Chaos Heavenly Emperor Art

Chapter 1470 "Wind Absolute" Song Feilian! (2 more)
"Junior Brother Ling, now is the time for you to fight for honor for my battle hall, please fight!"

"That's right, you should take action no matter whether it's public or private!"

"..."

The voices of requests are endless.

Those veteran elite disciples of the Hall of Conquest were filled with righteous indignation and clamored for Ling Feng to fight. After all, Ling Feng's strength was not as simple as it seemed on the surface, and it was not impossible to win against Claire.

If he could win back the bloodthirsty soul-chasing arrow, not only would he defend the dignity of the Battle Hall, but he would also comfort the heroic spirits of those great emperors who died under the bloodthirsty soul-chasing arrow.

Most of these disciples who have been fighting in the Hall of Conquest for many years have a very strong sense of belonging and honor to the Hall of Conquest.

"Junior Brother Ling, please act!"

Yuan Ling hugged the dying Yan Wufeng and flew to Ling Feng, with a pleading look in his eyes.

As far as he is concerned, he simply hopes that Ling Feng can avenge his companion and his dead friend Sun Yuling!

"Yeah, I am very arrogant on weekdays, and when I can win glory for the Hall of Conquest, I shrink back. Is this kind of person only infighting?"

In the crowd, Yuwen Liang began to sow discord in a strange manner. Seeing that Ling Feng hadn't expressed his opinion, all the disciples frowned and complained to Ling Feng.

"Ha ha!"

Ling Feng smiled coldly, "That sounds good, why don't you guys go up? Do you want me to use my life to reduce the threat for you? Dreaming!"

After saying that, Ling Feng turned around and wanted to leave, so he wasn't so stupid.

Of course, it's not that he doesn't play, but that the opponent's weight is not enough.

That Drucker took out three bloodthirsty soul-chasing arrows, but Claire only took out one, and with just one bloodthirsty soul-chasing arrow, still wanted to make a move?
This is far from enough!

Sure enough, as soon as she saw Ling Feng retreating, Claire immediately took out the second bloodthirsty soul-chasing arrow, and said coldly: "Boy, there are two bloodthirsty soul-chasing arrows now, don't you think about it?"

"What, two?"

The soldiers of the Hall of Conquest were shocked, and the sound of swallowing saliva was endless.

This bloodthirsty soul-chasing arrow has not only harvested the lives of countless great emperors in the Hall of Conquest, as long as it remains among the barbarians, it will continue to harvest more emperors in the future.

If he could win the bloodthirsty soul-chasing arrow, and then use this arrow to shoot and kill the barbarian emperor in his own way, he would undoubtedly give the entire palace of war a bad breath.

"Junior Brother Ling!"

Feng Shaoan took a deep breath, got up and stood in front of Ling Feng, and said in a deep voice: "Junior Brother Ling, maybe you haven't been here for a long time in the Hall of Conquest, and you still can't understand our hatred for the bloodthirsty soul-chasing arrow. But please see that we are both disciples of Dongling Immortal Pond, regardless of previous suspicions, let's fight!"

If he can fight for Ling Feng, even if he loses, he will fight without hesitation!
"Get out of the way!" Ling Feng snorted coldly, his face was cold and emotionless.

A hint of surprise flashed in the eyes of Feng Ling and Chu Tiange, Ling Feng would never be so unkind on weekdays, right?

Even if it wasn't for the honor of the entire Hall of Conquest, with his temperament, he would probably want to teach Claire a scumbag who is so destructive.

"Junior Brother Ling, please act!"

Feng Shaoan took a deep breath, bit the bullet, and actually knelt down in front of Ling Feng.

His father died under the bloodthirsty soul-chasing arrow!
If Ling Feng could get back the bloodthirsty soul-chasing arrow, in a sense, it would be tantamount to comforting his father's spirit in heaven.

"Junior Brother Ling, please act!"

Seeing the seriously injured Yuan Ling couldn't help but recalled his innocent junior sister Sun Yuling in the past, he also clenched his fists and knelt down to Ling Feng on one knee.

"Please, make a move!"

Ling Feng pursed his lips, and said indifferently: "Sorry, I only have one life!"

"What is this nonsense!"

"This bastard! He really is a coward! You can't count on it at all!"

All of a sudden, the disciples of the Hall of Conqueror were cursing, and when they beat their own people, they were so cruel, and when they met those barbarian bastards on the opposite side, did they get discouraged?

It's a pity that Lin Mu wasn't there, otherwise, with his wit and cunning, he would naturally be able to guess what Ling Feng was thinking.

On the opposite side, Claire obviously didn't expect Ling Feng to be so "cowardly" to such an extent, frowned, and took out the third bloodthirsty soul-chasing arrow again.

"Boy, watch out, now there are three bloodthirsty soul-chasing arrows! You only have one chance, if you don't shoot, you still have to stay in the battle hall with your face!"

Clare held up the three divine arrows, and the souls of countless human emperors lingered on them, carrying strong resentment, even if they died, there would be no peace.

Just when Claire raised the third arrow, a white shadow flew down from the sky.

This person is none other than No. 8 of Heaven's Killing Ten Jue, "Wind Jue" Song Feilian.

The two Heavenly Killers entering the hunting battlefield this time are No.8 "Feng Jue" Song Feilian and No.9 "Lei Jue" Yang Zhen. (PS: I wrote it before No. 10, and I hiccupped in the Death Soul Demon Abyss.)
As soon as Song Feilian appeared, the audience immediately fell silent. Even the sound of the wind seemed to be silent. The entire Red Rock Canyon was eerily quiet.

This person is known as Feng Jue, so he is naturally the best at using the rules of wind.

"Ling Feng, promise him!"

Song Feilian's eyes fell on Ling Feng, and he gave the order without hesitation.

Others are pleading, while Seinfeld, is qualified to command.

Although he is still a disciple, his status in the Hall of Conquest is equivalent to that of a high-level elder.

Everyone looked at Ling Feng in unison.

Even "Fengjue" Song Feilian said, Ling Feng, dare to disobey him?

defy?

Why defy it!
Ling Feng's purpose was to eat three bloodthirsty soul-chasing arrows in one go, so why would he continue to resist.

It's just that you have to be full of acting, Ling Feng frowned slightly, looked up at Song Feilian and said: "Well, since Senior Brother Song opened the mouth, I can't refuse anymore, but what about the three arrows I won? After all The other party is a strong emperor, and I am just a small Divine Sea Realm, and it is very likely that once I go, I will never come back!"

"..."

As soon as this remark came out, the veteran elite disciples of the Hall of Conquest twitched their mouths, cursing Ling Feng crazily in their hearts.

I believe you a ghost!

Will you pretend to be a strong emperor?
There are not so many great emperors who have been knocked down by you!

Song Feilian was silent for a moment, and then continued: "Since the other party is looking for you to gamble, the spoils won are naturally yours."

As he said that, Song Feilian said loudly again: "Listen everyone, if Junior Brother Ling wins three bloodthirsty soul-chasing arrows, this thing will be his. Anyone who dares to make a move will be against me, Song Feilian!"

(End of this chapter)