Cultivation In Troubled Times

A flash of cold light is like a flash of lightning. Seeing this, the man quickly retracted his palms. Suddenly, the middle finger of his right palm hurt, and a severed finger had been cut off. In an instant, it was smashed by the sharp knife.

"Mean!" The man was shocked and angry. He urged the sword wheel to block his body and scolded at the same time.

"Who is meaner? It is shameless to bully the weak and to bully the few with the masses! " Wang Feng's eyes twinkled with cold light, and his hands never stopped. Because of the grip of the evil blade, the crazy and evil forces in his heart suddenly soared. Wang Feng had fully exerted the power of the two evil blades.

The evil heart blade is nearly six feet long and slightly curved. The blade is narrow and long. It is very suitable for the use of stabbing, picking, cutting and gouging. It is very different from ordinary weapons. In addition, it is extremely sharp and evil. It is really hard to defend and resist.

"Hiss hiss" a sudden sound, the man hums repeatedly, the blood light splashes like rain. The attack of the two evil swords had already injured him in many places.

"Die together!" The man knew that he could not help but wildly use the yuan force in his body, ready to explode his body and die with Wang Fenglai.

"Dream!" Wang Feng drank softly, raised his two blades flat, and spun like a top. The cold light of the two blades twinkled like a wheel-shaped cutter. In the sudden sound of "click", the man had been smashed by Wang Feng before he exploded.

As soon as he received the long sword suspended in the void, Wang Feng's body flashed and disappeared. In the original place, there was only a cloud of blood, which lasted for a long time.

But for a moment, the last two men, who were entangled by the two magic soldiers, were rushed by Wang Feng and hanged one by one. The seven sons of the spirit star, who had been guarding xiansha for many years, were destroyed in this way.

"It's not enough... We must continue to fight..." after the first World War, Wang Feng felt that a breakthrough was imminent, but he was still a little short of it. At this time, it's a critical moment and we can't stop. Only by working hard and continuing the bloody battle, can we be promoted without realizing it.

"General, Wang Feng has entered the fourth pass, and the seven sons of Lingxing who have killed the third pass have all fallen..." a report was made in an unknown space in the ancient star field.

"What? Spirit... Seven sons of spirit star... Seven star killing array... Can't stop him? " The general was shocked and incoherent.

Step inside Tianling. The fourth level.

"Boom"

Space shock, the world roars.

A figure darted out of the passage and disappeared in an instant.

"Kill..."

Soon, a roar reverberated, rumbling like thunder. From a distance, you can see the bloody light between heaven and earth, the sad wind rolling, and the freezing cold everywhere.

"I... general, Wang Feng has passed the four passes of the Red River, and the five blood gods are also... Gone..." the unknown space is still the voice.

"He... He has now entered the last level... Is it..." the general's voice was extremely calm at this time, and he could not hear the slightest emotional fluctuation mixed in it.

"Yes... However, the situation is still not optimistic... Wang Feng's cultivation strength suddenly increased, and his means and temperament are also very different from the usual, like... He seems to have changed himself... Even the eight saints in the city, four saints have fallen..." the man faltered.

"Well? Could it be that... If that guy is not crazy, or... He is about to break through. He is in urgent need of a series of battles! " The general suddenly raised his voice, his voice trembled slightly, "ha ha... It must be so! I want to give him a big gift... "

In Tianling, there are five passes. A bloody battle is on.

High above the sky, Wang Feng was bathed in blood and looked like a demon. A pair of evil heart blades tightly held in both hands, wrapped in blood, thick as water, trickled down the blade body;

On the other side, there were four people standing side by side, either with broken hands or feet, or with deep bone in front chest, or with half face skin and ears cut off.

The eight sages of Liancheng in the five passes of Liancheng are half dead now, and the remaining four sages are seriously injured, which is inevitable.

Eight saints are brothers and sisters, and they are injured. Even if Wang Feng wants to stop fighting, they will not agree.

"Kill..." the four people's eyes were red, and they were filled with hatred. With a roar, they took the lead in launching a new round of bloody battle.

When Wang Feng's wrists were turned over, the evil heart blade suddenly gave out a loud and pleasant sound. A pair of cold and merciless eyes, the essence suddenly appears, Wang Feng's body shape is like a ghost, the double blades tremble, burst up a cold awn, rushed to the Four Saints to cut away!

"Boom"

"Chi Chi"

The strange sound came one after another. In the air, the bloody air seemed to be thicker. I saw a shower of blood, a cape, white bones and red fog. Even a sober and normal person, living here, will unconsciously fall into madness because of the bloody gas.

The evil heart blade Qi is evil, plus the evil and poisonous moves, after this round of attack, there are two saints broken into fog, and the form and spirit are destroyed;

As for the only two left, the wounds on their bodies are shocking. The flesh and blood of one side of their body has been completely removed, showing the Yingying white bone. At this time, they are like ghosts, half human and half skeleton.

"You can't go to the core tomb layer..." Yi Sheng grinned, "because you don't have a chance... Ha ha..." half of his face and muscles are affected, and the other half is completely half of his skull, grinning, which is terrible.

"You want to blow yourself up? You don't have a chance, either! " Wang fenghan said.

"Then try it..." Yi Sheng said and threw himself over; Another sage, however, urged Yuanli, and his body was shaking. The whole space was shaking.

Wang Feng gave a cold hum, and an evil heart blade in his hand had come out of his hand, aiming at a saint and a round of quick cutting; He swung his body around the attacker, another evil blade in his hand, cold as a curtain, and covered a holy group that was about to explode.

"Ah..." a shrill cry spread far away. The overwhelming cold flashes away, and the self exploding sage has become a blood mist.

Wang Feng's quick attack, plus the two saints' serious injuries, his reaction speed is not as fast as before. Before one Saint explodes, he is hanged.

The body shape is like the wind, like the ghost, like the charm. When Wang Feng strangled Yi Sheng, he didn't stop. The point of his foot was empty. He immediately returned to the original place. The evil blade in his hand attacked the only remaining Yi Sheng again.

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Two evil swords in the hand, either stab or pick, or cut or gouge, can kill the last man instantly, but he is not so, just like an old cat playing with a rat. Every time the cold light flashed, a piece of flesh and blood would be separated from the man's body, and then it would be broken into fog by the sharp blade air.

Wang Feng's hand was even faster, and the man had no power to fight back. When his blood and blood channels were gouged out, it was self explosion, and its power was limited.

Today is the fourth anniversary of the Wenchuan earthquake. We pay a silent tribute to the dead and the heroes!