Unparalleled in the world: the princess is too arrogant

Chapter 275 A False Alarm (3)
The Feng family is the imperial surname of Beichen Kingdom, and this Fengjie should be the eldest prince who is called Beichen's number one genius.

However, at the age of 26 and seven, he has already reached the realm of a sixth-rank saint. This talent is almost the same as that of Brother Zhan.

Feng Jie looked at the black-robed young man with a faint expression in front of him, raised his hand to grab the void, and a radiant golden sword appeared in his hand, and the fire light shone a layer of silver light on the golden sword edge .

Feng Jie still had a faint smile on his face, as if he wasn't going for a competition, but was holding a pen to write, "This time, it won't be so easy to win!"

It has reached such a level, no matter what, he will not underestimate the enemy.

"It's Beichen Kingdom's silvery golden sword, much more powerful than Ziwei soft sword!"

"That's right, I've heard of it too. I didn't expect it to be in Feng Jie's hands. It is said that the silver-glowing golden sword can cut through the defenses of high-ranking saints as easily as cutting melons and vegetables!"

Ling Wushuang raised his eyebrows and chuckled, raised his hand, grabbed the void with five fingers, a silver light flashed, a silver long spear spun out, appeared in her hand, and made a clanging sound, "Then I want to see Now, what skills did you use to win this game!"

Her flaming gun cannot be used casually here. I am afraid that as soon as she takes it out, she will be hunted down by Shenglin immediately, not to mention that she will be mixed into the White Tower. It's not inferior to her flame gun at all, and it's okay to use it to save the field now.

"Sure enough!" Feng Jie felt the unusual aura in the silver spear, and he dared not underestimate the enemy even more. He raised his hand and raised his sword, and at the same time channeled all the profound energy in his body, he said in a deep voice, "Then, take out Your true strength!"

Show real strength?

Ling Wushuang twitched the corners of his mouth, really dare to say...

However, seeing Feng Jie on the other side with a serious look, she was really embarrassed to hit him.

"Okay——" Ling Wushuang remained indifferent, and the profound strength that stimulated the profound strength to increase sharply turned and soared upwards, and traces of green profound strength overflowed and entwined around him like a thin veil.

Feng Jie's eyes trembled slightly, "I really underestimated you!"

"Fifth-Rank Saint!" Everyone also gasped, opening and closing their mouths in shock, not knowing what to say. The black-robed boy who looked only sixteen or seventeen years old had already reached the realm of a Fifth-Rank Saint. !

"It's no wonder Commander Mu directly gave him a promotion token. There is such a young genius!"

"That's right, why haven't I heard of someone like Jun Ling before?"

"The world is so big, and there are many people who like to keep a low profile. It's no wonder that everyone has heard about it!"

Mu Shiqing at the top heard everyone's discussion, raised his head very proudly, straightened his back a little, and felt that he really knew the pearl with his eyes.

And Sheng Lin, who was on the main seat, nodded almost invisible. This kid is indeed a middle-level saint.

"Come on!" Ling Wushuang lifted the silver gun and suppressed his strength to the fifth-rank holy rank. His brows were cold, and he didn't want to kill the person in front of him with one move. That would be too easy to attract people's suspicion. One, but a fine individual.

Hearing the exclamation and emotion of the people around, Feng Jie's face was a bit ugly, and the mouth was already slightly annoyed, "Among the holy ranks, the difference of one rank is insurmountable, I want to see, what do you bring?" beat me!"

The difference in real strength is mainly due to the degree of richness and purity of profound energy, as well as the manifestation of pressure. With opponents who are too far behind, it is difficult to hesitate to even act, so why talk about fighting?
Everyone was like a flock of ducks, stretching their necks, for fear of missing any exciting events.

Although according to common sense, what Feng Jie said is correct, but in the end who will win and who will lose, everyone is really uncertain.

"drink!"

Feng Jie took the lead in the attack, and the red robe fluttered, and his legs kicked the ground fiercely. The black ring stone was cracked with fierce force. , so fast that it is dazzling, only afterimages can be seen.

At the same time as Feng Jie made a move, the profound energy in his body was raised to the extreme, and the pressure from within pressed towards the black-robed young man opposite, with an extremely serious expression, "Let me see, what kind of means you have!"

Ling Wushuang smiled lightly, and with his keen spiritual sense, he immediately found a loophole in his sword technique.

"Try it and you'll know!" Ling Wushuang's dexterous figure, like a swift and fierce jaguar, flew up and spun up, holding the end of the silver spear, and rushed into the shadows of heavy swords like that, as if entering no one's land , very lightly picked.

Ling Wushuang's eyes were deep. Anyway, it's not bad for him to move more now, so let's play with him.

"Keng--"

When the swords and spears intersected, the flying blade in Feng Jie's hand stopped immediately.

"Such a keen spiritual sense!" Feng Jie maintained a calm expression, but there was an uproar in his heart, and his eyes widened in disbelief, "How is this possible!"

There was only one flaw in this set of mysterious swordsmanship, and he was able to detect it so easily.

"Drink——" Feng Jie let out a deep sip, and the reaction was extremely quick. With a twist of his wrist, the sword body that was caught slid along the tip of the spear, drawing a beautiful arc in the air, spinning towards Cut off Ling Wushuang's neck!

Ling Wushuang smiled lightly, retracted his gun and turned his head sideways. The black hair tied up by the black jade crown flung out an arc, avoiding it quite lightly.

"so close!"

"Scary to death!"

Ling Wushuang dodged lightly, but the people below could see that their hearts were in their throats. In their eyes, the sword edge just now almost slashed away against Ling Wushuang's cheek. The head is not guaranteed!

"Damn it!" Feng Jie gritted his teeth, the golden sword was wrapped in green, turned around and attacked Ling Wushuang again.

Only he himself knows how difficult this young man in black robe is, and how difficult it is to deal with it!

Although he didn't want to admit it, he felt as if he was treating him like a toy!
"Keng Keng—"

Swords, lights and swords, on the ring, two figures collided and separated quickly, only one fire and one red could be seen, jumping around.

"Damn it!" No one knew, Feng Jie was already a little mad, although it seemed that he was always attacking, but the black-robed boy in front of him was like a slippery loach, he couldn't be caught no matter what. Live, also can't touch!

"bump--"

The swords and spears collided again, Feng Jie gritted his teeth, and with all his strength, the silver-gleaming sword stabbed towards Ling Wushuang's heart.

Ling Wushuang smiled, the sharp tip of the spear was like cutting tofu, it sank into the black stone of the ring, she pulled the handle of the gun with her heavy arm, the silver spear suddenly bent, and when she let go, the force of the ejection forced Feng Jie back with a bang.

(End of this chapter)