body and the hilt were all buzzing...

Undoubtedly, the scene in front of him told Yang Ling that it was this sword that saved him.

So who used this sword?

The three-foot green breeze inserted into the soil gave him a very familiar feeling!

Who is the master of the sword?

At this time, Yang Ling discovered that Monk Xuanbei had already changed his face, his figure was like a dead leaf, and he floated up more than ten feet away, paying homage to the Buddha with both hands, and his face was full of compassion.

With a light sound, Yang Ling heard the corner of her clothes flapping. Then, a figure flashed past her eyes and swung by at an extremely fast speed. Yang Ling looked closely and found that the figure fell on the trembling hilt of the sword. She was as light as a geek, standing proudly with her hands behind her back. An inexplicable storm was surging, surging the corner of the clothes of the people standing on the hilt of the sword...

ah!!

Yang Ling knew that he was saved, but he wanted to save him.

Look up.

As a result, when he saw the other party turning back slightly with his face, Yang Ling could see clearly who was his life-savior. The person who saved the person was the old teacher in Yiyi Academy.

Finally caught up, are you willing to come forward?!

Seeing the person who saved him, Yang Ling suddenly felt a sense of tears. The teacher finally caught up. This is not the point, the point is that Yang Ling finally knew why the teacher was so slow! In theory, he should have been saved by the teacher, but in the end, he did not expect to wait until this critical moment before he appeared.

The reason is that the teacher did not ride a mount to save people!

NPC also needs mounts, and you can buy horses like players from horse dealers. Yang Ling calculated that the old teacher was riding a horse, but he did not expect that the other party was rushing on his way with light skills.

No wonder it was so late!

At this moment, Yang Ling's mind was filled with sighs. The reason why the old teacher had no mount was obviously because he had no money and was so poor that he couldn't afford a horse...

Poor literature and wealthy martial arts!

The old teacher didn't think much about it. When he turned his head, he raised his hand towards Yang Ling, and a systematic prompt was sent to the eardrum. The system prompted: You successfully wiped out the one-eyed parish, completed the "Suppression of the One-eyed parish mission", and received a reward: one million experience...

Suddenly receiving the news that the task was completed, Yang Ling's face was a little stunned.

A sense of inexplicable inconvenience suddenly arose in my heart.

The teacher continued to ask Yang Ling: "Can you still stand up? You have achieved great success if you can withstand the attack of the innate master. Leave it here to me, you can leave! Hurry back to the city as soon as possible..."

When Yang Ling found that the old teacher said that he was resisting the attack of the innate master, Monk Xuanbei shook his eyebrows and trembled slightly. However, he did not think much, and nodded in a hurry, without leaving anything. He hurriedly trotted dozens of steps to the horse that was stopping in front of the roadside eating grass not far ahead.

This horse was originally a fierce horse he rode. When he used the jumping technique, he resisted the thrust and knocked him away, but the horse ran for a long time before stopping.

Without saying a word, Yang Ling turned over and had to leave here first.

He didn't care about glance at Monk Xuanbei and venting his injustice and resentment. He knew very well in his heart that only by leaving here. Only by living well can he have time to slowly grow up to the ability to avenge Monk Xuanbei! Therefore, he would not do too many acts that anger Monk Xuanbei!

drive!!

Yang Ling shouted and rode the horse and was about to leave.

"Ha, demon barrier, don't want to escape, let me save you!" Unexpectedly, as soon as Yang Ling's voice fell, Monk Xuanbei stopped doing it. He forced Yang Ling to this point and was reluctant to let him escape. He could see that Yang Ling was dissatisfied with Buddhism and slandered the demon barrier, but he could not catch up with him.

However, Yang Ling was trembling. Monk Xuanbei roared, and an invisible wave turned into a sound wave. In an instant, Yang Ling, who was on the edge of the invisible sound wave, trembled all over. Then, a stream of qi and blood surged wildly in his chest, and it seemed that he wanted to break out of his chest...

I was tinnitus and dizzy, and my body was shaking on the back of the horse, and was about to fall off my horse.

Hissing ~

As the fierce horse under his crotch screamed, his knees became weak and he leaned down.

Hearing the sound, Yang Ling's body shook, looked down and jumped off the horse's back. As soon as he got off the horse's back, the head of the horse slowly lay down to the side. Yang Ling was startled and immediately saw a large amount of blood in the horse's orifice, and his heart was slightly cold. This was clearly caused by martial arts similar to the roar of the lion in Shaolin Temple.

System prompts: If you are affected by the lion's roar, you will lose 300 qi and blood;

The qi and blood lost another 300 points. In addition to the previous qi and blood loss, Yang Ling only had 100 points of qi and blood left, and he could no longer withstand the next wave of lion roars.

Immediately, despite the anger in my heart, Yang Ling had to do reasonable behavior rationally and calmly.

Take out another horse card and summon the fierce horse.

Yang Ling turned over the horse and his body shaking. If it weren't for his riding level, he would probably not be able to even get on the horse's back. After turning over the horse, Yang Ling did not dare to delay and immediately rode his horse. The sound of horse hooves sounded melodiously, stirring up countless yellow sand and dust, and left...

Lying on the back of the horse, Yang Ling felt that his chest was extremely chaotic and knew that his situation was not good. When he looked back, he saw the old teacher's legs clamped with the three-foot Qingfeng inserted into the soil, and flipped a few times in the air, grabbed the three-foot Qingfeng, and his feet fell to the ground like a slight smoke, blocking the pace of the monk Xuanbei's pursuit...

Drive!!!~
Chapter completed!