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Text_Chapter 87 Throw it up(2/2)

But when Wu Yue was surprised, Ling Feng struck out like lightning, grabbed Wu Yue's neck, and lifted the latter up.

He sneered: "Don't you want to fight on the highest peak of Lingwu Mountain?"

"Now I'll make it happen for you!"

"You are looking for death!"

Wu Yue was furious and his face was trembling. He was going crazy because of his own stupidity. It turned out that he was a clown and had lost his face.

The next moment, his martial crystal energy rushed out, formed a dagger, and stabbed Ling Feng.

"Haha, it's too late!"

Ling Feng dodged the blow by turning sideways, and then he raised his hand and threw it. With a huge force, Wu Yue was thrown directly onto the 80th level of Lingwu Mountain.

"Bang!"

In an instant, the pressure increased suddenly, and without any preparation, Wu Yue staggered and fell on the stone steps like a dog eating shit.

"Ouch"

He screamed miserably, his nose bones were broken, nosebleeds spurted out, and he was so angry that he was going crazy. This was a great shame and humiliation. He was a disciple of the Yin Sect. When had he ever received such an insult?

Immediately afterwards, his warrior's air flow rioted, pushing up the suppressive force, and looked behind him with ferocious eyes.

"Looking for me?"

Ling Feng's cold smile appeared in Wu Yue's eyes in the blink of an eye, and then he grabbed Wu Yue's neck with lightning.

"You..." Wu Yue's pupils shrank abruptly and she stepped back sharply.

Unfortunately, it's too late again.

"Whoosh"

So, he flew again, and was thrown up to the ninetieth level by Ling Feng. The suppressive force instantly fell on him with terrifying momentum, making his body hit the ground like a stone.

"Boom"

His head hit the ground, and he felt like stars were shooting out of his eyes. His body felt like it was being strangled by invisible hands, and he couldn't get up for a short time.

"Dong dong"

Ling Feng kept walking, following Wu Yue, and reached the ninetieth step in ten steps. He was completely unaware of the pressure.

"Whoosh"

The next moment, Wu Yue flew away again. This time, he was even more miserable. He was thrown up the ninety-nine steps. The suppressing force of 5,000 kilograms fell suddenly, causing blood to spurt from his mouth and nose, and his teeth were knocked out.

Even Wu Jing's airflow was suppressed by that force and exploded. For a moment, he wilted and his face became paler. He did not expect that he would be thrown up like this and be pressed there unable to move.
Chapter completed!
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