what is the extent of crossing

"Clang Clang"

The fighting action on the other side made Qian Xiaoling's heart ache.Obviously, it's not that I haven't seen fighting scenes before, why do I feel thrilling now?

"It's okay." Gu Linfeng comforted Qian Xiaoling by touching Qian Xiaoling's head.

"It's not you, of course you would say that, how old is Xiao Mo?" Qian Xiaoling threw a white fish eye at him, in his eyes, this man is like invincible in the world, nothing can defeat him , It seems that apart from himself, there is nothing that can catch his eyes, even their son, if it is not reminded N times in his ear, he will do it, just like a child's paper, every time It made him feel very speechless.

"When I was this age, I went to the mainland alone." Although I don't remember much about that age, but pretending to be wronged to win the pity of my lover is much more important than a man's face.

"You're moving around, so I'll go to another tree to find a position." Qian Xiaoling raised his eyebrows, and said, "Try moving again, believe it or not, I'll kick you down."

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"Cough." Ling Mo was kicked, and he flew backwards and hit the tree trunk, feeling as if his internal organs had been displaced.

Unexpectedly, the other party deliberately showed his flaws and let him get close, which was really careless.

"If it takes you a few more years, maybe I won't be your opponent anymore." The stalker strolled towards Ling Mo, still holding his deadly dart in his hand.

The stalker never expected that in order to catch a brat, he would have to spend [-]% of his strength. This was something he hadn't encountered in a long time.

"Although I don't know why the master is so eager to find you brothers, but judging from your skills, it is not much strength after you have been cultivated since childhood." The stalker knelt down and looked directly into those stubborn eyes.

"Hmph, hurry up if you want to keep your mouth shut, lest when you want to regret it, you won't be able to regret it." Ling Mo didn't appreciate the sudden change of his stalker. He is very sensitive, like he has grown up so much, except for Ling Feng, he doesn't have any friends of the same age, let alone close friends.

"My task is just to take you back. As for killing you, it's out of my scope." Picking up the dagger that Ling Mo dropped beside him.

"Don't touch my sword, cough." It is impossible to prevent the stalker from touching his sword. Now he looks fine on the surface, it's just some skin trauma, but the internal damage has been done, especially just now. that kick.Fifty percent of the strength is a serious injury for a child who has just started to develop.If it is not treated in time, it may cause symptoms in the future.

"Heh." The stalker ignored Ling Mo, but carefully looked at the dagger in his hand. The dagger was only the length of an arm, and the entire blade was covered with silver sword light. , there are not many decorative patterns on it, and the hilt is also made of the same color material.

And this is not what surprised the stalker. What surprised him was the weight of the sword. When he looked at it at the beginning, he saw that the little kid was using it with ease. He thought it was a very light sword. It was only when he realized that the sword was not light, but so heavy that he had to use [-]% of his strength to hold it firmly in his hand.

Could it be that he was holding such an epee to lose to himself?The eyes of the stalker looking at Ling Mo suddenly became profound.

Being looked at like this, Ling Mo felt that his pimples were all up, what are you doing looking at him, he knows that he is cute, but it's too late for you to please me now, let me tell you, hmph.

But Mo Qingyu, who watched from the beginning to the end, knew the secret of the sword.

This seems to be just a very ordinary dagger, but it is a growth-type holy sword. It was like this at the beginning, but once he recognizes people as his master, he will regard him as his master for the rest of his life.

The sword of death is the common point of all growth weapons.But the growth-type weapon follows the master's strength behind it, and its power should not be underestimated.Many people will never get a growth-type protective magic weapon in their entire life, let alone an attack-type weapon.And the ordinary dagger here is glowing with silver light, which means that he has already recognized the master. If it is not the state of only recognizing the master now, the stalker can't even touch the weapon that Ling Mo can't even touch, the growth weapon Dominance and stubbornness are also a legend in weapons.

The stalker couldn't see any difference anymore, and was about to throw it back into Ling Mo's arms, so that Ling Mo, who was panting, could take back his sword, and at the same time let the other party hurt himself.

Looking at the wound on his left arm, there is no cruelty under the mask, but something called happiness is spreading.

After Ling Mo succeeded in the attack, he quickly backed away and looked at the stalker from a distance.

The stalker ignored his wound and just looked at Ling Mo from afar.

After finally dealing with the four men in black, Ling Feng ignored him and shortened the long whip, pinning it around his waist.All the power is concentrated on the feet, flying in the same direction as when coming and going.

