super music master

In the darkness, a tall, strong, blond white man with a pale face slowly walked out.

"Didn't you say that there are no enemies above level F? Didn't the intelligence show that there would be no enemies?" He whispered with some choking. The pistol in his hand was shaking violently.

Wu Ling stared at him calmly. The long sword vibrated slightly, and scarlet blood beads slid down the blade. He opened his lips and was about to speak when his figure suddenly disappeared from where it was.

"Bang!" A gunshot sounded.

"I knew you would do this trick." Wu Ling stood two meters away with an unchanged expression.

The blond white man chuckled miserably. He casually threw away the pistol in his hand and pulled out a forearm-long hunting knife from his waist.

He growled lowly, arched his head, and rushed towards Wu Ling heavily.

Wu Ling stood there calmly, smiling and watching him rush over, like a furious lion. But with desperate despair and courage.

"Huh." As the clothes were turning, there was a soft sound, and another string of blood beads gently slid down the tip of the sword.

With a clang, the three-foot sword slowly closed its scabbard.

Wu Ling turned around slowly: "Come out."

"I never expected that I could meet a master of this level just by coming here for a look."

Calm footsteps approached slowly and rhythmically.

In the darkness, Wu Ling's eyes began to emit a light blue halo.

A slender figure quietly walked out of the shadows.

"I knew there would be an accident. These incompetent rubbish." The figure's eyes also glowed with scarlet. "I don't want to fight you if it's not necessary."

"Oh? So now do you think it is necessary to fight?" Wu Ling held the hilt of the sword, pursed his lips, and tried his best to cover up the raging murderous intent in his heart. He originally thought that through killing, he could expel all the murderous intent in his heart.

But now it seems that this idea simply doesn't work.

After easily killing three white people, his murderous intention not only did not weaken at all, but became more violent. It was accompanied by a desire for complete destruction, destroying the enemy in front of him, destroying the city under his feet, and even the entire world.

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By this time, Wu Ling knew clearly. The bottleneck this time was probably not as simple as he imagined. There must be something he didn't notice, which led to the current bitter consequences. But, what are these?

The figure didn't know that the young man in front of him was still thinking wildly when he was facing him. He looked at Wu Ling with his head down playfully and said calmly: "This decision is not mine, but yours!"

"Oh? What kind of decision do I need to make?" Rubbing the three-foot sword, his heart seemed to slowly return to calm.

"Submit to our Tiangong, and you will be a member of our Tiangong. Everything in the past will be completely sold. Otherwise, death!" The figure said, with a strong sense of pride in his words, and a hint of charity that Wu Ling hated.

"Has anyone ever said that your tone of voice is actually very annoying?" Wu Ling suddenly raised his head and stared at the figure in front of him. A dangerous light flashed in his light blue eyes.

"It seems that you have already made a decision!" The figure shook his head regretfully: "What a pity, you have made a very wrong decision!"

"Really?" Wu Ling held the three-foot sword in both hands.

"Actually, I really want to see the power of a D-level master. I hope you won't disappoint me."

In the dark night, a silver light flashed.

"You are looking for death!" the figure said in a low voice.

"Who knows!" Wu Ling bowed slightly.

In an instant, with a sound of "噌...", the three-foot sword drew a perfect arc and cut into the shadow.

"Bang..."

The silver light belt led a silver light path and rushed straight towards the figure. Countless silver light spots exploded and flew like raindrops.

Wu Ling's blue eyes met the man's red eyes.

"Have you felt it? The burning of life!!" He chuckled, and his right knee instantly hit him. The opponent quickly blocked with his elbow.

"Bang!"

The two of them separated.

"You are not weak!" The figure was unable to help but retreat due to this huge force. Each of the three or four steps left a deep footprint.

Wu Ling took two steps back, stood still and looked at the figure with a disappointed look on his face: "Unfortunately, you are not as strong as I thought!"

Indeed, it was just a simple exchange, but it was a direct physical collision, and Wu Ling basically had a certain understanding of the figure's strength.

If we were just comparing physical fitness, there was no way the human figure could compare with him. Duo Duo had just reached a level of 10. Compared with his physical fitness of 14, there was a huge gap in physical fitness between the two.

Therefore, during the mutual probing attacks, he could easily crush the figure with his body. But the figure had no way of blocking Wu Ling's attack.

Of course, this result does not mean that Wu Ling can directly win this battle. D-level masters have entered another realm, which means that it is their power, not their body, that is powerful.

Just like Lu Qing, after he releases his momentum, his physical quality can be directly strengthened several times. Even if he cuts with a three-foot sword, he can't break his defense. Only at the last moment, he used the sword unexpectedly.

·With one move, you can directly break through the opponent's defense, otherwise you won't be able to fight at all.

Therefore, although he had the upper hand, Wu Ling was not relaxed. Facing a D-level master, he could not ignore it.

Wu Ling understood, and so did the human figure, so although he was at a disadvantage physically, the human figure was not depressed. But when he looked at Wu Ling, there was inevitably a trace of shock in his eyes, as well as a trace of jealousy, and

, greed.

Of course, more of it is murderous intent.

"I take back what I just said. Your talent is worthy of our Heavenly Palace's invitation! As long as you are trained by our Heavenly Palace, you will definitely have a place among the seventy-two divine generals, not to mention the four Heavenly Emperors!" the figure said again.

Invited.

Although he was jealous of Wu Ling's talent, Renying knew what kind of gains he would gain if he helped Tiangong recruit a real genius. So when facing Wu Ling, he just barely suppressed the strong murderous intention in his heart.

Not everyone can see the rise of a genius, at least, he doesn't want to.

"Four Heavenly Emperors? Seventy-two Divine Generals?" Wu Ling couldn't help repeating the two unfamiliar words he just heard in a low voice. Although it was just a simple title, Wu Ling could also feel that the group of people in Tiangong were no longer there.

Think of yourself as a sincere human being, but as a higher-level god. For such an organization, let alone friction with him, even if it is invited by the other party at the beginning, he will not agree in the end.

"Yes, the four Heavenly Emperors and Divine Generals are the most powerful gods in our Heavenly Palace, and they are also the leaders of the entire Heavenly Palace! With your talent, you can definitely learn from them, and sooner or later you can take their place. By that time

, the entire supernatural world will obey your orders!" The figure had a look of admiration on his face.

Wu Ling could see that the figure was not lying or pretending at this time. In their hearts, those superpowers might really be the greatest gods. But Wu Ling didn't like such an expression, because in his previous life

, he once saw such an expression on a friend. And his friend was a crazy believer, and eventually his family was ruined.

"Very attractive!" Wu Ling held the three-foot sword in one hand and the scabbard in the other.

Hearing what Wu Ling said, the figure's expression became happy, thinking that Wu Ling was about to agree, but Wu Ling's next words made his expression completely gloomy.

"But it's a pity that you are a little late. Although I don't admire Mr. Guan's loyalty very much, but since I have taken advantage of others, I don't want to bear the word betrayal!" The three-foot sword in his hand

Draw a semicircle and eventually point straight at the figure in front of you.

Smiling slightly, showing his white teeth: "So, it's better for you to die!"

"Were you kidding me just now?" The figure's expression was so gloomy that it looked like it was about to drip.

Shrugging casually: "You can think so too!"

Well, since you want to die, I will make it happen for you!"

He raised his palms flat and pointed them at Wu Ling. A faint red light film suddenly flashed around his body. A giant red snake slightly taller than him slowly emerged behind him.

Wu Ling held his sword in front, and the silver sword clearly reflected his light blue eyes.

"Boy, this is how a D-class strongman fights!" The figure standing among the giant red snakes said calmly.

"One second!" He raised a finger with a bloodthirsty light in his eyes: "Finish you!"

In an instant, a red light flashed!

"Boom..."

The silver light flashed, the red light paused, and a dull sound came from the place where the two lights came into contact. In an instant, the red light shattered into powder, and when the wind blew, it flew directly to the surroundings.

"how come!"

Looking at the young man who was wrapped in red light powder and looked even more monstrous, the figure's expression was filled with incredible shock.

"How can you break my momentum?"

The three-foot sword is held in his right hand, and the scabbard of the left hand is casually playing with the red powder in front of him.

"Is this your strength? It doesn't seem to be very strong!"

With a casual wave, the powder in front of him shone slightly, and was finally extinguished completely. Seeing the shocked figure not far away, Wu Ling smiled slightly: "And..."

"What?" the figure asked subconsciously.

"Who told you that you are the only one with this power?"

A huge unicorn totem slowly appeared behind Wu Ling. The faint blue color was like light seeping from the deep sea, completely embracing Wu Ling.

"Are you actually a D-level expert?" The figure stared at everything in front of him in disbelief. He never knew that an ordinary awakened person, from the lowest G-level to a D-level master, could only

It takes less than half a year.

"escape……"

Seeing Wu Ling's revealed momentum, the figure turned around and ran away. When there was no momentum, he was no longer Wu Ling's opponent. Now that the opponent was also a D-level master, he had no chance of winning.

"Did you escape?"

Seeing the red light disappearing at a fast speed, Wu Ling smiled faintly. He rushed out instantly, put his feet on the ground and appeared in front of the figure instantly.

"Rare..."

Seeing the ghostly Wu Ling appearing in front of him, just as the figure was about to say something, a silver arc immediately cut through his throat, leaving only a red line.

"Actually, you are not as powerful as you think!"

With a sound of "噌...", the three-foot sword was quietly sheathed, and the blue and red were extinguished at the same time.

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