agtWang Ling and the martyred man asked and answered questions, and the struggle between the two sides has entered a fever pitch.
Wang Ling knew Marshal Niu's ability and did not dare to neglect him, so he used all his strength when he came up.
Marshal Niu, who was possessed by a martyred man, felt Wang Ling's ninety-ninth level Yin Kung Fu and the Yin Qi possessed by nine ghosts.
Now, he could be considered as able to fight him, so he did not dare to be careless.
Just like this, the two people were going back and forth, leaping and leaping, fighting fiercely, and the sky was dark and the earth was dark.
Ye Qianfan and the others were originally standing in the center of the hall watching the battle.
At this time, they backed away without waiting and hid on the edge of the hall to make room for the two of them.
In this way, the two people killed at least a thousand moves, and both of them reached the final critical moment.
Wang Ling and Marshal Niu fought against each other, trying their best to maintain an even match.
Just when Wang Ling and Marshal Niu were facing each other, suddenly Marshal Niu muttered in his mouth, and suddenly, the ground bulged, and many withered muscles were drilled out one after another.
The dead body comes.
Ye Qianfan, Lan Lingxuan, Xia Ziping and Yang Weichen all screamed in fright.
Even Wang Ling was frightened and extremely worried when he saw these things coming out of the ground.
Most of these mummies emerged from the ground, and some actually emerged from the surrounding walls and from the top of the hall.
In short, they were rushing towards Wang Ling from all directions.
Moreover, some of these martyrs had heads, some had no heads, only hands and feet, and some were missing arms and legs.
Qian Yinxiang also introduced to him in his mind that in the Shang Dynasty, most of the slaves who were buried were killed and buried with them.
After all, Wang Ling had seen ghosts before, so he adapted fairly quickly.
But after all, he was already struggling to deal with one Marshal Niu.
Now that there were hundreds of martyrs, it was even more difficult to deal with them.
While Wang Ling was dealing with Marshal Niu, he knocked away the martyrs who attacked him.
He was soon at a disadvantage and was attacked one after another.
In the end, Wang Ling could no longer resist, and Marshal Niu found the right opportunity and kicked him in the chest.
Wang Ling's whole body suddenly flew up, as if a stone had been thrown, he fell heavily on the altar, and then rolled to the ground again.
Hundreds of martyrs around him swarmed forward and tried to tear Wang Ling into pieces.
Seeing this situation, Ye Qianfan and others couldn't help shouting: "A Ling" bang Just when everyone thought that Wang Ling might be in danger this time, suddenly, there was a loud noise, and the martyrs who had surrounded Wang Ling and pressed him underground were all knocked away, like being exploded by a bomb. generally.
The moment the victim was "exploded", Wang Ling jumped up and kicked the victim one at a time.
Next to Wang Ling, a fairy dressed in colorful clouds appeared in front of everyone.
Wang Ling knocked the victim away and had a chance to breathe.
Only then did he notice that Ma Li had arrived.
"Ah, fairy sister, you finally showed up."
Wang Ling said, "I knew you wouldn't let me fight here alone."
"Are you okay?"
Ma Li said caringly as he stood back to back.
"It's okay."
Wang Ling responded, "It's just that there are so many of these things that they are a bit difficult to deal with."
"Don't worry.
These are just ancient martyrs.
I have ways to deal with them."
As Ma Li spoke, he stretched out his right hand, light shone, and a dagger appeared in his hand.
"Stretch out your hand."
Ma Li ordered.
"What are you doing?"
Wang Ling was surprised.
"The situation is urgent.
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Why don't you come up with so much nonsense?
Otherwise, do you want to be eaten by these martyrs?"
Ma Li said.
As a last resort, Wang Ling had no choice but to stretch his left hand in front of Ma Li.
Sure enough, what worried him happened.
Ma Li slashed his left hand with the dagger in her hand.
"Oops."
Wang Ling screamed and saw blood pouring out from the heart of his left hand.
"Grab your Fire Lin Whip with your left hand and let the blood soak the Fire Lin Whip."
Ma Li ordered.
Wang Ling knew that Ma Li was a ghost, so naturally what she said was right, so he had no choice but to do it, grab the Fire Lin Whip with his left hand and pull it, soaking the entire Fire Lin Whip with blood.
"Stretch out your hand."
Ma Li said, grabbing his left hand, spreading it out, and holding his hand tightly with her jade hand.
Instantly, Wang Ling felt a warm current flowing from the palm of his hand into his body, especially his left hand.
It was as warm as if it was being roasted by a warm fire.
Before the martyrs around him could get closer, Ma Li had already let go of his hand and said, "Go ahead and use the Fire Lin Whip to deal with these things."
Wang Ling raised his left hand and took a look, and found that the wound in his heart was gone, and there was no pain at all.
Wang Ling was very happy, and immediately jumped up, performed Yin Kung, gathered Yin Qi, and danced the Fire Lin Whip.
This time, Wang Ling found that the power of his Fire Lin Whip was not as powerful as before.
Wherever the whip was struck, huge yin fire flew up, and when it hit the victim, the victim was instantly reduced to ashes.
In the blink of an eye, more than a hundred victims were reduced to ashes.
Next, Wang Ling relied on the powerful fire lin whip in his hand, and with Ma Li pressing the battle, Wang Ling used all his strength to deal with Marshal Niu.
This time, Marshal Niu was a little panicked when he saw Wang Ling killing all the other martyrs.
He dodged left and right, but he didn't dare to fight against Wang Ling's Fire Lin Whip.
Wang Ling relied on his ninety-seventh level Yin Kung Fu to dance the Fire Lin Whip in his hand like a fire dragon, forcing Marshal Niu into the corner step by step.
Finally, Marshal Niu had no choice but to stop him.
Wang Ling rolled up the Fire Lin Whip and rolled it towards Marshal Niu's head.
In desperation, Marshal Niu had no time to dodge, so he had to reach out and grab the whip.
Wang Ling exerted all his strength, and with a hiss, the Fire Lin Whip was whipped back.
Looking at Marshal Niu's hand again, it was cut into two pieces by the Fire Lin Whip.
"Ah" Marshal Niu screamed as he looked at the severed hand.
Wang Ling took the opportunity to shake his arm, and the Fire Lin Whip in his hand flew up like a fire dragon.
It just happened to wrap around Marshal Niu's neck.
"Evil ghost, go to hell" Wang Ling roared angrily, exerted all his strength, and with a hiss, Marshal Niu's head rolled off his neck, rolled a foot away on the ground, turned into a pool of blood, and disappeared.
On the other side, Marshal Niu's body slowly shrank, and finally turned into a pool of blood.
The blood flowed, and a set of white bones appeared in the blood.
Wang Ling was a little surprised, thinking that maybe these white bones should be what Marshal Niu should look like at this time.
"Everything is over."
Wang Ling put away the Fire Whip, panted, and stood in front of Princess Lan Yi and said, "Princess Lan Yi, now it's time for you to fulfill your promise."
"Bah," Princess Lan Yi said angrily, "Are you embarrassed to say that you won this match?
If it weren't for this girl, just because of you, I think it's you who should die today."
"Why do you want to say nothing?"
Wang Ling asked hurriedly.
"You took advantage of foreign aid first."
Princess Lan Yi was talking, and suddenly laughed, "Haha, God's will, boy, your Yin Kung has finally reached level 99.
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Okay, now is the time." t: