Devil Island.

Misty Sect.

In front of the huge light curtain, there are countless eyes.

Su Ling's strength.

Beyond all expectations.

his means.

It also makes people tremble.

Although this method may seem cruel, it is understood.

If Su Ling is not strong enough.

Su Ling was even worse than the two Valkyries.

This is the law of the jungle.

"Is he really a Martial Saint?"

"Isn't it supposed to be the sixth or seventh level of Wushen?"

a question.

In the hearts of countless strong people.

but.

Su Ling's realm has been revealed, that is, the Seventh Heaven of Martial Saint.

But his strength.

too scary.

like.

Martial arts have never been used.

Hands are just ordinary fists.

Just regular fists.

Just like Qin Sanxiao, the martial arts powerhouse, beat him violently.

if.

yes if.

Will he kill Qin Sanxiao with his martial skills?

Kill the **** of war!

This thought made everyone tremble.

How do you have such an idea?

This is because Su Ling is too strong and against the sky, so strong that people think of ideas that they would never dare to think about.

this moment.

I don't know how many people would think.

own practice.

All the special training to the dog.

"Magic is a dog."

"The three young masters are dogs."

on the light screen.

Pang Wuzun, who was in pain, shouted loudly.

this situation.

Everyone is sluggish.

Is it really that painful?

would rather die.

In order to let Su Ling give him a relief, he would rather scold his own sect and his own master and three young masters.

"Stand still."

Su Ling said lightly.

from start to finish.

He was not surprised.

If you can endure it with your own means, then it is truly a god.

puff!

Pang Wuzun.

Endured the great pain, stopped.

I saw Su Ling reaching out.

A finger in the air.

The power of destruction fell on Pang Wuzun's eyebrows.

In Pang Wuzun's eyes.

There was a hint of relief.

Under that kind of pain, death is the choice he most desires.

"Magic is a dog."

"The three young masters are dogs."

in the distance.

Qin San laughed hoarsely.

shouted loudly.

want to be liberated.

chi~

Su Ling walked towards Yunmengxi, and out of thin air, a cold sword energy burst out.

It fell on Qin Sanxiao.

Immediately.

Qin Sanxiao died.

magic.

The two warrior gods have fallen.

Crystal light curtain.

The picture disappeared, and everything was calm.

but.

The people in front of the crystal light curtain were sluggish for a long time.

shock.

It can only be described as shock.

"You go back."

Murong Tianyun.

His eyes were withdrawn from the crystal light curtain, and then he looked at Jian Zun and others.

"Disciple obeys."

Jian Zun bowed and saluted.

With Qing Xuan and others, they quickly moved towards the edge of the island and rushed back towards the Misty Sect.

Tianxiang Valley.

Tianxuanmen.

The elders of the two sects also left with their disciples.

…

The seventh battlefield.

Su Ling stood beside Yunmengxi.

in his palm.

The return of the world tree.

The blood and cultivation of the two warrior gods were all swallowed up.

"Husband, do you want to take a break?"

Yunmengxi asked gently.

just fight.

Although not her.

However, Su Ling was worried and felt happy at the same time.

because.

She knew that Su Ling was angry because of her.

"Need not."

"Let's make a move together to break this barrier."

Su Ling shook her head.

There is no need to stay in the seventh battlefield.

Came here for a month.

We have to hurry to the eighth battlefield.

Leave the Devil's Island.

Next.

The two shot together, constantly bombarding the barrier.

Several attacks.

The barrier is broken.

Immediately.

The space seemed to be torn apart. Su Ling pulled Yunmengxi, and with a flash, he entered the torn space crack and disappeared in the seventh battlefield.

when it reappears.

Has come to the eighth battlefield.