Chaos Heavenly Emperor Art

Chapter 1501 The decisive battle is coming! (4 more)
"only……"

After getting excited, Song Feilian calmed down a little, took a look at Ling Feng, and said in a deep voice: "Junior Brother Ling, is it too reluctant for you to deal with Yang Zhen and Wen Te alone?"

"Since I dare to say it, I naturally have my own plans."

Ling Feng smiled faintly, looked at the sky, and said slowly: "Now it's getting late, everyone rest for the night and set off tomorrow, we will have a decisive battle with the Yaozu head-on tomorrow!"

"As long as we go to war with the Yaozu, I believe that Wen Te will definitely come with Yang Zhen. At that time, I just need to show up. With the hatred that Wen Te has for me, he will naturally find a way to kill me first." You don’t need to worry about me, you just need to deal with the Yaozu wholeheartedly, Yang Zhen and Wen Te, let me lead them away.”

"This... ok!"

Song Feilian nodded, for the current plan, there is no other way but to trust Ling Feng.

Moreover, since Ling Feng dared to say that, he would definitely not be unprepared. After all, even though he was arrogant, he would not take his own life as a joke.

It was night, and everyone was recuperating on the spot. Ling Feng's return undoubtedly greatly boosted morale, and he had to stand alone against two great emperors who were at the level of Heavenly Killer and Ten Absolute. .

Ling Feng chose an open space and sat cross-legged. Tomorrow is the day of the decisive battle. In Ling Feng's heart, he was more or less nervous or looking forward to it.

Is it his own fifty dragon power that is powerful, or is it better than a strong like Winter.

Tomorrow's battle, we will see for ourselves.

"Junior Brother Ling!"

Chu Tiange stepped forward quickly, walked around Ling Feng, and said with a faint smile: "Sure enough, auspicious people have their own appearance. I am very worried about you disappearing for a few days. Seeing that you are not hairless now. No damage, I'm relieved."

Ling Feng raised his head and glanced at Chu Tiange. Although this guy survived, he also suffered serious injuries. His clothes were covered in blood, and he looked quite murderous.

In fact, if it wasn't for the Fen Tianlong Yansui that Ling Feng gave him before, which rescued him from the brink of life and death several times, his little life might have been confessed long ago.

"I have long said that this guy has a very hard life!"

Feng Ling looked at Ling Feng, gritted his teeth, and said, "It's really unfair, you bastard, you didn't even hurt a single hair!"

Ling Feng shook his head and smiled, and couldn't help asking: "By the way, why didn't I see Senior Sister Yu? Wasn't she with you before?"

"She..."

Feng Ling's expression darkened slightly, "The day you came back to report, she was separated from us, she might still be somewhere in the hunting battlefield."

"Everyone has a life."

Ling Feng sighed softly. Speaking of which, although this woman was a bit annoying, she had no bad intentions. It would be a pity if she really died in the hunting field.

However, this woman had some other means of saving her life, so she might not be dead.

……

One night passed quickly.

In the early morning of the next day, the morning light was twilight, and there was more or less a trace of determination on everyone's faces.

The day of the decisive battle finally arrived.

Success or failure, today, everything will end!
"Junior Brother Ling, I didn't expect that this heaviest burden would be shouldered by you alone. I'm really ashamed!"

Song Feilian took a deep look at Ling Feng, behind him was still carrying the Yueyao Heavenly King Bow that Ling Feng lent him.

With his strength, coupled with the three bloodthirsty soul-chasing arrows, leading a group of disciples to fight the monster head-on, the chances of winning will naturally increase greatly.

However, the key to the success or failure of this battle is whether Ling Feng can really defeat the two top powerhouses, Wen Te and Yang Zhen, as he said.

"Senior Brother Song, this is not all for the Palace of Conquest, there is also a large part of it, it is personal grievances!"

A cold light flashed in Ling Feng's eyes, both Yang Zhen and Wen Te were on his must-kill list.

Unfortunately, Yu Wenliang is already dead, and the cause of his death is not difficult to guess.

A person who eats from the inside out, does not have a precise positioning for himself, and tries to seek skin from a tiger, so naturally he can only bring himself to perish in the end.

"For whatever reason!"

Song Feilian patted Ling Feng's shoulder heavily, and said in a deep voice, "Junior Brother Ling, take care!"

"Hey, Ling Feng kid!"

Donghuang Xuanyi took a deep look at Ling Feng, with extremely complicated emotions in his heart. In the beginning, he was instigated by Yu Wenliang, and his attitude towards Ling Feng was undoubtedly contemptuous and hostile. In Huang Xuanyi's heart, however, he felt ashamed.

"Senior Brother Donghuang, do you have any advice?" Ling Feng glanced at Donghuang Xuanyi and said calmly.

"Boy, don't die! I'm still waiting for a formal battle with you!" Donghuang Xuanyi said in a deep voice.

"Hahaha!"

Ling Feng smiled casually, "Don't worry, no one can take my life, Ling Feng's!"

"Okay! Brother Ling, I wish you victory in this battle!"

A disciple of the Hall of Conquest looked at Ling Feng impassionedly, and the strong self-confidence emanating from Ling Feng also inspired everyone.

"Went and Yang Zhen will surely fall into my hands, Ling Feng! Brothers, I also hope that you can win the battle, but don't fall into the hands of Yaozu!"

Ling Feng shouted loudly, with arrogance.

"Never!"

Song Feilian raised the Yueyao Tianwang bow, looked back at everyone, and shouted loudly: "Everyone, let's go!"

"set off!"

All the disciples were determined to win. The day before, they had lost their fighting spirit, but the return of Ling Feng's king gave them the hope of victory.

"Ling Feng, everything depends on you!"

Song Feilian took a deep look at Ling Feng. On the day he entered the hunting battlefield, he would never have imagined that the key person who determines the success or failure of this time is not a heavenly killer, but the weakest cultivation base among all the disciples. , but the most restless problem character.

……

Half a day later, in an empty river bank, it seemed that the fighting spirit of the disciples of the Hall of Conquest was felt, and the Yaozu side seemed a little dignified.

"What's wrong with these human races today, are they bloody? It seems something is wrong?"

A wolf demon emperor had a look of doubt in his eyes. It stands to reason that after these several confrontations, the disciples in the Hall of Conquest should be physically and mentally exhausted.

"The battle of trapped beasts is nothing to worry about!"

A snake demon emperor, spitting out a long letter, looked in front of a fox girl dressed in white snow.

This person is the commander of the Monster Clan this time, the Great Emperor of the Fox Clan, Ye Qingxue.

If this beautiful fox girl is regarded as a harmless little girl because of her appearance, I'm afraid she will be chewed to the bone.

"The momentum of these human races is indeed different."

Ye Qingxue stared forward with her beautiful eyes, and muttered to herself: "Could it be that they are no longer afraid of Wen Te who hides in the dark?"

(End of this chapter)