There, Mr. Su and Emperor Ling were already fighting!
Figures intertwined, swords and swords flashed!
For a time, the two people were fighting inextricably!
Everyone watched with rapt attention and held their breath!
And soon, Mr. Su actually gained the upper hand!
"Oh my god! Look, everyone! Mr. Su has the upper hand. Just now, he slapped Ling Emperor's right shoulder hard with his Ghost Crying Wolf Howling Stick!"
"I saw it too, I saw it too!"
"Isn't the Ling Emperor still dead now?!"
"Who said that Mr. Su is lying under the bed and cannot collapse? Who said that Mr. Su is critically ill? Does this look like he is critically ill?!"
"That's right, the Emperor Ling had calculated everything, but he just didn't calculate it until this day. Hahaha, the Emperor Ling is dead!"
Countless people are excited and excited.
Mrs. Nangong grabbed Su Luo and cried with joy: "Luoluo! Luoluo! Luoluo!!! Your grandpa is not sick, right?! Your grandpa can kill the Ling Emperor, right?!"
Many people who didn't know the truth had their eyes fixed on Su Luo! They wanted to get a definite answer from her face.
But Su Luo at this moment...
Her heart was so painful that she couldn't breathe!
She knew why her grandfather chose to use such a brutal and reckless killing move!
Because he doesn't have much time...
Su Luo could clearly see that the life span was decreasing from Mr. Su's body, falling in a straight line!
Originally, he only had three years, but now, he didn't use a single move, and every minute he spent... was overdrafting his lifespan!
Su Luo knows better than anyone else that although grandpa's life is approaching, he still has a chance to burn his soul!
But once the soul is burned, his life will...
"Grandpa...don't...grandpa...grandpa..."
At this moment, Su Luo's heart ached to the extreme!
Every minute and every second is suffering!
Others who were originally very excited were startled when they saw the complicated expression on Su Luo's face... Could Mr. Su really be seriously ill? But...
Everyone subconsciously raised their heads and looked at the super strong man who fought with the Ling Emperor in mid-air and suppressed the Ling Emperor... He didn't look like he was seriously ill!
At this moment, the Spirit Emperor in mid-air became more frightened the more he fought with Mr. Su!
His heart gradually sank...
How could this happen...Didn't it mean that this old man was seriously ill? Why was his strength...
"This one is for Luo Yatou!"
Bang!
Mr. Su hit Emperor Ling's left shoulder with a stick.
Ouch!
The Emperor Ling let out a scream of pain, like a ghost crying or a wolf howling!
Bang!
"This one is for Xiao Yan!"
The Ghost Crying Wolf Howling Stick in Mr. Su's hand hit the Spirit Emperor like raindrops!
The poor Ling Emperor dodged left and right, but he still got hit from time to time.
Everyone below was dumbfounded!
"Look! Look!"
"How is Emperor Ling at a disadvantage? He is clearly being suppressed and beaten by Mr. Su!"
"Look! Mr. Su is waving that ghost-crying-wolf-howling stick with so much vigor! How does he look like a terminally ill old man?!"
"Hahahaha, the Spirit Emperor has kicked the iron plate!"
However
But no one thought about it, since Mr. Su is so strong, why didn't he show up before? It's impossible for a strong man like him not to feel this powerful wave, but why didn't he come?
Emperor Ling's heart slowly sank, almost to the bottom of the valley.
How could this happen... How could this old man be so powerful?!