God Of Martial Arts

At this time, outside the cylinder where the platform is located, the prophet still stands in the void, and everything below seems transparent to him. He can clearly see everything inside. Not only he, but also those around him can see what happened inside. This is the meeting stage of Emperor Wu's peak state. The Emperor's kingdom will be held after the people of Emperor Wu's territory.

"Is this the art of destiny?" An old man murmured and looked at everything inside. He knew that everything he saw was illusory and illusory, but for those who entered it, it was real.

"At the lowest level, when there was a battle, their realm seemed to be suppressed, and they did not use any magical power."

"Has everything been taken away? This is to make them rise again. From scratch, we will thoroughly test those who attended the jiuxiao meeting. I'm afraid many people will be eliminated this time."

The crowd thought, not only did they see what happened here, but the crowd in Shenxiao city seemed to see the fictional world of the prophet, which was presented in front of them.

Many of the people who have been sent into the world of fantasy have been attacked by monsters. Some people are still in the depression of being deprived of their power. They are actually torn apart by a fierce monster.

"Ah..." A scream came out, startled the crowd outside, and then, they saw a stone pillar, a figure slowly fell down, no breath.

"Death?" When the crowd saw this scene, their pupils shrank and their eyes showed a look of horror. Isn't this illusion? Why do they die? This is the real death. Moreover, their noumenon has not even stepped into it.

"The powerful dreamland can synchronize the fantasy with the reality. The strength of the prophet has reached a terrible situation and can create such a terrible scene." The crowd raised their heads and looked at the ethereal figure in the void, and their hearts were beating. Those talented people who were high above might easily fall on the stage of jiuxiao meeting, which is not necessarily a duel.

"I have already reminded the participants of the jiuxiao meeting that they are likely to fall on this stage. If they are lucky enough to think that it is not relevant to die in it, it is that their will is not tough enough." The prophet said calmly, which made the hearts of the crowd tremble slightly. Fortunately, those who could step into the stage of jiuxiao meeting had a very strong will. They only saw one person fall for the time being. However, when they saw the experiences of all the people, their hearts were still beating.

In that fictional world, Lin Feng's place is a forest. He finds that the biggest problem is not that his cultivation realm is suppressed, nor is his physical body suppressed. However, his memory is blurred, and the memory of martial arts and supernatural powers is vague. If he wants to gain power, he needs to start all over again. Now he is a piece of white paper.

Of course, white paper is the most formative.

"Hum!" At this time, the strong wind was blowing, and a strong evil spirit came to his face. In the past, this evil spirit might have been very weak in front of him. However, at this moment, his body felt that the evil spirit was extremely strong. In the void, there appeared a monster beast named Dapeng, with cold and monstrous eyes staring at death, full of the breath of tyranny and killing.

"No, I don't even have magic power skills now, a monster at tianwu level." Lin Feng's eyes congealed. A cold light flashed in his eyes. Then he made a slight mistake. His body rushed out in a flash. He had no idea of fighting. Just now, he was still thinking about how to pass the examination, but now he should think about how to save his life.

The ROC in the void gave out a sharp roar, and the terrible hurricane came straight to Lin Feng, making Lin feel a terrible force of oppression.

His pupils suddenly become dark, and every detail around him is so clear. This is the ability given to him by the spirit of martial arts. Now, he can only use the most primitive power of the spirit. Zhenyuan gathers on his arm, and Lin Feng's is still running. However, Dapeng's speed is getting faster and faster, and he soon catches up with his feet, with fierce claws And then he grabbed it at his head.

"Brother Lin Feng." The outside world, distant eyes see this scene, heart fierce shudder, too dangerous, into what happened to the people inside, as if Lin Feng was about to be completely torn under the claws of Dapeng.

