Chapter nine hundred and sixty fifth battle of wits and courage
The gaze slowly penetrates, one hundred meters, two hundred meters, three hundred meters, four hundred meters...
It wasn't until one thousand meters, when Su Yu's gaze reached the limit, that he finally spotted two figures fighting each other.
He actually knew one of them!
He was a young man in his mid-twenties, with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes. He was quite handsome. He was none other than Senior Brother Tang who was eager to protect her.
At this moment, he was fighting hard with a woman wearing Zixiao Palace costume.
Both of them are the top cultivators of the eighth-grade divine masters, and they can sweep all around in one shot.
Even though he was a thousand meters away, Su Yu could still feel the power of the moves.
If Su Yu fought with any of them, it would be difficult to win in a short time without using one or two special skills.
The two fought for a while, and the area was in a mess, and both of them had injuries on their bodies.
The woman in particular was panting, her spiritual energy was severely depleted, and her physical strength was severely exhausted.
Under the gravity of Zixiao Secret Realm, physical exertion is particularly intense.
On the other hand, Senior Brother Tang, perhaps because he is a male, has more or less practiced body tempering, and his performance is much better than that of women.
If nothing else happens, Senior Brother Tang will win in the end.
"Tang Ling, do you really want to compete with me to the end? We are both at the top of our cultivation, so it would be a pity to be eliminated like this!" After a frontal blow, the woman took advantage of the force to retreat and scolded lightly.
Tang Ling also stopped, stared at the woman and said, "Junior Sister Cao Ling was the one who made the move in the beginning. If Tang hadn't been more capable, wouldn't he have been eliminated by Junior Sister Cao Ling? Now he chooses to stop fighting. Senior Brother can agree to it, and it will pass.
Blood, I can’t agree to it.”
Hearing this, Cao Ling smiled sweetly: "Senior brother Tang Ling, I was just hot-headed just now. Please forgive me for taking action rashly. Here is a bottle of Huiyuan Pill that can quickly replenish spiritual energy and physical strength. I believe it can compensate senior brother. If we continue to fight like this,
I’m just afraid that the fishermen will benefit from it.”
Tang Ling frowned and weighed the pros and cons for a long time before giving up: "Huh, if we meet in Linlang Wonderland, we won't be so lucky! Forget it this time, we won't do it next time!"
Cao Ling was right. The battle between them was tense and it was very likely that outsiders would be concerned about it.
It is not even ruled out that there are people who are watching with eager eyes, waiting for both of them to suffer losses.
Cao Ling smiled when she heard this and threw a jade bottle over in the air.
Tang Ling was wary and did not take it with his hands. Instead, he rolled it up with his sleeve and rolled it back. He looked at it carefully and showed a smile: "Yes, it is indeed the Huiyuan Pill."
"In that case, let's say goodbye." Tang Ling handed over his hand and did not swallow the pill on the spot. Instead, he prepared to take it to a safe place and carefully identify it before swallowing it.
As he spoke, Tang Ling backed away cautiously.
However, Cao Ling's face suddenly showed a hint of sarcasm: "Senior Brother Tang, why didn't you take it on the spot? Are you afraid that Junior Sister might harm you?"
"Haha, can it be that if I give something to Junior Sister, Junior Sister can accept it with peace of mind?" Tang Ling asked back.
Cao Ling showed a cunning smile: "Of course Junior Sister is also worried, so if I want to poison, it will not be on the elixir, but on the smell."
Smell? Tang Ling was startled, then his expression changed drastically, and he immediately threw out the jade bottle in his sleeve.
However, it seemed that it was already too late. Tang Ling suddenly twitched all over and foamed at the mouth, as if he had been electrocuted. He fell straight down. Only one pair of eyes could move rapidly, with surprise and panic in his eyes.
"Haha, I finally waited for this moment." Cao Ling came over and smiled sweetly: "Do you know how to deal with strong people of the same level? I have simulated it dozens of times in my mind, and even in the Zixiao Secret Realm many times.
When used, the effect is very good.”
For the people of Zixiao Palace, Zixiao Secret Realm is like their own back garden, and even this fighting method can be practiced personally at any time.
No, Tang Ling fell into this trap.
Tang Ling's whole body was twitching, his eyes rolled white, and he looked as if he was about to be teleported out.
Cao Ling knelt down and patted his face with a half-smile: "Goodbye, Senior Brother Tang. It seems that you can only wait until a hundred years later to participate in Linlang Wonderland again."
After speaking, Cao Ling grabbed the Zixiao Qi above Tang Ling's head.
However, the moment she moved her hand, her expression suddenly changed. She not only quickly retracted her hand, but also jumped back quickly.
Pfft——
But it was still too late, a piece of snow-white light was suddenly thrown out from Tang Ling's sleeve and inserted into Cao Ling's abdomen.
With great force, Cao Ling flew upside down and hit a giant tree, making a crashing sound.
Cao Ling covered her abdomen and looked at Tang Ling in disbelief as she slowly got up: "You're not poisoned?"
Tang Ling wiped the white saliva from the corner of his mouth, and a sarcastic smile appeared on his painful face: "Do you think you can deceive me with this little trick?"
I saw Tang Ling take out an amber from his chest. A white insect was solidified in the amber, like snow, exuding a faint fragrance.
"The Hundred Poison Cicada?" Cao Ling was surprised. The Hundred Poison Cicada is a spiritual insect that has been extinct since ancient times. It is said that it survives by devouring various poisons in the world.
In ancient times, it was often used as a spiritual creature to avoid poison.
In the current era, there are almost no traces of this object, and only occasionally there are fossils similar to those wrapped in amber.
But even though it is a fossil, the faint fragrance it exudes can still detoxify poisons.
This is the reason why Tang Ling was poisoned at first but was fine later.
How could Cao Ling have imagined that Tang Ling still possessed such a treasure?
"Junior sister, it's over." Tang Ling sneered and struck with a cold punch.
This punch contained Tang Ling's full strength. Cao Ling, who was seriously injured, was no match for him.
Cao Ling's life was threatened, and a space force appeared around her, wrapping her up and teleporting her away from the area.
A wisp of Zixiao Qi on the top of his head was left behind and was held by Tang Ling.
Zixiao's true energy flew into Tang Ling's head, causing the original Zixiao's true energy to fully double in size.
After doing this, Tang Ling looked around, preparing to leave immediately and find a place to restore his spiritual power and physical strength.
"Who?" Tang Ling suddenly scolded.
Su Yu was slightly shocked, exposed?
After thinking for a while, Su Yu slowly retreated, his body moved but then suddenly stopped, and he stared at the area a thousand meters away, beyond his sight.
In his perception, there was a domineering aura, slowly approaching.
Tang Ling seemed to sense something, his expression was extremely solemn, and he stared a hundred meters away.
The clouds and mists were rolling, and the rapids were turbulent, as if a ferocious beast was gradually approaching from the depths of the clouds and mists.
It was quiet all around, the insects stopped chirping, and even the wind gradually became quiet.
Only the clouds that kept rolling in exuded a strange pressure.
Su Yu, who was thousands of miles away, also felt this unusual oppression.
Su Yu asked himself that he had seen many masters of the God Lord, and he had even killed a ninth-grade God Lord with his own hands.
However, no powerful God Lord could give him such a feeling of oppression.
It seemed that what he was facing was not the Lord of God, but an old monster of all kinds.
Tang Ling had a thin layer of cold sweat on his forehead. He clenched his fists and shouted in a low voice, "Who is it?"