Ling Yunxi is a fierce general killed in the battlefield after all. The feather arrow in his hand is like a sharp weapon to capture the soul. Every arrow killed has a deadly murderous spirit.
It is a pity that, with his great accomplishments, he was able to resist the heavy pressure of the two xuanhuangs. Finally, he could only resist the heavy pressure of the two xuanhuangs.
The man in blue who killed in Ling's mansion retreated two people.
"Little Lord, I didn't find Ling Luoyu!"
This result, as expected by Che Shishan, also gave him an excuse to kill.
With a wave of his high spirited hand, "the son owes the father! If you can't find a small one, you'll kill the two old ones! "
"Yes
Two blue mountain people came out in response to the sound, respectively, to Ling Bufan and Ling Yun West.
Both of them are the five fold cultivation of xuanhuang. As soon as they make a move, they use absolute superiority to suppress Ling Bufan and Ye Ling.
"Poof!"
Under absolute pressure, two people were seriously injured and vomited blood.
The wheelchair under Ling Yunxi's body is more unbearable, "click" a sound, broken into pieces.
When he fell, he suddenly turned up and half knelt on the ground.
Che Shishan didn't pay attention to his change, because Ling Yunxi was no different from a dead goods.
"Master Qi and master Meng, you are the two of them, please..."
He clapped his hands and walked to his tiger leather chair.
"Pa!"
An egg hit the seat.
He suddenly raised his head: "who did it?"
Before the words fell, dozens of eggs fell from the crowd.