However, at this time, Lin Feng's feet stopped abruptly, his body slightly rotated, staggered a step, and his claws brushed against him. Lin Feng's palm suddenly grasped the upper part of Dapeng's claw, and then his fists pierced into the belly of Mirs, gathering all the Zhenyuan to give out the blow. With a shrill cry, ROC's abdomen was pierced, but the Pang The big body severely hit Lin Feng's body, making Lin Feng's body fall to the ground.

However, he got up in an instant, his eyes turned, and his cold pupils were staring at the wounded ROC. The ROC's wings opened and rose into the air and ran away towards the distance. The blood was still dripping from the void.

"Hoo..." Lin Feng's voice is dangerous. It seems that he has miscalculated the difficulty of the jiuxiao meeting. Of course, Lin Feng still believes that he can do it. Although his memory of martial arts and supernatural powers is blurred, his experience memory of martial arts is still there, and he can definitely rise rapidly.Raising his feet, Lin Feng firmly stepped out. Although tianwu man can fly in the sky, he has not done so. I'm afraid there are many powerful monsters in this forest. If the attack of demon beasts is triggered, his ten lives are not enough.

"Tianwu people cultivate the skill of gathering Zhenyuan. Besides Zhenyuan's strength, fighting is the power to understand the will. Even if I want to understand a kind of will again, it's easy for me today." When Lin Feng walks, he whispers in his heart. Soon, he meets a fox with enchanting eyes. His eyes are so powerful that he seems to be able to make people fall into a dreamland.

At this time, the eyes of the enchanting fox are staring at Lin Feng. Lin Feng only feels that he saw a floating woman walking towards him. It is dream feeling. He even saw the figure of dream love.

A terrible sense of crisis hit, Lin Feng bit his mouth, as if dripping blood, dream, snow family His pupil is colder and more demon. When the flame of the demon fox is attacking him, his body pulls back a step, and then suddenly comes forward and blows a fist at the head of the demon fox.

"Hi..." Lin Feng's clothes are broken, and there is a flame crack between his chest and abdomen, as if almost torn apart, and the fox fell down. Lin Feng broke the demon core of the demon fox, and then held it in his hand to absorb its strength. Without stopping, he still walked forward with perseverance. The space created by the prophet could not be hopeless, so even in a dangerous situation There will also be a way to crack it. Unless he is weaker than others, it will be fatal.

Lin Feng walked in the forest, no purpose to walk, no purpose, he needs strength, encountered many times of crisis, his clothes are dilapidated, but his eyes seem to never appear lazy, as if the energy is always so abundant, will not feel tired.

On this day, Lin Feng was still in the forest. In front of him, there was a huge monster, the Earth Dragon, which was very huge. It was a bit of a dragon body, and could spit out terrible flames. However, his movements were clumsy and slow. His steps were like the wind. Every step was so gentle, just like the willow leaves. This is his time The power of will, which was realized, moved with the leaves and danced with the wind. Every time, it suddenly appeared in front of the Earth Dragon, and then suddenly burst out. The terrible flame Zhenyuan severely bombarded the monster, but it did not shake the other side's life.

"It's very defensive." Lin Feng slipped away at the same time as the monster roared. The next moment he appeared directly in the air, and then a torn wind sword cut directly into the monster's eyes, making the Earth Dragon emit a terrible roar.

Lin Feng jumps several times, and then a sword of Zhenyuan is inserted into the other eye of the demon beast again.

After a few moments, Lin Feng thoroughly tortured and killed the monster. Then he went to his cave, sat cross legged, looked at the front, and said, "juzhenyuan, what kind of attribute should I create to improve my realm as soon as possible?"

When Lin Feng was in tianwu, the main skill he practiced was the burning of the heaven Sutra. Although he could quickly create a similar one with his own martial arts experience, he hoped to create a more powerful one, absorb the power of heaven and earth as soon as possible, condense the true elements, and improve the realm, so that he can walk in front of other people who have stepped into this world.

I'm afraid those talented people are like him now. Sooner or later, they will begin to meet. Once he is weaker than other talented people, he will be unable to help himself or even encounter life crisis.