Boom~

The explosion of destruction continued to sound.

Every bang.

They could all see Qin Sanxiao being blasted ten miles away by Su Ling.

Blood kept spurting out of Qin San's smiling mouth.

suffocated.

This is definitely the most embarrassing pair of Wushen powerhouses.

"I didn't want to do it."

"You have to die."

Su Ling said lightly.

The power of time revolved, and suddenly, the time within a radius of 100 meters stood still and stopped.

Su Ling's body.

Weirdly appeared in front of Qin Sanxiao.

palm.

It was shot on top of Qin Sanxiao's head.

time.

recover.

Qin San smiled strangely and bleed, and his whole body was abolished.

The body fell heavily to the ground.

but.

Su Ling was suspended in the air.

Grab it with one hand.

He grabbed Qin Sanxiao from the air and suspended it in the air.

At this time.

Su Ling waved his hands.

Nine golden needles transformed from True Qi appeared in front of him.

咻咻~

咻咻~

Gold needle, broken empty.

Submerged in Qin Sanxiao's body.

Ah~

Ah~

The tearing screams kept coming out of Qin Sanxiao's mouth. From the screams, it was not difficult to imagine how painful it was that even the martial arts experts couldn't bear it.

Su Ling knew that the battle in the seventh battlefield would be seen from the outside.

while on the island.

Sword Sovereign has already told everyone.

so.

He is not afraid that people will know his methods.

Use the world tree.

It was after the battle that no one outside could see.

Now.

He wants to be known.

Those who provoke his relatives, friends and women will have to pay a heavy price and regret coming to this world.

Do everything.

Su Ling's eyes turned to Pang Wuzun.

now.

Pang Wuzun was dripping with blood.

It's like crawling out of hell.

Destructive ice sword energy.

Constantly tearing space.

Crush Pang Wuzun.

As long as Pang Wuzun can't resist, he will meet in the sword energy.

want to escape.

Already had this idea.

Can.

There's no way to escape.

Sword Qi, Sword Intent.

Fire dragon.

magic weapon.

Lingbao.

Don't give him a chance to breathe.

"Martial God, that's all."

"seriously."

"I have a piece of advice for you, cut yourself."

"But, in front of me, you don't even have the chance to commit suicide. If you don't re-commit, I will pinch you to death with one finger."

Su Ling said lightly.

eyes.

icy.

However, there was a smile on the corner of his mouth.

This smile.

Gives a heartbeat.

"Su Ling, the three young masters won't let you go."

"My holy religion will not let you go."

Pang Wuzun.

Absolutely no dignity.

The dignified **** of war.

He was so pressed and beaten by a Martial Saint. In other words, Su Ling didn't do anything at all, but the Sword Qi and Sword Intent that appeared out of thin air, if he was not a Martial God.

He suspects that there is a Wushen Wuzhongtian powerhouse stealth in the air to deal with him.

"Still no long memory."

"I said it before."

"If you three young masters dare not leave the church, I will go to him."

Su Ling said lightly.

Step by step.

Ignore Sword Qi and Sword Rain.

Go to Pang Wuzun.

For a moment, sword energy, sword rain, and even space.

Stand still.

Su Ling.

Passing through the sword qi and sword rain, strangely appeared in front of Pang Wuzun.

Gold Needle.

Gold needle again.

The nine golden needles sank into Pang Wuzun's body.

Ah~

Ah~

time, recovery.

Everything is restored.

Sword Qi, disappeared.

Jian Yu, disappeared.

All attacks are gone.

Between heaven and earth.

restore calm.

The sound of Pang Wuzun's screams resounded through the heavens and the earth. The martial god's cultivation base was still there, and the whole person screamed in pain, constantly bumping and rolling in the air and on the ground.

There is no fight.

but.

The crystal light curtain has no hours.

because.

The movement from Pang Wuzun's screams made the space tremble.

Screen of light curtain.

projected naturally.

"As long as you say that the Demon Cult is a dog."

"The three young masters are dogs."

"I'll set you free."

Su Ling's tone was calm.

Not the slightest anger.

but.

One can imagine that such Su Ling was born in anger, but he turned anger into calmness and action.