The others didn't say much, after all, he was indeed seriously injured.
Chu Liuli also felt bored and drove away in the eight-part Tianlong chariot.
The other heroes sighed, feeling crazy.
He wasted his only Sky Breaking Talisman and unexpectedly let the guy escape.
"Let's break up. We can't kill Wang Ling."
Xiao Chengfeng was free and easy, not depressed, and left gracefully.
The others looked at each other and gave Wu Wudi a resentful look.
If he hadn't retreated, Wang Ling wouldn't have been able to escape so easily.
Wu Wudi was also depressed. What does it have to do with me?
It's like you won't hide when the blow hits you.
The eight of them had no enemies. They didn't like anyone, so they each turned around and left in frustration.
The originally lively desert became deserted in an instant, leaving only the sound of wind and sand.
The traces of the battle will also be buried in the wind and sand, and nothing will be left in the end.
In the desert, a desert oasis remains unchanged for hundreds of thousands of years. Even if the environment is harsh, the existence of the oasis cannot be buried.
In the turquoise lake, Wang Ling plunged into the lake with a depressed face.
After a while, Wang Ling emerged from the water. There was no one around except for a few egrets flying by.
After the mess on his body was cleaned, he slowly lifted the hat of his black robe and took off his faceless mask, revealing a delicate and resolute face.
He has a handsome appearance. In Zhou Qiankun's words, this person's appearance is only three points inferior to his.
He exuded an innate majesty that made people dare not take a second look.
He glanced around, waiting for something.
There was nothing but the whistling of the wind.
He had just experienced a fierce battle, and now that he was safe, it was rare for him to relax.
Walk to the shore, lie on the green grass, completely relax and look up at the blue sky and white clouds.
Suddenly, a sudden change occurred, a gust of wind blew up the fallen leaves on the ground, and Zhou Qiankun's figure appeared on the treetops in the distance, looking at Wang Ling teasingly.
Wang Ling stood up suddenly, looking straight at Zhou Qiankun with a bit of astonishment in his eyes.
He was puzzled, why did Lin Qian appear here?
However, he felt happy the next second. He was worried that he could not find Lin Qian, but he took the initiative to send him to his door.
Put on the mask, put on the black robe and hat again, and become that arrogant evil cultivator again.
He flexed his fingers and then made a fist.
He punched suddenly, without saying a word, and moved quickly, bringing up a gust of wind.
He raised his fist and hit Zhou Qiankun on the nose.
This punch was very powerful, and the wind of the punch created a tornado.
The tornado rolled up the vast expanse of yellow sand outside the oasis, covering the sky and covering the earth, obscuring the vision.
The entire desert oasis was submerged under the sandstorm, leaving only a few outlines.
Such a powerful punch obviously made him really angry, and he wanted to let this guy who made him embarrassed know how powerful he was.
Zhou Qiankun just smiled faintly. The big devil who was extremely terrifying in the eyes of the world was just an ordinary enemy to him.
That's fine. It's difficult to communicate with this kind of person unless you convince him.
Zhou Qiankun still wants to know, what is the purpose of the royal family in performing this play?
After getting the Thunder Spirit Bow, he is as fast as lightning. He can draw the bow and shoot arrows in one go.
Thunder arrows pierce the sky, arrows break through the flying sand.
An arrow flew by, and the sky and the earth became clear.
Arrows and fists collided, and there was a burst of lightning and thunder in the sandstorm.
In the end, the sandstorm could not withstand the aftermath of the fight and was shattered on the spot, turning into a heavy rain of yellow sand and flooding the oasis.
Wang Ling's body slid back a hundred feet, leaving a clearly visible scratch on the desert.
He turned his head and looked at his right hand in shock. His right hand was numb and trembling unconsciously.
So strong!
This was his only thought at the moment.
The power of that arrow was at least equivalent to the power of the fourth sword of Dugu Xiaolang's Nine Swords.
The knuckles of his right hand made a crackling sound. He moved his right arm to let the numbness caused by the arrow subside.
"It's interesting. With your strength, you could have joined forces with Dugu Xiaolang to repel me at that time. However, you chose the thankless move to invite Princess Liuli. What are you hiding?"
A gloomy voice sounded from his mouth, causing the temperature in the desert to plummet.
Zhou Qiankun didn't answer, and opened the Thunder Spirit Bow again with his fingers.
Over the desert, the originally clear sky turned into dark clouds, and thunder exploded, making the atmosphere here extremely depressing.
A thunderbolt as thick as a bucket fell from the thunder cloud, tearing apart the heaven and earth like a heavenly sword, and fell directly onto the Thunder Spirit Bow.
A purple thunder arrow was condensed, and the aura of destruction shook the sky.
Looking at that arrow, Wang Ling's whole body was filled with chills, as if he was locked by a divine punishment and could not get rid of it.
Perhaps, only the last sword of Dugu Nine Swords can rival it!
This was a thought that suddenly flashed in Wang Ling's heart.
"Nine Heavens Thunder Miejian, your successor of Fang Xiaoqing?"
Looking at this arrow, he felt terrified.
Zhou Qiankun had a cold face and did not answer.
Let go, the arrow shoots out, splitting the sky and the earth into two parts, and the thunder light illuminates the entire desert.
In Wang Ling's eyes, only this arrow remained.
He took a deep breath, and then, a giant shadow of a hundred feet emerged from behind him.
Like an ancient god and demon, the evil god's dharma body opened its eyes, and its endless killing energy shook the sky.
The evil god's dharma body opened its arms, with only the fighting spirit in its eyes that was not afraid of the sky or the earth, and reached out to grab the destructive thunder arrow.
The blood energy collided with the lightning, and in an instant thousands of feet of yellow sand flew away, and a terrifying sandstorm swept in all directions, covering the sky and the sun.
The thunder exploded, and the evil god's arms exploded, turning into light spots all over the sky and falling to the ground.
An arrow pierced the chest of the evil god's dharma body, and the huge body fell to the ground, stirring up billowing smoke.
Wang Ling looked horrified and looked at Zhou Qiankun in disbelief.
His evil god's dharma body was severely damaged, which was something that had never happened to the Twelve Heroes.
This person is very strong! More powerful than any of the Twelve Heroes.
Zhou Qiankun frowned, that's it?
He sneered and said: "Show your true skills, otherwise you will only be humiliating yourself."
Zhou Qiankun knew that this was not all about Wang Ling's strength.
Wang Ling recovered from the shock and looked at Zhou Qiankun again. At this moment, his whole body was covered with lightning and thunder, just like the undefeated God of War who came out of the thunder!
The thunder of the whole world was trampled under his feet and surrendered to him.
Such power is truly terrifying.
There was no trace of contempt in his eyes.
In his hand, a flag emerged. On top of the flag, ghosts were haunted, and ghosts were crying and wolves howling.
The moment the flag appeared, a dark wind blew between heaven and earth, making people tremble with fear.
It was clearly broad daylight, but the sky and the earth were darkened, as if we were in the Nine Nether Cold Realm, surrounded by evil spirits, and there was a roaring sound impacting the spiritual sea.
There was no trace of the sun in the sky, only dark clouds that could not be dispersed.
Wang Ling looked at the power of the Ghost King's flag with a fierce look in his eyes.
He looked at Zhou Qiankun coldly and proudly, full of confidence.
With the power of this flag, he could overpower Nangong Feiyu, Xiao Chengfeng, and Master Mingwu without falling behind. At this moment, no matter how strong Lin Qian was, he would still be suppressed.
