Peerless Glory System

Chapter 109 Demon Track and Fist Seal

There was a complete silence, and everyone seemed to be standing in the howling wind, and they all felt cold in their hearts.

"What kind of freak is this? On the ninth floor of the Tongtian Tower, there are definitely less than ten people who have been able to pass through the Xiantian Realm so far. And even in the Lunquan Realm, there are still a large number of people trapped in the You can't cultivate on the ninth floor but on the tenth floor. How can a mere kid in the innate realm really have such terrifying strength?" Chen Xuan couldn't calm down, not at all.

A year ago, he was promoted to the Lunquan Realm, and it took a lot of effort to get to the tenth floor.But in a different place, he felt that he at that time was absolutely inferior to Ling Feng.Although he is proud, he is not an arrogant person.

Ao also needs to have the ability to be proud, and he has always had such qualifications.It's just that facing such a freak, he doesn't have enough confidence in his heart at this time.

Two figures appeared in his mind, the stunning Bai Shanshui in white clothes, and Wu Qianjie who dominated the world.He couldn't help but compare Ling Feng with these two legendary saints.

Chen Xuan seemed to see another giant rising slowly.Even Lin Wenlong, whom he admired from the bottom of his heart, couldn't make him feel that way.In the entire Kamikaze Academy, Wu Qianjie and Bai Shanshui were the only ones who could stand on their own and gain fame in Yangzhou and even other states.

And these two people are now practicing on the battlefield of slaughtering demons.

Two years ago, they were already in Lunhu Realm. After two years away, they don't know how scary it is?
Does Ling Feng belong to their category?

Chen Xuan clenched his fists and said firmly in his heart: No matter what potential he has, at this moment, I will never lose, I will win!

Ye Ku at the back showed a fanatical expression, and those slightly squinted eyes were shining like a snake at this moment.At this moment, he was out of tune with the people present.It's just that everyone's attention was all on Ling Feng, but they didn't notice it.

Passed the ninth floor, that is to say, even if Ling Feng suffered a defeat on the tenth floor, he could still enter the tenth floor to practice.The Tongtian Pagoda on the tenth floor corresponds to the cultivation base of the Lunquan Realm.

Hundreds of demons in the Lunquan Realm, just the coercion emanating from the intersection of momentum is definitely not something that a Lunquan Realm warrior can bear.Under such enormous pressure, the strength that warriors can exert is almost greatly reduced.

It's just that although Ling Feng only has the seventh level of innate cultivation, his foundation is too solid. Such a surging and frightening coercion like devil energy entering his body can't affect him in the slightest.

It's just that people have a limit after all, one or two Lunquan realm demons Ling Feng can still deal with it, but hundreds of demons, this number is far beyond the limit he can bear.

One hundred demons punched out, and suddenly, a huge fist print slowly grew bigger from a distance.The fist print shattered the space and landed on Ling Feng unstoppably.

escape!
This was almost Ling Feng's immediate reaction, and the only way to escape was the most correct.It's just that this fist seal seemed to block the space, and Ling Feng couldn't move.

Death has never been so close to Ling Feng.

He even began to despair in his heart, and his whole soul seemed to be trapped in a quagmire, unable to extricate himself.

This is the difficulty of the tenth floor?
how can that be?Is this really fatal?Ling Feng thought that his current strength was no less than that of the average Lunquan peak powerhouse.If this is the real difficulty of the tenth floor, how many people in the entire school can pass?

And this is the ultimate move of a hundred people, isn't it incredible?

Did he pull a big hatred?

At this moment, such irrelevant words appeared in Ling Feng's mind.

Despite the despair in his heart, Ling Feng certainly wouldn't just sit and wait for death.

The small sword with extreme sword intent in his sea of ​​consciousness twirled crazily.A destructive aura slowly bloomed from him.A small blue and white sword shot out from Ling Feng's fingertips, and rushed towards the space in front of him.

boom!
As if hitting an invisible wall, the little sword disappeared instantly.Ling Feng's eyes lit up. Although the small sword condensed with sword intent failed, he saw the hope of success.

Because there is already a slight crack in the blocked place.

Another two small swords condensed out, one in front of the other, shooting straight out like sharp arrows.Still at the original position, Ling Feng seemed to lock on there, and the two small swords hit perfectly.

boom!
Like glass shattering, an invisible barrier suddenly turned into a cloud of dust.

After doing all this, Ling Feng's face was pale.What he lost was not true energy, but divine power, and that extreme sword intent.

It is easy to replenish the true energy and divine power, but once the sword intent is consumed too much, it is extremely difficult to recover.

But Ling Feng doesn't care about these things now, the most important thing now is to escape from the tenth floor as soon as possible.

After the space was unsealed, he quickly took out his token, sent a trace of divine power into it, and read back silently.

Then, just as the fist print was about to fall on him, Ling Feng's figure had already disappeared on the tenth floor.

Thrilling, it is too thrilling.He had another brush with death.

In an unknown space, there is a dark well, and the devilish energy inside it is unfathomable.And at the mouth of the well, an obscure rune pattern is exuding a powerful light.

Beside the mouth of the well, there was a skinny old man with loose shawls and tattered clothes. His whole body seemed to be moldy.

Anyone who saw such an old man would treat him as an old man begging.It's just that when he raised his face, revealing those star-like deep and bright eyes, an extremely tyrannical aura escaped crazily from his body.

"I don't know how long this seal can last? These demons are getting more and more manic. The breath just now is from Heisha? What is this guy expending so much power for?"

"The fluctuation just now came from the tenth floor. Could it be that Heisha went to the tenth floor?"

"In the eventful autumn, the Kamikaze Academy may usher in a big storm!"

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Everyone was still discussing Ling Feng's strength enthusiastically, but the next moment, Ling Feng's figure appeared in front of everyone.

His face was pale, his black hair was loosely scattered on his shoulders, and his aura was very sluggish. Overall, it looked as miserable as it could be.

"What's going on here? Didn't he just hit the tenth floor? How did he get knocked out so quickly?"

"Maybe someone just got lucky and passed the ninth floor. As a result, the tenth floor showed its original shape?"

"Good luck? Can you give me a try?" Someone retorted.

Ling Feng closed his eyes tightly, turning a deaf ear to the conversations of these people.He was still in a state of uneasiness, and the sky-blocking fist appeared in his mind.

The more he thought about it, the more he was wrong. The difficulty of the tenth floor was completely different from the other floors.

You have to find the master to understand the situation.Ling Feng thought to himself.

(End of this chapter)