God-level wish system dominates the whole field

Chapter 917 The situation of life and death

"No, it's the old thief's sword control technique!"

The leading savage clan shouted loudly: "Shield Defense!"

The long knives in the hands of the six shattered into gray mist at the same time, and then condensed into a shield on each of their chests. The next moment, the small golden sword had already been killed!
"Bang bang bang..."

After a series of muffled sounds, the small sword was blocked by the shield, but the long whip in Yang Ling's hand had already been pulled out.

"Give me death!"

He shouted loudly, and with the sound of breaking wind, the long whip that condensed his own strength and true essence slammed fiercely on the shield of a barbarian!

"Crack!"

Not surprisingly, the powerful force directly shattered the shield, and the next moment, the Dragon Lock slashed on the barbarian. The man didn't even scream, and was directly drawn into a cloud of blood mist.

"Desolate ghost!"

A barbarian woman let out a mournful cry, her eyes almost burst into flames when she looked at Yang Ling.

"Ding, you have shattered the barbarian's desire not to have their companions killed in battle, attribute point +1."

Naturally, Yang Ling didn't care so much, the little golden sword circled and attacked the crowd again, and the Dragon Lock in his hand slammed on the mask.

Although the ball became dimmer again, it still stood firm.

In the distance, after the barbarians blocked a round of sword rain, the leader shouted: "Wild Thorn!"

They opened their mouths at the same time and spewed out a cloud of gray gas. After the five streams of gray gas condensed together, they turned into a huge spear and shot towards Yang Ling!

"what!"

Yang Ling was slightly taken aback, and the gourd at his waist flew out with a whoosh. The gourd rose in the wind, and the next moment it collided head-on with the spear!

With a loud explosion, the spear was shattered by the Qionghua fairy gourd, but the fairy gourd also flew back upside down, and Yang Ling took three steps back before standing still.

Although he killed a savage with a single strike, the remaining five people should not be underestimated, especially the leading man, whose realm is comparable to his own.

Yang Ling was not afraid of them, but in this case, he really didn't want to get entangled with this group of people.

Just as he was stabilizing his figure, a range perception alert sounded suddenly, and he instinctively turned sideways to avoid it. A harpoon slammed into his position just now, and was bounced back by the mask with a bang.

Looking intently, there was a large group of Sea Clan killed in the distance, leading by three Sea Clan Xiantian Realm masters.

It was the white-haired old man with the strongest cultivation base who attacked him just now.

Such a big commotion here has long attracted the attention of the monks around. The Sea Clan has the largest number of people entering the secret realm, so how can we do without them!

When the old man saw Yang Ling, he yelled, "Tie Yang, you slaughtered Hailan City, and you will die here today!"

Yang Ling was furious. In front of Qixiahua, no one can retreat. Today is a life-or-death situation.

He shouted: "Okay, it's fine if you come, I'll send you all on your way!"

After saying that, his whole body opened his mouth and sprayed out a thunderball. The next moment, with the thunderball as the center, lightning bolts as thick as little fingers flew in all directions, densely packed and innumerable.

The innate masters of the Sea Clan and the Wild Clan who rushed up were forced by the thunder and had to stop defending. As for the Sea Clan who were not in the Xiantian realm, they died when they were struck by lightning, and they were never spared.

Taking advantage of this gap, Yang Ling hammered the halberd at the light mask fiercely, and circles of ripples spread out, and the light ball inside quickly dimmed.

(End of this chapter)