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Chapter 213 Combat
The battle between Zhang Ling and Gongyixiu was not like Wang Yang's constant talk.

Both were silent, but their subordinates were merciless.

It's not like Wang Yang's fight to the flesh, the collision between tough guys and tough guys.

This battle, on the contrary, still has some elegant charm.

Of course, Ruya was talking about Zhang Ling, after all, Gongyixiu was carrying a ferocious Fangtian painted halberd, which was not elegant in any way.

Wearing a Taoist robe, while moving his figure, he can easily use all kinds of spells.

The whole body is surrounded by golden talismans.

A phalanx was arranged among the dots on his fingertips.

Such an unrestrained and elegant appearance made the little coquettish hoofs watching the battle wet and wet their mouths.

There are protagonists, and naturally there are supporting roles as well.

As for the supporting role, Gong Yixiu did his part.

But does he want to be one?
He didn't want to at all, he was disgusted by Zhang Ling's methods, and he waved Fang Tian's painted halberd, violently blasting one of the trapped formations.

As soon as he moved his body, he was about to approach Zhang Ling, but in the next moment, a huge sword with thousands of spells blasted behind him.

Up, down, left, and right, all kinds of formations are besieged, making him unable to move an inch.

"roll!!"

With an angry roar, Fang Tian's painted halberd swept across in his hand, and in an instant, all formations and spells were swept away.

Even the entire space was cut down by this halberd.

Glaring at Zhang Ling, he said bitterly: "There is a kind of head-on battle!"

He was very angry, he was fully prepared and had used [-]% of his strength.

In his prediction, he should have dealt with him decisively.

But the reality gave him a blow to the head, and by the way, he threw a piece of shit to disgust him.

And this piece of shit is Zhang Ling. It has been a quarter of an hour since the battle started, and during this quarter of an hour, he still can't get close to Zhang Ling's hundred-mile range.

The endless weird methods and spells made him feel as if he was stuck in a quagmire.

Although these methods and spells are not strong, they are very disgusting, like a gangrene attached to the bone!

He is very angry, but he has nothing to do with him, helpless!

Hearing Gongyixiu's words, Zhang Ling shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands, with a look of indifference, and even wanted to laugh.

Was he stupid, didn't see that Fang Tian's painted halberd was so ferocious, it could even cut off the space at will.

If I confronted him head-on, wouldn't it be like lighting a guide light in the toilet and looking for death!
As for his small arms and legs, he is not like Wang Yang, who has a strong tendon and flesh, and a broken hand is like a skin trauma.

And he is very clear about his position.

In the small team of Wang Yang, Zhuang Qiu, and Leng Feng, it can be compared to a game.

Wang Yang is the meat shield in the front row, and he bears all the hard work, tiring work, and pain.

Zhuang Qiu is a peerless assassin who emphasizes killing with one blow.

Leng Feng is a powerful output, a knife used to cut people.

And he is a back row, little squishy, ​​playing a supporting role for them.

But what if it was a person!
Then he is a powerful mage oh no, he is a handsome Taoist priest.

Have you ever seen a Taoist priest roll up his sleeves, like a barbarian, and fuck someone?
Of course, with Xin's fingers, all kinds of spells are cast.

This is in line with the position of a Taoist priest.

Zhang Ling's gesture of spreading his hands really annoyed Gong Yixiu, and Fang Tian's painting halberd lightly stroked in his hand, opening a space.

The figure got into the space, and instantly moved out of the space behind Zhang Ling.

With Fang Tian's painted halberd in his hand, he slashed at his head, a flash of joy flashed in his eyes, he could finally kill him!

But suddenly, a sense of stagnation appeared on the edge of Fang Tian's painting halberd.

Layers of space stacked up, blocking Fang Tian's painted halberd.

Zhang Ling turned his head and smiled at Gongyixiu. He is so smart, how could he not have considered this!

Lifting the fingers, a little golden light condensed on the fingertips.

With a puff, golden light shot out, piercing through Gongyixiu's armor.

Gongyixiu frowned, hummed softly, the armor repaired on its own, and holding Fang Tian's painting halberd in one hand, shattered the space under a shock.

At the same time, he pinched the handle of Fang Tian's painting halberd, and the majestic force exploded and swept across.

The bang bang sounded continuously, and the space exploded layer by layer under this swing.

"God Strike!"

With a soft drink, with this blow, Gongyixiu turned into a god and sent a blow of judgment to Zhang Ling.

Zhang Ling stood still, but smiled a little in the face of this blow.

Boom! !

The muffled sound shook the entire Small Infinite Realm, and a terrifying storm roared out from Fang Tian's painted halberd.

Under this blow, Zhang Ling was directly shattered into powder.

The corner of Gongyixiu's mouth curled up, and everything was back on track. That's right, this kind of guy couldn't withstand his own blow at all.

But what he didn't realize was that above his head, an ordinary dust particle was slowly falling from the air

Gongyixiu's spiritual consciousness naturally enveloped his body all the time.

Naturally, he was clear about the falling dust particles, but how could he care about a single particle of dust.

But soon he realized it, dust particles! ! !
My own armor itself has the protection against gods, and the dust particles don't stick to it at all. Why can this dust particle get close to his body!

Suddenly, a creepy throbbing sensation rose.

That particle of dust, floating between his brows, stagnated.

The sky and the earth paled, and time seemed to be elongated, becoming extremely slow.

Gongyixiu opened his eyes in horror. In his eyes, there were no dust particles. He pointed a finger between his eyebrows.

This finger, like a peerless sword, was so sharp that it pierced through his skull and twisted his consciousness into a mess.

"what!!!"

Gongyixiu let out a terrifying roar, and even the space couldn't bear the sound wave and shattered.

Zhang Ling's face changed slightly. He didn't expect that Gongyixiu, whose spiritual consciousness had been strangled by him, could burst out with such a powerful force!
Backing back again and again, while waving his sleeves, spells appeared in front of him, blocking this force.

At the same time, he sighed secretly, and started cursing at Wang Yang. After staying with this barbarian for a long time, he actually learned how to be hard with others!
Originally, he followed the steps step by step, and if he procrastinated, he could procrastinate this Gongyixiu to death.

But he wanted to experiment with the results of the past year, and he almost died in this attempt.

People, you still have to have a number of 13 for your own positioning, or you will be finished.

Zhang Ling looked at Gongyixiu, who was shining with divine light all over his body. Fortunately, he retreated quickly, otherwise he would really suffer.

The armor on Gongyixiu's body began to crumble bit by bit, and so did his divine body.

Endless rays of light shone from him.

A body of silver light flooding the whole body appeared in front of Zhang Ling.

A damn oppressive force hit him one after another.

Zhang Ling was a little dumbfounded. Gongyixiu in this state seems to be much stronger than before! !
"Damn it, is it the eruption of the small universe, or the hidden strength!"

Fuck it, it perfectly reflected his fucking mood.

He never imagined that just by stabbing and stabbing himself like this, something happened.

Is this asking for trouble?

"No! The cliff is the fault of that Wang Yang dog day!"

Zhang Ling cursed in a low voice, and stared across the space at Wang Damanzi on the viewing platform.

It made Wang Yang look puzzled.

"You have angered me."

An ethereal, indifferent voice came from the silver man.

Gong Yixiu was very angry. His divine body had spent countless resources and thoughts, but he did not expect it to be lost in the mere human world.

(End of this chapter)