God Of Martial Arts

"Sword power."

Feeling the fierce momentum released from Lin Feng's body, people's hearts trembled. As expected, Lin Feng understood the power of the sword, and understood it deeply.

Every time Lin Feng takes a step, the sword power will increase a little bit. The whole space is wrapped up by the surging sword power. People on both sides of Lin Feng are constantly retreating.

When Lin Feng stepped on the stage, his extremely fierce sword roared to the black devil.

Lin Feng, if you don't come, you'll have to fight. If you come, you'll fight.

The black devil's body had already stood up. On him, a domineering and cold breath was released. The roaring sword could not shake his heart.

In the eyes of the black devil, the deep flame is burning. Today, he wants to rectify his name with the blood of Lin Feng.

Although Lin Feng's late arrival made them wait for a whole day, when Lin Feng arrived, their dissatisfaction was gone. This battle must be worth their waiting.

"How dare you." At this time, on the grandstand, the purple shirt man drank coldly: "Lin Feng, your shelf is so big that we waited for a day without giving an account."

This sound is very loud, like a thunderbolt, trembling in Lin Feng's eardrum, this sound, is completely aimed at Lin Feng.

A muffled hum came out, and Lin Feng's icy momentum let out, and he stepped back two steps. Just now he was going all out to fight against the black devil with momentum. All his mind was focused on the black devil. How could he have thought that the purple shirt man was so mean, oppressed with authority and trembled with his voice, which made him lose his mind and bounce back. At the same time, the invasion of the black devil made him lose his mind A little damage to the mind.

The crowd also looked at the purple shirt man, who was so domineering that he gave Lin Feng a strong hand.

And long Ding, it is a frown, eyes flash a trace of displeasure.

At this time, Lin Feng's eyes narrowed slightly and looked at the middle-aged purple shirt and the two young people beside him. His heart suddenly became clear, and he said coldly: "have you humiliated the two people next to you? If you want to retaliate, just open your mouth directly. Why do you have to cover up? It's shameless for an elder to use such mean means. I don't know what face you have to sit on There, yixiaodafang. "

Lin Feng's voice dropped, and the eyes of the crowd suddenly stagnated. This guy was really bold. His voice was too direct and sharp. Even if he was from the Yu family, he was not polite and insulted each other.

The purple shirt man's pupil also shrinks. He gives Lin Feng a small lesson in his position. He thinks that Lin Feng only admits his life and dare not fart. But he is obviously wrong. Lin Feng is more crazy than he imagined.

"What did you say just now?" A cold light flashed in the eyes of the man in purple clothes. What kind of identity is he? The Third Master of Yu family, even long Ding, is afraid of him. A younger generation dare to insult him?

"You said that I have such a big frame that you have been waiting for a day. I need to explain to you. I, Lin Feng, want to ask you that I have made an appointment with the black devil today. It seems that there is no definite time for me to come. I am not late. As for people who have been waiting for a day, have I invited you to come?" Lin Feng said coldly: "it's my right to fight or not to fight. To see or not to see is your power. You are willing to come here and ask me to explain. What do I need to explain to you? Do I know you? "

Lin Feng's voice sharp, let the purple shirt man's eyes coagulate in that, Lin Feng did not stop the meaning, continue to open a way.

"An elder, still sitting on the grandstand, even tried to plot against me. Isn't your behavior despicable? Not shameless? Although I don't know which family you are from, you are really ashamed of your family. If I were you, I would not like to sit there

When the crowd heard Lin Feng's words, they were all shocked. They looked at the purple shirt man with a trace of strange meaning. What Lin Feng said seemed to be right. He didn't set a time or invite anyone to come. You volunteered to watch the war. What's the matter with Lin Feng? It's really inappropriate for him, an elder of Yu's family, to secretly count Lin Feng.

But in the heart understand is one thing, but really no one dare and Lin Feng like, so open and upright to say.

The purple shirt man's eyesight is extremely ugly, but listen to the side of vice president long chuckled: "ha ha, use this method to plot against a younger generation, the Third Master of Yu family, really powerful."

