Chapter 118 Death of the two brothers Bai and Hei Finale

"Hey is that standing person dead? I finally remember who they are! It's the two brothers Bai and Hei.


They both often work for young Xie wu hui.


They have a bad reputation. "



"Are you sure ?"


"Cultivator Bai wears a white collar which I noticed during combat and cultivator Hei a black bracelet in his pants, well that's what people say ! Friend do you want to check ?


" Bro, I'm Joking ! I don't want to check! "



"The brown haired cultivator just killed someone! Where the city guards have gone !

For some reason the city guards still hadn't arrived.

Yang ling heard no more sound, had he defeated his opponent.



Hidden by the smoke, Cultivator Bai's body was still standing.




"Did I manage to kill him?"




The young transmigrator wondered if he had succeeded in killing his enemy. He had drained half of his spiritual energy. When he heard a voice behind him.




"YANG LING! Trash like you can never beat me !"



Yang ling turned to look at his enemy. Cultivator Bai had his whole body bloodied. His mask was cracking. He was seriously injured.


His cultivation dropped back to the same level as Yang ling.
His face showed intense hatred.


"Shard of light! Shine and weaken my enemies!"


Cultivator Bai raised his hand to the sky, a ball of light came out as light appeared and illuminated the whole area.
Yang ling and the people weaker than the cultivator Bai around were completely blinded by the intensity of this white light.


The mercenary felt like his body weighed tons. He used his last strength to run towards Yang ling and grabbed both of his legs.



This tactic employed by the mercenary Bai was strangely familiar to Yang ling.



The young transmigrator tried to kick himself away from him.



Yang ling's enemy clung to him, mercenary Bai knew he had no more strength to kill Yang ling, the situation was turning, yet he had another evil plan.


He may not have been fit to fight after receiving Yang ling's attack.



HEI ! Wake up you idiot! Your brother is about to die! "



Mercenary Bai spat a lot of blood right after speaking.

The other mercenary Hei who had received a terrible devastating blow woke up hearing his brother's deep voice.


Opening his eyes, he saw his severely injured, blood-spitting brother holding both Yang ling legs with his arms.



Hei tried to get up quickly and understood what his brother wanted,


He picked up his weapons from the ground and rushed with a nasty smile to Yang ling to end his life.

Like a puzzle that ends up being assembled,


the young transmigrator understood the plan of the Mercenary Bai,


not having enough strength, he was going to serve himself as a sacrifice so that his brother He can kill him.



Yang ling never expected this kind of tactic from them. He was f*cked up.


Cultvator Hei had his two swords again, he was quickly approaching him.



"YANG LING THIS IS THE END DIE !"



Yang ling tried to think and wanted to get rid of the Cultivator hanging on his james.


The young transmigrator used his fiery martial skill towards his feet and punched him in an attempt to free himself from his opponent.

There was surely a way out.


When Yang ling saw the other brother now fully awake, he started to Panic.

The distance between them was getting smaller and smaller.

Yang ling was stuck there. They could see the triumphant smile on the lips of the two brothers.




"I didn't want to do this, but the two brothers leave me no other choice, even if I risk dying, it is the only solution to get me out of this situation. You two will regret it! "



Yang ling decided to use all of his remaining spiritual energy in his body.

Inside his body his energy became completely unstable deploying so many at once.
A mouthful of blood flowed from Yang ling's mouth.

When the swords of the mercenary Hei was a few inches from Yang ling's head.

The young transmigrator cried out with all his soul.



"Water Technique: Explosive Bubble Lv. 2."

"BOOOMMMM!"




A large explosion appeared, stronger than the previous one appeared.

The intensity of this attack was so strong that a thick layer of gray smoke had formed around it.

The street was completely damaged. The tables and chairs in the tavern were completely overturned.

Zhi mei lan, the spirit inside Yang ling's sword felt guilty. She should have stayed to help Yang ling.
She had to hurry to finish what she had to do here and then come back to him.

But she had felt a delicious smell of blood that could regenerate her body much faster not too far away, an opportunity like that was not going to happen again often had been told.


A small part of her true form had appeared.



In the tavern, she exposed her sharp teeth, searching for her prey.
The cultivators looked at a transparent pink haired girl with blue wings holding a sword.



"Who are you ?"