Ding Fei sneered, pulled out and left to Ling Zhi.

"You," Bai Jingyu's face was pale, and he held on to step again, chasing Ding Fei with a stumble, "Don't even think about hurting Brother Ling."

Ling Zhi fought against the enemies for him. Bai Jingyu did not persuade him or believe him, but just watched quietly.

Now, while everyone was taking advantage of Ling Zhi's weakness, Ding Fei wanted to attack Ling Zhi with the Soul-killing Whip. Bai Jingyu resisted the Soul-killing Whip for Ling Zhi.

Ling Zhi turned around, and likewise, he saw all this in his eyes and remembered it in his heart.

If every action between friends needs to be explained, it would be too tiring.

boom.

Ding Fei's face was ferocious, "Bai Jingyu, you are looking for death. So what if you are damaged by fighting the soul whip? If you stop me again, I will kill you today!"

As he said that, Ding Fei was about to wave the soul-killing whip.

There are three cracks in the Ding family's soul-killing whip from the first to the fifth sections.

This is also a problem with this strange weapon, which is that it has been used many times and does not distinguish whether you are dealing with the strong or the weak.

For example, just now Ding Fei attacked Bai Jingyu, the first crack appeared in the whip body in the sixth section.

Usually, in this case, the Ding family would take advantage of the victory to pursue the enemy and save the number of times the soul-killing whip is used. However, Ding Fei was eager to chase Ling Zhi, but he gave up such an opportunity.

The soul power of a warrior in the ninth level of the body realm can resist two attacks from the soul whip. The third time, he will inevitably suffer severe damage, and even become a fool like the deputy leader of the Hai Xiu Sect.

And just as Ding Fei raised the soul-killing whip, Ling Zhi grabbed a handful of spiritual pills and stuffed them into his mouth.

"This smell?" Ding Fei sucked his nose and his expression suddenly became dull. "How is it possible, such a rich smell of the fourth-grade spiritual pill."

Then he turned his head and saw Ling Zhi stuffing a fourth-grade spiritual pill into his mouth like he was eating candy beans.

The muscle-generating pill, the spirit-recovering pill, etc.

The fourth-grade pill is a spiritual pill used by powerful people in the early stage of the artistic conception, and one of the best spiritual pills that warriors in the late stage of the physical realm can bear and use.

A fourth-grade spiritual recovery pill is enough to restore twice the spiritual power of a peak warrior in the body.

But for Lingzhi, two or three are needed to be enough.

Ling Zhi had long noticed that these people had few spiritual pills. He paused for a moment and suddenly took out a handful of jade bottles, "What are you doing? Why are you excited? I have more here."

The porcelain bottle contains spiritual elixirs below the third grade, and the jade bottle contains spiritual elixirs above the fourth grade.

The warriors of the Ding family were jealous, and even Ding Fei's breathing became rapid.

Not to mention them, even the best spiritual pill used by Ding Fei, the young head of the family, is only the third-grade spiritual pill.

Occasionally, I get some fourth-grade pills, and I treat them as treasures and I am reluctant to use them.

Under the powerful effect of the fourth-grade pill, Ling Zhi's strength is also recovering rapidly.

He was just a little exhausted, not a serious injury.

"Brother Bai, don't stop Ding Fei anymore. Let him come over. I'm not afraid of him." Ling Zhi shouted.

He didn't understand the effect of the soul-killing whip in Ding Fei's hand. However, he could see clearly the damage and restraint of Bai Jingyu.

He didn't know if Bai Jingyu could block the second attack.

"You'd better save your life first." Two Ninth-level warriors of the Ding family seized the opportunity and stepped forward at the same time, attacking Ling Zhi from left to right.

Ling Zhi raised his arm and punched the warrior to the left, forcing the warrior back, but the other one rushed up at the same time.

"I see how you block me." He smiled sinisterly.

Ling Zhi pulled out and slapped him with a palm.

Before the power in his body could be condensed, his palms touched each other, and the warrior at the ninth level paused for a moment, but was not forced to retreat.

With a loud roar, he instantly took out a spear from the ring and stabbed it straight.

"Haha, good, hold him up, and after I go back, I will have a great reward." Ding Fei laughed, his body had already rushed to the side of the boat. As long as he jumped again, he could rush to Ling Zhi's side.

"snort."

Bai Jingyu snorted coldly, and his body moved, and he rushed up immediately before Ding Fei jumped.

"Bai Jingyu, do you really think I'm reluctant to give up the soul whip?" Ding Fei roared, "Die for me!"

After saying that, he whipped out his soul whip.

Bai Jingyu's body stayed in mid-air, shook violently, and slammed straight from the ground.

Even your own body can no longer be controlled.

When he landed on the deck, Bai Jingyu stared at Ding Fei tightly, but his hands were shaking.

A genius warrior at the ninth level actually shivered all over, unable to control his body and limbs. You can imagine how much damage he suffered.

Ding Fei shook his wrist and was about to take off his weapon, so he shot Bai Jingyu directly.

Until then, a chill suddenly pounced on his back. He was shocked and turned around in a hurry.

But he found that Ling Zhi was just looking at him while fighting against those warriors.

This look is not filled with emotion.

Cold as frost.

When he thought that he was actually scared by the look of a warrior, the first thing that Ding Fei, the young head of the family, thought of was not as shameless as other playboys, but fear.

If such a warrior has become an enemy and is not resolved earlier, it will be a disaster for the entire Ding family.

Ding Fei snorted coldly, threw down a sentence and turned around and left, "Bai Jingyu. Today I will be lucky, so I will save your life first."

Bang.

Bai Jingyu didn't know how to condense some power, so he threw the long sword in his hand over.

Not abandoning weapons is not a critical moment of life and death. This is what all warriors insist on.

Because in many cases, the cold weapon that can accompany you and is the one you trust most is the one in your hand that has been with you for a long time.

Ding Fei didn't look back, and he raised his arm lightly and picked Bai Jingyu's long sword away.

At the same time, after Bai Jingyu's repeated obstacles, Ling Zhi's strength has recovered by more than 50%.

His strong body ensures that his physical strength can be restored quickly.

boom.

The gun-holding warrior who had been evenly matched with him could no longer fight against Ling Zhi, and flew out under Ling Zhi's next blow.

Ling Zhi stepped under his feet and took out the ink sword for the first time.

A snow-white ink sword that is even whiter and brighter than snow appears.

Click.

He directly broke through his spear and slashed into his body.

Ling Zhi's ink sword flew in his hand, killing the enemy quickly without hesitation.

Within a few breaths, there were not a few living people left beside him. Ling Zhi didn't even think about it, and he rushed towards Ding Fei when his feet were shocked.

"Be careful!" Bai Jingyu reminded weakly.

At this moment, Ding Fei's weapon was almost touching his body.

Just as Ling Zhi rushed over and took Ding Fei with one sword, Ding Fei suddenly turned around and sneered, "Do you really think I will waste the number of use of the soul-killing whip for him?"

As he said that, he condensed all his strength and whipped the soul-killing whip towards Ling Zhi.
Chapter completed!