It's so powerful.

How ironic the voice, purple shirt man also want to give Lin Feng a lesson, but did not think, Lin Feng a word, let his face lose.

"Click!"

A cracking sound came out, and the stone chair where the man in purple shirt sat down was split with cracks, but it was not broken.

Staring at Lin Feng, purple shirt man would like to kill him on the spot.

"Powerful, powerful, yes, I am powerful. Lin Feng, if you lose today, the black devil will kill you, and even if you win, I will not spare you. No matter whether you win, you will be doomed today." Purple shirt man's cold light flickers, the voice is incomparably domineering, let everyone's eyes are slightly a coagulation.

I am powerful and powerful, and my strength is respected. Who can do what I want? You Lin Feng, you will die if you lose or win. If you dare to offend me, this is the dignity of the Yu family and the tyranny of the three masters of the Yu family."Yuqiu, it seems that you regard my college as your Yu's family. Here, you can't do what you want." Long Ding said coldly, and then looked at Lin Feng and said, "Lin Feng, you have to fight with the black devil. Don't worry about other things. If he dares to move you, I will swear that I can't kill him. I can still kill his younger generation."

"What do you say?" Yu Qiu looked indifferent, staring at long Ding and said, "vice president of Tianyi college, do you want to bully my Yu family?"

"What a shame."

Hear Yu Qiu's words, the crowd is a burst of consternation, you have the strength, you can really domineering, but did not expect to speak so shameless.

Long Ding is also a burst of consternation, and then ridiculed: "you want to deal with the younger generation of Tianyi college, don't let me bully you Yu family younger generation? Yu Qiu, what are you thinking about

"Hum." Yu Qiu Leng snorted, his eyes narrowed and he said, "are you not afraid of the Revenge of my Yu family?"

"This is my Tianyi college." The Dragon tripod is cold, competing against each other.

"What about Tianyi college? If it offends the Yu family, even if Tianyi college is destroyed." Yu Qiu's voice was bleak, which shocked the crowd. They had come to see the battle between Lin Feng and the black devil. Unexpectedly, Yu Qiu and long Ding were the first to have a conflict. What's more, because of Lin Feng, Yu Qiu's voice was unexpected.

The crowd was silent. They looked at long Ding and Yu Qiu, who threatened to destroy Tianyi college. All the people in Tianyi college were quiet.

Everyone, all silent.

"Uncle Yu, you are still so angry."

A voice sounded in the silent space, and a figure stepped out of the crowd. The figure's face had a shallow smile, which was very soft and easy to get close to.

Seeing this man, many people's pupils shrank in the stands. Even Yu Qiu's body trembled slightly. It was really him. It seems that the central theme is really reserved for him.

Lin Feng saw that the young man's eyes were also slightly coagulated. He had seen the young man who testified for him in the prison yard that day.

"Sure enough, this man's identity is not simple." Lin Feng also noticed that the thematic position was empty. It was possible that he was left for the young man. His position was better than that of the Third Master of the Yu family.

As for Longding, he stood up with a faint smile on his face when he saw the young man.

"Your Highness."

Long Ding is very polite.

Yu Qiu also stood up with a smile on his face and said, "Your Highness, the second prince, is laughing. I can't be angry."

"Ha ha, it's good if you don't have it. Third uncle, Dean long, please sit down. You're welcome."

The gentle young man was very polite. He did not have the dignity of a prince at all. He went to the throne and sat down.

At this time, among the crowd in the snow moon holy yard, Chu Zhanpeng's body, a surging sense of war burning up, staring at the youth.

The young man looked back, looked at Chu Zhanpeng and nodded to him with a smile: "Mr. Dapeng, you are really extraordinary."

"Your Highness Miao Zan." Chu Zhanpeng nodded his head in return, and his intention of fighting gradually converged. Duan Wuyuan, the second prince's highness, was one of the eight princes, and ranked higher than him.