Chapter 67

However, although there is a spiritual warning now, Ling Chen has no way to avoid it immediately.

Because his body can't keep up.

Lingchen has already seen the iron stick which is like lightning. If it is hit by this stick, even if the body is strengthened, it will definitely faint.

That's what happened.

There's only one, broken legs!

You can't lose your legs.

It's no intention to kill him like that. You can't die. You can't die!

At this moment, Ling Chen's heart has only one thought, this idea is full of his whole brain, can't die.

"Move

The roar rocked nine days.

All this happened between the electric light and the flint. Ling Chen had no time to react to it, but he roared fiercely in his heart, as if the ancient beast had awakened from its deep sleep.

His right hand jerked up and protected his neck.

Bang!

The iron bar of the young man with brown hair hit Lingchen's arm with a dull sound. His fragile neck was blocked, but his arm was hit.

If Lingchen's body was not strengthened, his arm would be broken and his bones would be broken.

But this stick, still let Ling dust's face instantly pale.

Ling dust a bite teeth, staggering back four or five steps.

His left hand tightly covered the place where his right hand had been hit. His white teeth clenched, his face was pale, and cold sweat constantly slipped down from his face.

"Oh, it's blocked."

Seeing this, the young man with brown hair suddenly showed a surprised expression, and then he said with a playful look: "the reaction is very good, I thought you can't stop it."

"It's interesting."

With a steel stick, he approached Lingchen step by step, and the smile on his face became more and more brilliant.

Ling Chen covered his hands and looked closely at the brown haired youth approaching him. His eyes began to be congested. But with the approach of the brown haired youth, he still stepped back two steps.

Click!

The young man with brown hair looked ferocious. Suddenly, he hit out with a stick as big as that one. With the sound of the wind, it hit Ling Chen's right hand.

This sudden stick.

Strong enough to break the wind!

"Hiss..."

Ling dust can not hide, looking at this stick severely hit on the right hand, issued a crisp sound.

He bit his teeth and didn't shout out. When the bone was broken, he felt heartbreaking and lung splitting. The pain was like a tsunami pounding the soul. He felt that the whole person would faint at any time, but Lingchen held on.

Ling Chen's whole body was shaking.

He staggered, er, retreated three or four steps, and then staggered to kneel on the ground, with his head down, covering the place where his right hand was disconnected.

Cold sweat rolled down his face like rain.

The clothes were wet through.

"Ha ha..."

Seeing this scene, more than a dozen young people around, all showed a smile, some even more directly.

"You deserve it. If you don't resist, you won't end up like this."

They say so.

The smile on his face is twisted and ferocious.

In front of these people, Lingchen silver teeth clenched, sweating, left hand dead cover broken right hand.

The young man with brown hair also laughed. He leaned over and looked at Ling Chen with a sarcastic look on his face. "Oh, I thought you were so powerful. It was just like this. It was so vulnerable."

"I thought I met a master."

"It's also a piece of rubbish, ha ha..."

The young man with brown hair laughed loudly.

Others also showed a sneering smile, "ha ha ha..."