Chapter 629 Xiao Zhao, the Heaven Sword and Dragon Slaying

Ding Ling sighed.

He explained it many times.

If it weren't for the fact that these two people were righteous people, he would have slapped them in the face and ended them.

He wanted to leave directly, but suddenly he thought of the dying people he saw on the long street.

The body moves.

He used the step of climbing to the immortal step and disappeared in an instant.

His light skills are extremely brilliant.

In the blink of an eye, it disappeared in front of the two of them like a light smoke.

The man in black did not see clearly how Ding Ling disappeared, but saw a phantom flashing in the void, and then, Ding Ling's traces disappeared completely.

"Ghost Hu. Do you see where he went?"

The God-Catcher looked shocked.

I have long heard of Ding Ling’s legend and is powerful.

See you today.

Only then did I know what a vain scholar under my reputation is!

"No."

The man in black is the ghost tiger, one of the three servants of Wuming. He has excellent light skills and good cultivation. In addition, he has also gained many adventures and fortunes recently. His skills have increased even more and far better than in the past. However, even so, facing Ding Ling, he still has a feeling of being as small as a mountain, as if he looks at the sea, and feels powerless:

"Even the master has never given me such great pressure! It feels like oppression! It is worthy of being a mythical figure who can defeat Indra!"

Guihu's eyes were filled with vibration:

"Depending on his age, he is just a teenager. Even if he is really as an alien said, Ding Ling has achieved success in his cultivation, grew up against the enemy and became younger. But his actual age is not very old! At this age, he has such amazing cultivation and body skills, which is really beyond the reach of people."

"good."

God-Catching Looks into the distance:

'We are not Ding Ling's opponents. Senior Wuming should be coming soon. When he arrives, let him accompany us to the World Club. I believe that if Senior Wuming takes action, Ding Ling will definitely give us an explanation.'

The ghost tiger sighed.

Everyone is dead.

So what if you give an explanation?

In the end, people cannot be resurrected by death.

The two communicated.

Whoosh!

A sound of breaking through the air suddenly came.

The two of them looked in the voice and saw a middle-aged man with a calm and demeanor, walking in the void with a little detachment.

He clearly walked step by step, and looked unhappy, but he seemed slow and fast, flashing through the void like lightning, and soon arrived in front of the ghost and tiger and the gods.

Behind the middle-aged man.

He also followed two good-looking figures, a man and a woman.

These three people are Wuming and his two other servants, Dragon King, Feng Wu.

The three of them came together.

The nameless aura rolled up with the figures of the two, making the two of them as fast as wind and lightning, and they were almost at their peak.

"Greetings to the master (meeting senior)!"

The ghost and tiger are busy celebrating the nameless.

Wuming nodded, looked behind the two of them, and saw clearly the situation in the main palace of the palace. He couldn't help but tremble, his face showed sadness, and sighed:

"Oh. I'm one step late!"

He saw the expression of a god-catching god, and the ghost and tiger were eager to speak but stopped, and said:

"Did you find anything?"

The two of them immediately told what had happened before.

Wuming heard this, frowned, pondered for a while, and said:

"I know about Ding Ling. Since he said he didn't kill him, it's still possible. With his status and strength, he shouldn't have to lie to deal with you."

"But, the wounds of the people here are very fresh, and it seems that they have died for a while. Ding Ling happened to be here again."

The ghost tiger is puzzled.

"If he is really an inhuman murderer, do you think you and the God of Capture can still stand here safely?"

Wuming said this.

When the gods were captured, the ghost tiger trembled, as if it was struck by lightning. At the same time, I couldn't help feeling ashamed, but I still felt confused:

"If it weren't for him killing, what would he run away?"

"It's because you two shouted at him and shouted to kill him."

Wuming carried his hands on his back and looked not far away:

"I just felt an extremely special sword intent. This sword intent contains multiple complex and ultimate sword intents. Who is he?"

He was moved:

"It's so extraordinary that he can cultivate so many sword intents with his own strength and perfectly melt them into one. Could it be that he killed?!"

His body moved, and he rushed towards the perceived direction like the wind.

Not long.

Arrive.

Look closely.

But I saw a handsome young man with a straight body, a tall and handsome demeanor, healing a girl who was dying at the age of sixteen or seventeen.

His eyesight and knowledge were extremely good, so he naturally saw that the dying girl was getting better quickly under the treatment of the young man. Originally, the girl was about to die, and her legs were about to step into the gates of hell.

But now the girl is recovering at an astonishing speed.

A pale face as white as paper began to turn rosy and bloody, and the whole person looked like he had a bit of a sleeping beauty.

"Owner."

The ghost tigers followed closely and saw the young man, the ghost tiger's pupils shrank:

"Ding Ling!"

"He is Ding Ling?"

Wuming was surprised, then relieved:

"I wonder who has such a complex and ultimate sword intent on his body. It turns out that it is Ding Ling, a mythical powerhouse who can defeat Indra."

The so-called mythical powerhouse is an alien.

One passes to ten, ten passes to hundreds. It is well known to everyone in the world and is widely recognized.

Wuming naturally had the name of Ding Ling like this now.

"Master, do you want it..."

“Let’s wait.”

Wuming reached out to stop Guihu and the others and said:

"Look."

Several people were waiting.

A quarter of an hour later.

The girl moaned and woke up.

She first touched her neck with disbelief, then felt herself carefully for a while, and after confirming that she was well, she couldn't help but feel a little confused:

"I clearly remember me..."

The girl was stunned for a moment and felt the warm big hands that were fitting on her back. She couldn't help but turn her head to look at her, just looking at Ding Ling's eyes.

It was just like that moment.

The girl understood what happened:

"You saved me."

"good."

This is a fact, there is no need to hide it.

"Thank you, thank you!"

The girl looked grateful and moved:

"My name is Xiaozhao. I don't know the name of my benefactor?"

"Xiao Zhao?"

Ding Ling had long noticed the arrival of Wuming and his group. It would be fine if Wuming and his group didn't take action. Once he took action, Ding Ling would never be polite. Anyone with a discerning eye could see him saving people. How could Wuming not see it? How could Ding Ling show mercy again if he still took action?

But obviously Wuming is a person with a good temperament and a much calmer level than Guihu. Instead of taking action, he sat down and waited.

That's all.

Ding Ling quite agrees with it.

After he cured the girl, he wanted to get up and leave, but unexpectedly, he heard a familiar name and was stunned.
Chapter completed!