... There are a few black lines falling from the back of his head. This is Ling Mo's current state. Ever since he injured the stalker, they have maintained this state. The enemy can't move me, but he is seriously injured. Standing for a long time will be tiring.

At this time, his savior appeared.

On the tree branch, Ling Feng supported the tree trunk with one hand, bent his foot, and looked down with a frown, but the words he said were somewhat gloating.

"Oh, I didn't expect you to have such a down and out day, brother." If it weren't for the wrong situation, Ling Mo would definitely roll with him and fight. If you care about people, you care about people. If you insist on saying it, you deserve to be beaten.

The stalker took a look at the little kid on the tree, then turned around and looked at Ling Mo. This situation is similar to their father~

Throwing you, this is Che Guoguo's contempt for Master Ben, okay? Ling Feng, stimulated by the attitude of the stalker, gritted his teeth and immediately threw out the short whip pinned to his waist.With a flick of the right hand, it grows when encountering the wind, blurring countless snake shadows and shooting them directly at the back of the follower.

Seeing the stalker dodging his long whip, Ling Feng wasn't disappointed at all. Perhaps he would be disappointed if he knew that his enemy was behind and was injured by him.

Seeing Ling Feng joining the battle, Ling Mo secretly let out a breath, and looked at the stalker, it was tiring to be beaten by him.

I found a remote place and sat down next to the tree trunk. This time the injury was no worse than before.

"This is Baixiang Pill for treating internal injuries. The effect is not obvious, so you can use it with confidence." Mo Qingyu knew what Ling Mo was worried about, so before Ling Mo could speak, he directly explained the effect of this pill.

I don't know if it's really painful, but Ling Mo obediently took the Baixiang Wan, and the pain was relieved a lot. Although it wasn't very obvious, it wasn't too painful.Finally he breathed a sigh of relief watching Ling Feng's fight with the follower.

The long whip used by Ling Feng can also be regarded as a long-range weapon.

The stalker, who also uses long-range weapons, is not as domineering as before, and still throws his deadly darts, but now Ling Mo, who is a bystander, always feels that something is wrong, and has some very strange sense of disobedience.

"Tsk, hey, don't tell me you can only throw darts and can't play other games." Even Ling Feng felt strange when he attacked and defended like this, like a person who couldn't move, staying there, but The darts were shot continuously, as if he was deliberately waiting for the opponent to make a shot. Although he didn't know if it was true, Ling Feng was still vigilant.

Unlike Ling Mo, Ling Feng is completely action-oriented, and his personality is completely opposite to Ling Mo's. If Ling Mo is a quiet type, then Ling Feng is an active type. Don't look at his small body like Ling Mo. He has many hands and doesn't have many worries, so compared to Ling Mo, Ling Feng's strength is stronger.

Looking at the long whip that was always blocked by the darts, and the place that never moved away, Ling Feng's fighting spirit was completely aroused. Pick up your long whip.

The people present frowned at the same time, what are they going to do.

When Ling Feng took out a new weapon again, Ling Mo rolled his eyes upwards and passed out directly.He didn't see it, he was ashamed.

For the people living in Chensheng Palace, everyone pays more attention to their own image, so the weapons they choose are common [-] kinds of weapons besides the hand, and now what Ling Feng takes out is not from their Chensheng Palace. The weapon, but the oversized mace specially given by the big man in the cottage when he left as a guest in the cottage.

This mace is half a head taller than Ling Feng, and from the half hole in the ground where Ling Feng took it out, you can tell how heavy this mace is.

Looking at the small body, both the stalker and Mo Qingyu couldn't help thinking, can this move? The weapon that is half a head taller than him is not for a martial arts competition, it is for a funny comparison.

"What are you looking at? I can tell by your contemptuous eyes that you are contemptuous of the achievements of the people's labor. Don't look at this weapon as ugly. It hurts when it hits someone." Ling Feng was proud. You have kept this in your collection, otherwise how could you be so majestic this time.

Gu Linfeng, who was far away, looked down at his sleeping lover, and then at his son Lingfeng who was proudly showing off with his mace. Imagine what his lover's expression would be when he saw such a scene when he was awake. .

As expected of his son who would smoke whenever he had time.

"Hmph, look at the trick." After showing off, Ling Feng grabbed the mace, and as soon as his feet got off the ground, he fell to the ground.

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This is really unbearable to look at.As soon as Ling Mo opened his eyes, he saw that Ling Feng, who was called his brother, was sprawling on the ground, and the mace was standing on the ground.