"I want revenge for my son!"

Song Zhenyu said with a cold and sinister expression. Looking at Jin Ling's heartbroken face, he gradually became proud and pointed at the burned forest in front of him: "You think you just burned these places? You jumped to a high place and raised your eyes to

Look around!”

These words made the young man feel even more depressed. He took two steps back and jumped to the top of a big tree. He looked around and was even more shocked. He saw billowing thick smoke rising from many places in the Jinyuan Zoo Forest.

The total number of cigarettes is no less than eleven or two.

In the forest, fire spreads quickly due to the wind.

"We have worked hard all the way here!" Song Zhenyu's heart was filled with the pleasure of revenge. He had been frustrated in front of Jin Ling for a long time, and was depressed about being forced to leave the lucrative position of village leader. His son was injured and his nephew was killed.

The pain of killing seemed to disappear in this moment.

"Song Zhenyu!" Jin Ling jumped down from the tree, clenched his fists, and his eyes were on fire, "If you want revenge or vent your anger, just come to me directly, just come to your door! Why are you using these forests to vent your anger! These

The forest has grown so dense and large, it is the source of food and clothing for countless local people, and I have never provoked you!"

Song Zhenyu didn't answer. He raised his hand, and the ten immortal soldiers behind him each took out their weapons from behind. Some even unfurled their bows and nocked arrows, aiming at the young man.

But the next second, they were shocked to find that a thick layer of water mist emerged from the young man's body, and he was invisible in the mist, as if he had disappeared.

"Fire the arrow! Fire the arrow!" Song Zhenyu shouted.

With the sound of bow strings, four fine iron arrows were shot into the mist where the young man had just stood. However, they obviously did not hit the person, but hit the trunk of the tree behind, making a loud sound.

The scope of the thick fog is constantly expanding, and the two closest immortal soldiers have been shrouded in it.

"Everyone, be careful, this is the move that boy used to defeat several members of the Fang family!" Song Zhenyu continued to shout. However, these sergeants obviously did not know what happened back then, and they were confused by what they heard.

There was another "clang" sound in the mist, like the sound of a sword being unsheathed.

Several fine iron arrows were fired in the direction of the sound, but still failed.

The two immortals who were first enveloped by the mist had their eyes blurred and wanted to step back in panic. However, they both felt an inexplicable and eerie chill coming from the mist at the same time.

"Quickly retreat!" one of them exclaimed. Just as he was about to retreat, he found that the muscles and blood in his legs seemed to be congealed and refused to obey his orders.

The other person did the same, shouting even more horrified: "What the hell! I can't move my legs!"

Song Zhenyu didn't know why. Hearing the horrified voices of the two men, he became anxious and shouted: "Get out of the fog range quickly! Back away!"

The two of them also wanted to retreat, but their legs seemed to be blocked by ice. No matter how they activated their magical power, they could not break through the restraints. What frightened them even more was that the cold air quickly invaded along their legs,

From thighs, to lower abdomen, to chest, arms...

"Help!" The two of them desperately shouted for help. After taking a few breaths, the cry for help suddenly stopped. The two of them were frozen to death on the spot.

Ghost Heart Jue is a mental technique as well as an immortal skill. It is supplemented by the water power of the Immortal Word Bracelet. It not only brings out its cold meaning to the extreme, but also has a powerful effect in destroying the opponent's thoughts.

If the mind is destroyed, there will be no resistance.

Because, this mental method can actually be practiced only by immortal mind masters.

What the Immortal Mind Master is best at is attacking with his mind.

In the mist, Jin Ling's figure slowly appeared. With a wave of the ant sword in his hand, the heads of the two frozen immortal soldiers flew away from their bodies.

At this time, the water mist dispersed.

There is moisture in the air, the temperature drops sharply, and the flames in the forest that were still raging just now are gradually weakening and teetering on the verge of collapse.

Jin Ling held the Ant Sword and walked towards the panicked Song Zhenyu and others.

"Go! Everyone go together! Kill him!" Song Zhenyu shouted crazily, "He is so cruel, if we don't kill him, we will all die here!"

This sentence immediately aroused the courage of all the immortal soldiers and sergeants. Everyone roared and rushed forward.

"Idiot!" Jin Ling cursed, threw something he had already held in his hand, and then lay on the ground, using all his power to protect himself.

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"boom!"

There was a loud bang.

Fire and thunder exploded among the soldiers, leaving a sky full of stumps, broken arms, and broken flesh and blood, presenting a cruel beauty.

After the fire and thunder, the smoke filled the sky and slowly dissipated with the wind in the forest.

All the soldiers and immortals fell to the ground, rolling and screaming in pain. Even a junior immortal master like Song Zhenyu, who had immortal master-level body-protecting immortal power, was shaken by the powerful impact and sat on the ground, his face turned pale.

Holding his chest, a stream of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

"Deputy Commander Ye of your guard, Master Ye, didn't you tell me that my fire thunder is best at attacking crowded places?" Jin Ling patted the dirt and leaves on his body and walked up to Song Zhenyu leisurely, standing in front of the tip of his sword.

refer to.

"Master Ye..." Song Zhenyu just spoke, his face changed again, and he spurted out a large mouthful of blood. His heart and lungs were seriously injured.

He remembered that when Ye Zheng was hunting Jin Ling, he took a dozen of his immortal subordinates out, but returned to the camp alone and seriously injured. Those dozen or so immortal soldiers were never seen again.

figure.

Did they also die under fire and thunder?

Before he could finish his thoughts, he heard a scream. He looked up and saw that it was Jin Ling holding a sword in both hands and stabbing down, directly into the chest of a seriously injured sergeant, killing him.

Song Zhenyu's heart trembled and he pointed at Jin Ling: "You, you..."

"What am I?" The young man raised his eyebrows and suddenly remembered something. He took out a wooden sign and two iron nails from his arms and nailed them to the trunk of a big tree nearby. He pointed at the sign and said, "See clearly.

No? Jinyuan belongs to the territory, any trespassers will be killed!"

"You entered our Jinyuan Beast Farm without permission and set fire to the forest. This is an unforgivable crime! As the Lord of Jinyuan, I, Jin Ling, am here to sentence you all to death!"

With that said, he walked up to the second sergeant whose leg was injured by fire and lightning. Just when the sergeant was about to ask for mercy, before he could even utter the first word, his chest was stabbed directly.

"We, we are from the military..." said a sergeant who had regained his consciousness a little, "You, Mr. Ye, Mr. Tong, all know that we are here, they, they...

....”

"So what if I know I killed you?" Jin Ling sneered, "You are under the Nine Springs, you can ask Ye Zheng in your dream, I have killed many people in your military, he still dares to fart

What!"

The Ant Sword was swung sideways, and the sergeant's head flew into the air.

Except for the four sergeants who had been killed by the fire and thunder, all others who were still alive were killed by Jin Ling with one sword. After a while, he walked up to Song Zhenyu.

"Village Master Song, oh no, Village Master Song Qian, do you have any last words?" The young man held a sword in both hands, ready to stab.

Song Zhenyu was heartbroken and tried his best to catch the weapon that had fallen nearby. After this movement, he could not even sit still and half-lyed on the ground.

"I really can't bear it to get to this point." Jin Ling sighed, "I also really can't figure out why, back then, I was a little country boy, and more than two years later, I can actually become a

I have found a person who can control the life and death of the former head of a village and now the marching secretary of the military guard."

"It's so frustrating that fate plays tricks on people."
Chapter completed!