The Ultimate Villain of Fantasy chapter 1191

The Ultimate Villain of Fantasy
Page 1191
Boom! Ding Yu, who was thrown into the field, was exhausted, but she still raised her head and stared at the scene of the explosion, only to see the dust spreading everywhere, but in the mist, there was a black shadow standing, the dust was in the whirlwind. Gradually drifting away, the dark shadow gradually became clear.
Papa! Heavy footsteps sounded, and the black shadow staggered out of the dust. Although he walked crookedly, it proved that he was seriously injured and uncontrollable, but Ding Yu still felt hopeless.
She turned her head with difficulty to look at Ye Ling, who was lying motionless on the ground, and muttered sadly.
“sorry……!”
She tilted her head and fainted.
Since Ye Ling’s mental world has stabilized, her brain has recovered, but her body is still stiff, as if in the world of nothingness, there is a taut string that binds her tightly, no matter how hard she tries, she can’t break free.
He was first hit by the air current, only to feel that his body was stepped on by a herd of beasts, and he felt pain everywhere.
Now I was thinking about how to break free, but suddenly I heard an apologetic voice.
For a while, he couldn’t digest this sentence, but he felt his heart beat suddenly, his brain was congested, and everything in front of him became: dazed.
I’m sorry… Ding Yu, is Ding Yu also dead haha! Another dead one! There is one… right in front of me! Ah ah… right in front of me! Ye Ling’s breathing suddenly became rapid, and she saw it again in her eyes. The projection of that year, that…the shriveled corpse on the ground, that…stubborn boy.
Now… Now it’s Ding Yu’s turn! An inexplicable emotion flooded his brain, the coldness quickly ran through his body, and the taut string melted silently.
He stood up abruptly, his eyes were blood red, and the joints of his hands and feet were cracking and falling apart, but he stubbornly walked towards the figure in the dust step by step.
This is not dead, I will give you another ride.
Ye Ling reached into the pocket, took out a talisman sculpture, activated it at the same time, and threw it like a stone.
【Tiangfeng】A vortex with metallic luster is born.
However, before the cutting force of the whirling dance could exert its maximum torque, it was abruptly blocked by a battle axe. The battle axe did not even have the blessing of infuriating energy, and only relying on the tempered steel, let [Zang Feng] dissolve in the air. .
Ye Ling’s pupils shrank, stepped forward, and threw the spirit stone again.
[Earth Flowing Fire] Puff puff… The thirty-six o’clock fire is separated by a layer of body-protecting infuriating energy.
【Ice Flower】The surrounding is blasted and the sky is frozen.
This time, the middle-aged Tomahawk finally rolled away in embarrassment.
Ye Ling had frost on her brows, she was already quite close to her target at this moment, he gritted his teeth and hated: “I don’t believe I can’t kill you.”
While the battle axe was still middle-aged: before he rolled to the ground, another talisman sculpture [Zang Feng] just landed in his arms, and the metal vortex no longer surrounded him this time.
Chapter Murderous aura suddenly erupted “Die!”
Ye Ling stared coldly at the situation inside.
Suddenly, the middle-aged tomahawk shouted loudly, and the whole person bounced into the air like a ball, “slap!”
It fell to the side of the road.
He was all tattered, but he was able to struggle to get up. All the exposed skin on his face and hands had white scratches, but there was no blood oozing out.
Chapter 146 Internal Injury Superposition
He stared at Ye Ling fiercely.
“Is there any more… It’s my turn for the talismans!”
Ye Ling narrowed her eyes, the corners of her eyes twitched, she reached into her pocket and took out the last talisman carving.
This talisman carving is a [falling wooden stake], which is… that pseudo-superior grade that surpassed the ninth grade.
Fake super product! Can the talisman be like a sharp weapon in the hands of a child, although the sharp weapon is enough to kill adults.
But children are still children after all, and there may only be one chance to assassinate them, and they must succeed with one blow.
Ye Ling clenched the talisman in her hand, feeling the hard texture and infusing her true energy.
The green mist rippling in the palm of the hand, rising like a cloud, it swayed in the palm of the hand, as if it was confused, it had no target and no aggressiveness.
This is the unique method of the talisman, to endure it and not let it go, just to find the best time.
The middle-aged battle axe stopped, with a cautious face, the battle axe in his hand was slowly raised, very slowly, as if it was a vital weight, and even his wrists were shaking slightly.
He laughed at himself, and he fell into a rut, and he had to be vigilant in the face of the ninth-rank talisman carving. It was ridiculous. Now, only by killing this difficult talisman carving master can he erase the stains of this life.
Murderous aura erupted suddenly, and the battle axe hung in front of his chest.
The middle-aged battle axe stared at Qing Wu with a sneer at the corner of his mouth: “[Falling wooden stakes] it’s just, the rune carvings used on the construction site dare to be used for battle, you will be the most naive rune carver in history.”
Ye Ling’s face was expressionless, his palm was flat, and he slowly handed out the talisman carving in his hand.
His eyes were focused, staring at the ghost-like blue mist floating in his palm, swaying, but he could never escape from the palm of his hand.
This scene is so familiar, it’s like [Domain] when deducing the array diagram.
It’s [Domain] in the palm of your hand! Ye Ling’s eyes skyrocketed.
Pop! The talisman was broken into powder, and the drifting blue mist was like a beast that broke free from its cage, slammed, and then raised its head.
The next moment, it “swoops”
With a bang, like an arrow from a string, it swiftly rushed to the middle-aged battle axe. Just as the axe was about to drive away the plucking, it paused strangely, spun down, and instantly broke through the axe’s defense line, stabbing like a vine. Tomahawk middle-aged thighs.
Ho! The middle-aged battle axe let out a low voice and looked down at the green mist that was sticking to his legs like mud. The green mist could not break through his defenses, but it was like a maggot on his tarsus, clinging to his legs, no matter what. Wherever it goes, it will stick like a maggot on the tarsus.
Shock flashed in his eyes, surprised at Ye Ling’s powerful soul control.