Mixed Miners

Suddenly there was a very screaming scream. Yang Ling’s face was pumped a few times. In the thought of God, Ding Cong’s goods were actually pressed by the head of the Lantern, and the eight claws were like several windmills. The constant shadows are constantly on the armor of Ding Cong. In the constant voice, the dust is rising all over the sky, and Ding Cong is quickly buried under the sand.

And a long tail of the Lantern Festival is still slamming the ground, and the surrounding stones are crushed by the smashing.

Your uncle! Yang Ling feels that countless grass mud horses are madly passing by, and the heart is broken. This Nima is too miserable. Fortunately, there is a magnetic armor protection, otherwise it will have become **** slag.

However, Yang Ling did not intend to go to help, more than a miserable, he has been worse than Ding Cong now, and he almost hangs several times.

Moreover, without the tempering of these horror experiences, people will not grow up. Brothers must help each other, but definitely not for no reason to help, and some things must end up on their own.

"I am too busy to come, you deal with it yourself!" Yang Ling underestimated the promise.

Ding Cong, who was buried in the soil by Yuan Zhen, was about to collapse, crying and crying. "The second child, don't you say that this kind of scorpion is very scum?"

"Yeah!" Yang Ling, while he was dealing with five scorpions, was able to take a break and take a break.

"Why can't I cut the old man?" Ding Cong was arrogant.

"Are you flying a sword?" Yang Ling asked faintly.

Hey~!

Ding Cong stunned and suddenly seemed to wake up. Under the mad attack of Lantern Festival, he took out a wooden sword about a foot long from the ring, and then desperately put all the elements in Dantian into the wooden sword.

"Go to death~!"

Ding Cong suddenly screamed, the wooden sword in his hand stabbed the belly of Yuanxiao, and a bright red light burst on the wooden sword, then a red transparent light blade flew out from the blade and hit the near Close to the belly of the Lantern Festival.

The belly of almost all creatures is the weakest part of the body. Even the Lantern, which is covered with a carapace, is the weakest position.

"噗~"

The red front edge actually exceeded Ding Cong's expectations, and broke through the gray carapace directly into it. The wooden sword behind it also penetrated without any suspense, and even Ding Cong's hand was inserted into the abdomen of Yuanxiao.

The Lantern, who was already pressing Ding Cong's shame, suddenly shook, a red light flashed on the back and disappeared, and the wing on its back suddenly spread out, and several claws were around. After a few violent squats, he slammed weakly.

Yang Ling smiled slightly. As the saying goes, the rabbit is eager to bite, but not to mention people. It is said that Ding Cong’s current strength is smaller than that of ordinary yuan. The most important thing is fear.

Moreover, when the magic weapon is desperate, the power will generally be magnified a lot. Because the magic weapon is different from the standard weapon, the size of the power has a lot to do with the user's ability and mentality. The meta magnetic knife is like a pistol, and the attack power is fixed. If the designed effective attack distance is 30 meters, then anyone can only cause damage at this distance. Exceeding this distance, the gods can't do it. Of course, Gong Quansheng said that the American special forces have the same kind of shooting skills, which is cheating.

The magic weapon is like a bow and arrow. The distance between different shots is different, the power is different, and the damage caused is different. The temple is not innocent.

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Although the wooden sword is a first-order magic weapon, Yang Ling can open the armor of the elite Lantern. Ding Cong, although weakly slag, but desperately, does not necessarily break the shell of the Lantern.

I wanted to face the Lantern Festival for the first time. Yang Ling stepped on his head with his feet. The Yuanxiao of the Yuanyuan is indeed the weakest residue.

"Haha, haha, I killed it!"

Under the belly of Yuan Zhen, the laughter of Ding Cong’s crying and crying was heard. After a while, Yuan Zhen was opened. Ding Cong’s hand was crawling out of the sand with a wooden sword.

Looking at Ding Cong's swaying look, Yang Ling knows that this product is already the end of the strong, not only the exhaustion of energy, but also the shock is not small, so he decided to solve this group of shackles quickly.

The purpose of coming today is to let Ding Cong experience and experience the battle with Yuan Zhen. The purpose has now been reached.

A fierce spirit of scent exudes from Yang Ling, and hundreds of meters are like a sudden splash of ice from the sky. All the Lantern Festivals, including Ding Cong, feel like a body of ice, not only the body, but even The soul is almost frozen.

"Dead~"

Yang Ling sighed softly, and the small arrows condensed by the power of the five spirits pierced into the mind of Wu Yuan Yuan.

This is a simple method of using the power of the gods in the magical spells. It is called the archery of the gods. With the power of the soul and the arrow, with the power of the gods, it instantly breaks the soul of the opponent.

However, this spell is too simple, generally can only deal with opponents whose spirit is much lower than their own, and once they reach the spiritual environment, the spirit has the protection of the armor, and the possibility of success is very low~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Yuanxiao's crust physical defense is very powerful, and even there is a wave of volatility on the surface. It also has a great resistance to simple meta-attacks, but it has no resistance to the power of the soul.

The arrow of the gods did not enter, and the five heads of the scorpion had no time to scream. The direct eyes lost their brilliance and fell from the sky. The squatting squatting on the ground, several groups of sandstorms, and the silence was restored.

"Lam ~ trough ~"

Ding Cong, who was proud of his face, suddenly had a big mouth, and the smile on his face instantly solidified.

Yang Ling waved all the Lanterns into the ring, and then smiled and said: "Let's go, you have a good start today, go back and say!"

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Yang Ling stayed in the magical capital for another two days, mainly to guide Ding Cong's practice and teach some magic weapons, vitality control and simple magical spells.

"Go! Kill another Yuanxiao today!" Yang Ling looked at Ding Cong and seemed to be very skilled in the control of Feijian, so he invited him to the mine again.

Ding Cong took a moment and quickly took the flying sword into the ring, pretending to be stunned.

Yang Ling looked at the toilet door that jingle closed, and shook his head with a black line. The goods were estimated to be scary enough the day before, and the stimulation was a bit big, but I think the state of Ding Cong is still too weak, so Just say hello outside and leave.

On the outskirts of the emperor, a villa hidden in the green woods.

Zhao Qianxing, who is wearing a casual dress, is sitting on the sofa in the living room, and Zhao Fanlong is sitting oppositely.

"Grandpa, things are like this." Zhao Fanlong's face is tight and tight.

Zhao Qianxing did not change his look. He gently tapped the handrail of the mahogany sofa with his hand. After a long time of contemplation, he said with emotion: "These things are related to Yangling. Xiaolong, do you realize the meaning of it?" .)