The strongest cheating student

Chapter 144 Water Cloud Palm

Falling in love with Mu Ling, a woman who is as beautiful as a fairy, is Mr. Zhao, not this little uncle of the Zhao family, so this old guy is very clear-headed. Thinking of the woman in front of him who does not eat fireworks in the world, kill him Ten lives and many innocent servants died in her hands.

He must find a way to abolish her, and then bring her back, give her a certain punishment, and absolutely not let her escape.

"Mu Ling, you know, I love you, I really love you, but after this incident, it is impossible for us to be together again, you go, don't let me see you next time, or I will endure I can't stop killing you." Mr. Zhao held a long sword in his hand, teardrops dripped down, looked at the woman he once loved, and said to her through gritted teeth.

"Bastard, your brain is full of water, you can't do it, just let me do it, I will never let her go, even if I don't kill her, I have to take her back to the Eight Desolation Pure Land Dharma Sect door." The uncle of the Zhao family sent Mr. Zhao flying dozens of meters away with a palm, but he didn't hurt him and said: "Don't worry, I won't kill her in front of you, I just crippled her. Give her back!"

"don't want……"

Mr. Zhao saw his uncle making a move and wanted to stop him, but it was too late. With the strength of the second level of Martial Saint, how could it be his little ability to stop him?
Of course, Mu Ling wouldn't just sit still and make full use of Ghost Shadow Tracking Step, dodging his terrifying palm print attack as quickly as possible, not daring to touch him head-on, and let him slap him in the air.

"What a powerful footwork, such a weird footwork, but you underestimate me too much." The palm missed Mu Ling, and when he saw Mu Ling's weird footwork flickering, he immediately cast Bahuang Unique to the Pure Land Dharma Sect: Lightning, Wind and Thunder Steps.

The incarnation was like lightning, very fast, as if melting into the wind, and his spiritual consciousness locked on to Mu Ling, followed closely behind Mu Ling, and slapped her back with one palm after another, without any understanding of pity.

"Long Long..." The palm prints were slapped on the ground, kicking up a cloud of sand and leaving a deep handprint on the ground. If it was slapped on Mu Ling, he would be seriously injured if he didn't die. It could be seen that he really wanted to destroy Mu Ling.

No matter how amazing the figure is, Mu Ling is only a ninth-level Martial King, and this old guy is a powerful second-level Martial Saint, a difference of one realm, not the same level at all, how to fight him, and the strength of Qinglian Help her escape for hundreds of miles?
After dodging more than a dozen palms, the Zhao family's uncle saw that he couldn't hit her with one palm, and felt that it was a shame for him.

So, he didn't hold back anymore, and slapped Mu Ling hundreds of times in a row, like palm prints all over the sky, and slapped Mu Ling.

The long day's palm prints left Mu Ling with no room to dodge. Mu Ling could only slap out his slender jade palm, hoping to dissolve his palm strength.

It's a pity that my own strength is too weak, and I can't stop his strong strength at all. I hit him twice in a row, and my whole petite body flew more than a hundred meters away, breaking several century-old trees.

What Mr. Zhao didn't want to see happened, but seeing the woman he loves being injured by his uncle, if it wasn't for Mu Ling's strong cultivation, he would have been ruined long ago.

"Stop making unnecessary resistance, and follow me back to the Dharma Sect of the Eight Desolation Pure Land, maybe the elder of the Dharma Sect of the Eight Desolation Pure Land, considering you are young and have extraordinary talents, maybe you will be under house arrest for ten or eight years Year……

Mu Ling slowly got up from the ground, wiped the blood on the corner of his mouth, looked at Zhao's uncle and said coldly: "In the eyes of you strong, the existence of the weak cannot be tolerated. If I follow you back, I am afraid that I will not die in In the hands of the people of the Eight Desolation Pure Land Dharma Sect, it will die in your hands."

"Hmph!" Leng Leng snorted.

This uncle of the Zhao family is not Mr. Zhao, so he is not such an idiot. Just now Mu Ling said: Killing one is a crime, but slaughtering ten thousand is a hero; killing nine million is a hero among heroes.

He knew very well that if Mu Ling was so talented and terrifying, once she became strong, let alone a Zhao family on the second and third floors of the Martial Saint; she might massacre tens of thousands of disciples of the Eight Desolate Pure Land Dharma Sect It's clean, do you believe it?
For a decisive woman like this, he wants to abolish Mu Ling now, and then bring her back to the Dharma Sect of the Eight Desolation Pure Land, and wait for the Law Enforcement Hall to give her the punishment she deserves.

"Whoosh..." Mu Ling didn't want to fight with him. When she stood up, she immediately used her ghostly shadow to escape in the direction of Han Wudao. A mile is a mile if she can get closer to Han Wudao.

It was useless to run away, now that Mu Ling was injured, his speed was much slower, and the uncle of the Zhao family was chasing after him closely, and Mr. Yue was also chasing after him closely, I felt uncomfortable.

"You're still a man, it's in vain that I'm infatuated with you. Could it be that you just watched uncle kill me with white eyes?" Mu Ling said to Mr. Zhao who was chasing after him while running away.

"Uncle, let her go. This matter is because our Zhao family is sorry for her. Let her live." Mr. Zhao said thinking of his beloved woman who was seriously injured by his uncle.

"Are you stupid? If we let her go today, can you guarantee that she will grow stronger and not kill us?" Uncle Zhao scolded: "If you can't do it, I will do it for you, your parents, Dozens of members of the Zhao family took revenge and made her pay with blood."

"I promise, I won't kill you, I just want to live." Mu Ling assured them as she ran away, but she swore in her heart: "If you don't die today, you two trash will be wiped out in the future, so that you can survive No, I can’t ask for death.”

"Do you think I will believe it? Look at the trick: Shuiyun Palm!" After living a long time, he has seen far away. Young people have eaten a lot, and they would rather kill the wrong than let it go. This is the mentality of the strong...

Shuiyun Palm is one of the unique techniques of the Eight Desolation Pure Land Dharma Enunciation Sect. Once this move is made, a large handprint of tens of meters, crystal clear, exuding cloud and mist, slaps towards Mu Ling who is running away.

From the looks of it, it wasn't fast, but it wasn't slow either. To deal with the seriously injured Mu Ling, this move was enough to suppress her.

Faced with this move, Qinglian in Mu Ling's body wanted to help her, but in the end it didn't appear because it felt that the infatuated Mr. Zhao rushed over and stood in front of Mu Ling. A handprint several meters in size collided with this handprint tens of meters in size.

"Long..." There was another loud noise, like an intercontinental missile detonating, a powerful wave of air swept around, and the surrounding trees fell.

"You are looking for death, you idiot, how can my Zhao family be so stupid!" The uncle of the Zhao family saw that Mr. Zhao was not afraid of death, so he blocked his move with his half effort.

Fortunately, this is not his all-out attack. Maybe he doesn't want to kill Mu Ling in front of Mr. Zhao, because he doesn't want this nephew to hate him. After all, there are only two uncles and nephews left in the Zhao family, who are the only relatives in this world; He just wanted to abolish Mu Ling, and then bring her back to the Dharma Sect of the Eight Desolation Pure Land, and wait for her punishment from the Law Enforcement Hall.

The eldest brother died at the hands of Mu Ling, so he could only take on the responsibility of his uncle and take care of this infatuated guy for the rest of his life.

"Pfft!" Mr. Zhao spat out a mouthful of blood, got up from the ground, and continued to stand in front of Mu Ling, who was injured by true energy and whose snow-white dress was covered with blood.

Looking up at this lofty uncle, she begged him, "Uncle, let her go when my nephew begs you."

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